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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A00977) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29312) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1924:34) The purple island, or, The isle of man together with Piscatorie eclogs and other poeticall miscellanies / by P.F. Fletcher, Phineas, 1582-1650. [14], 181, [7], 130, [2] p. Printed by the Printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, [Cambridge] : 1633. "The Piscatorie eclogs" and "Elisa" each have special title- page. Signatures: [par.]⁴, 2[par.]⁴, A-Z⁴, A-R⁴ Reproduction of original in: Harvard University. Library. eng eebo The purple island, or The Isle of Man: together with Piscatorie eclogs and other poeticall miscellanies· By P.F. Fletcher, Phineas, 1633 335 87807 7 0 0 0 0 0 0.8 B The rate of 0.8 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2000-00 Assigned for keying and markup 2001-00 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-09 Sampled and proofread 2003-06 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2003-07 Sampled and proofread 2003-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE PURPLE ISLAND , OR THE ISLE OF MAN TOGETHER WITH PISCATORIE ECLOGS AND OTHER POETICALL MISCELLANIES

By P. F.

Printed by the Printers to the Universitie of CAMBRIDGE . 1633.

TO MY MOST WORTHY AND LEARNED FRIEND , EDWARD BENLOWES ESQVIRE . SIR ,

AS some Optick-glasses , if we look one way , increase the object ; if the other , lessen the quantity : Such is an Eye that looks through Affection ; It doubles any good , and extenuates what is amisse . Pardon me , Sir , for speaking plain truth ; such is that eye whereby you have viewed these raw Essayes of my very unripe yeares , and almost childehood . How unseasonable are Blossomes in Autumne ! ( unlesse perhaps in this age , where are more flowers then fruit ) I am entring upon my Winter , and yet these Blooms of my first Spring must now shew themselves to our ripe wits , which certainly will give them no other entertainment but derision . For my self , I cannot account that worthy of your Patronage , which comes forth so short of my Desires , thereby meriting no other light then the fire . But since you please to have them see more Day then their credit can well endure , marvel not if they flie under your Shadow , to cover them from the piercing eye of this very curious ( yet more censorious ) age . In letting them abroad I desire onely to testifie , how much I preferre your desires before mine own , and how much I owe to You more then any other : This if they witnesse for me , it is all their service I require . Sir , I leave them to your tuition , and entreat you to love him who will contend with you in nothing but to out-love you , and would be known to the world by no other Name , then

Your true friend , P. F. Hilgay . May 1. 1633.
To the Readers .

HE that would learn Theologie , must first studie Autologie . The way to God is by our selves : It is a blinde and dirty way ; it hath many windings , and is easie to be lost : This Poem will make thee understand that way ; and therefore my desire is , that thou maist understand this Poem . Peruse it as thou shouldst thy self , from thy first sheet to thy last . The first view , perchance , may runne thy judgement in debt ; the second will promise payment ; and the third will perform promise . Thou shalt finde here Philosophie , and Moralitie , two curious handmaids , dressing the Kings daughter , whose garments smell of Myrrhe and Cassia , and being wrought with needlework , and gold , shall make thee take pleasure in her beautie . Here are no blocks for the purblinde ; no snares for the timerous ; no dangers for the bold : I invite all sorts to be readers ; all readers to be understanders ; all understanders to be happie .

DANIEL FEATLY . D. D.
ON THE EXCELLENT MORALL POEM , ENTITULED THE ISLE OF MAN . LOrd ! how my youth with this vain world hath err'd , Applauding theirs as th' onely happy fate , Whom to some Empire bloud , choice , chance preferr'd , Or who of learned arts could wisely prate ; Or travelling the world , had well conferr'd Mens natures with the mysteries of state ! But now thy wiser Muse hath taught me this , That these and most men else do aim at blisse ; But these and most men else do take their aim amisse . Reigne o're the world , not o're this Isle of Man , Worse then a slave thou thine own slaves obey'st . Study all arts devis'd since time began , And not thy self , thou studiest not , but play'st . Out-travell wise Ulysses , ( if you can ) Yet misse this Isle , thou travell'st not , but stray'st . Let me ( O Lord ) but reigne o're mine own heart , And master be of this self-knowing art , I 'le dwell in th' Isle of Man , ne're travell forrain part . E. BENLOWES . E. BENEVOLUS .
INgeniose tuo ne libro supprime nomen ; Ingenio Authorem deteget ille suo . Nempe verecundo memini te scribere vati , Quod pulchrè ingenio quadrat , amice , tuo . QVid tuas retegis nimis tegendo Noctiluca faces ? pates latendo : Ipsa es sphaera tuae comésque stellae . Diem si repetas , die latebis . Non te nox tenebris tegit fovendo , Sed te nox tenebris fovendo prodit .
TO THE LEARNED AUTHOUR , SONNE AND BROTHER TO two judicious Poets , himself the third , not second to either . GRave Father of this Muse , thou deem'st too light To wear thy name , 'cause of thy youthfull brain It seems a sportfull childe ; resembling right Thy wittie childehood , not thy graver strain , Which now esteems these works of fancie vain . Let not thy childe , thee living , orphan be ; Who when th' art dead , will give a life to thee . How many barren wits would gladly own , How few o' th' pregnantest own such another ! Thou Father art , yet blushest to be known ; And though 't may call the best of Muses Mother , Yet thy severer judgement would it smother . O judge not Thou , let Readers judge thy book : Such Cates should rather please the Guest , then Cook . O but thou fear'st't will stain the reverend gown Thou wearest now ; nay then fear not to show it : For were 't a stain , 't were natures , not thine own : For thou art Poet born ; who know thee , know it : Thy brother , sire , thy very name 's a Poet. Thy very name will make these Poëms take , These very Poëms else thy name will make . W. BENLOWES .
TO THE INGENIOUS COMPOSER OF THIS PASTORALL , THE SPENCER of this age . I Vow ( sweet stranger ) if my lazie quill Had not been disobedient to fulfill My quick desires , this glory which is thine , Had but the Muses pleased , had been mine . My Genius jumpt with thine ; the very same Was our Foundation : in the very Frame Thy Genius jumpt with mine ; it got the start In nothing , but Prioritie , and Art . If ( my ingenious Rivall ) these dull times Should want the present strength to prize thy rhymes , The time-instructed children of the next Shall fill thy margent , and admire the text ; Whose well read lines will teach them how to be The happie knowers of themselves and thee . FRAN. QUARLES .
TO THE UNKNOWN Mr P. F. UPON SURVAY of his ISLE OF MAN . REnowned Authour , let it not seem strange A Merchants eye Should thus thy Island range : It is a Merchants progresse to surround The earth , and seek out undiscover'd ground . What though my foot hath trod the fourefold shore ? And eyes survaid their subdivided store ? Yet rarer wonders in this Isle of thine I view'd this day , then in twice six yeares time . Iustly didst thou , great Macedo , repine That thou could'st adde no other world to thine . He is not truely great , nor stout , who can Curb the great world , and not the lesser , Man . And * * American . thou whose name the Western world impos'd Vpon it self , first by thy skill disclos'd ; Yet is thy skill by this farre overcome , Who hath descri'd an unknown World at home : A World , which to search out , subdue , and till , Is the best object of mans wit , strength , skill : A World , where all may dangerlesse obtain . Without long travell , cheapest , greatest gain . LOD. ROBERTS .
ON THE MOST ACCURATE POEM , INSCRIBED THE PVRPLE ISLAND . HEnceforth let wandring Delos cease to boast Herself the God of Learnings dearest coast ; And let that double-headed mountain hallow No more the honour'd name of great Apollo : And may the Pegasean spring , that uses To cheer the palats of the thirstie Muses , Drie up : and let this happie Isle of thine Preserve Apolloes harp ; where every line Carries a Suada with 't , and doth display The banners of heav'n-born Urania . Henceforth let all the world thy verse admire Before that Thracean Orpheus charming lyre : He but enchanted Beasts , but thy divine And higher aires bring Deities to this Isle of thine . A. C.
MAns Bodie 's like a house : his greater bones Are the main timber ; and the lesser ones Are smaller splints : his ribs are laths , daub'd o're , Plaister'd with flesh , and bloud : his mouth 's the doore , His throat 's the narrow entrie , and his heart Is the great chamber , full of curious art : His midriffe is a large partition-wall 'Twixt the great chamber , and the spacious hall : His stomack is the kitchin , where the meat Is often but half sod , for want of heat : His splene's a vessell nature does allot To take the skumme that rises from the pot : His lungs are like the bellows , that respire In ev'ry office , quickning ev'ry fire : His nose the chimney is , whereby are vented Such fumes as with the bellows are augmented : His bowels are the sink , whose part 's to drein All noisome filth , and keep the kitchin clean : His eyes are crystall windows , cleare and bright ; Let in the object , and let out the sight . And as the timber is or great , or small , Or strong , or weak , 't is apt to stand , or fall : Yet is the likeliest building sometimes known To fall by obvious chances ; overthrown Ofttimes by tempests , by the full-mouth'd blasts Of heav'n ; sometimes by fire ; sometimes it wastes Through unadvis'd neglect : put case the stuffe Were ruine-proofe , by nature strong enough To conquer time , and age ; put case it should Ne're know an end , alas our leases would . What hast thou then , proud flesh and bloud , to boast ? Thy dayes are evil , at best ; but few , at most ; But sad , as merriest ; and but weak , at strongest ; Vnsure , at surest ; and but short , at longest . FRAN. QUARLES .
THE PURPLE ISLAND , OR THE ISLE OF MAN .
CANT. I. STAN . I. THe warmer Sun the golden Bull outran , And with the Twins made haste to inne and play : Scatt'ring ten thousand flowres , he new began To paint the world , and piece the length'ning day : ( The world more aged by new youths accrewing ) Ah wretched man this wretched world pursuing , Which still grows worse by age , & older by renewing ! 2 The shepherd-boyes , who with the Muses dwell , Met in the plain their May-lords new to chuse , ( For two they yearely chuse ) to order well Their rurall sports , and yeare that next ensues : Now were they sat , where by the orchyard walls The learned Chame with stealing water crawls , And lowly down before that royall temple falls . 3 Among the rout they take two gentle swains , Whose sprouting youth did now but greenly bud : Well could they pipe and sing ; but yet their strains Were onely known unto the silent wood : Their nearest bloud from self-same fountains flow , Their souls self-same in nearer love did grow : So seem'd two joyn'd in one , or one disjoyn'd in two . 4 Now when the shepherd-lads with common voice Their first consent had firmly ratifi'd , A gentle boy thus 'gan to wave their choice ; Thirsil , ( said he ) though yet thy Muse untri'd Hath onely learn'd in private shades to feigne Soft sighs of love unto a looser strain , Or thy poore Thelgons wrong in mournfull verse to plain ; 5 Yet since the shepherd-swains do all consent To make thee lord of them , and of their art , And that choice lad ( to give a full content ) Hath joyn'd with thee in office , as in heart ; Wake , wake thy long - ( thy too long ) sleeping Muse , And thank them with a song , as is the use : Such honour thus conferr'd thou mayst not well refuse . 6 Sing what thou list , be it of Cupids spite , ( Ah lovely spite , and spitefull lovelinesse ! ) Or Gemma's grief , if sadder be thy sprite : Begin , thou loved swain , with good successe . Ah , ( said the bashfull boy ) such wanton toyes A better minde and sacred vow destroyes , Since in a higher love I setled all my joyes . 7 New light new love , new love new life hath bred ; A life that lives by love , and loves by light : A love to him , to whom all loves are wed ; A light , to whom the Sunne is darkest night : Eyes light , hearts love , souls onely life he is : Life , soul , love , heart , light , eye , and all are his : He eye , light , heart , love , soul ; he all my joy , & blisse . 8 But if you deigne my ruder pipe to heare , ( Rude pipe , unus'd , untun'd , unworthy hearing ) These infantine beginnings gently bear , Whose best desert and hope must be your bearing . But you , O Muses , by soft Chamus sitting , ( Your daintie songs unto his murmures fitting , Which bears the under-song unto your chearfull dittying ; ) 9 Tell me , ye Muses , what our father-ages Have left succeeding times to play upon : What now remains unthought on by those Sages , Where a new Muse may trie her pineon ? What lightning Heroes , like great Peleus heir , ( Darting his beams through our hard-frozen aire ) May stirre up gentle heat , and vertues wane repair ? 10 Who knows not Iason ? or bold Tiphys hand , That durst unite what Natures self would part ? He makes Isles continent , and all one land ; O're seas , as earth , he march'd with dangerous art : He rides the white-mouth'd waves , and scorneth all Those thousand deaths wide gaping for his fall : He death defies , fenc't with a thin , low , wooden wall . 11 Who ha's not often read Troyes twice-sung fires , And at the second time twice better sung ? Who ha's not heard th' Arcadian shepherds quires , Which now have gladly chang'd their native tongue ; And sitting by slow Mincius , sport their fill , With sweeter voice and never equall'd skill , Chaunting their amorous layes unto a Romane quill ? 12 And thou , choice wit , Loves scholar , and Loves master , Art known to all , where Love himself is known : Whether thou bidd'st Vlysses hie him faster , Or dost thy fault and distant exile moan . Who ha's not seen upon the mourning stage Dire Atreus feast , and wrong'd Medea's rage , Marching in tragick state , and buskin'd equipage ? 13 And now of late * * Sannazar . th' Italian fisher-swain Sits on the shore to watch his trembling line ; There teaches rocks and prouder seas to plain By Nesis fair , and fairer Mergiline : While his thinne net , upon his oars twin'd , With wanton strife catches the Sunne , and winde , Which still do slip away , and still remain behinde . 14 And that * * Bartas French Muses eagle eye and wing Hath soar'd to heav'n , and there hath learn'd the art To frame Angelick strains , and canzons sing Too high and deep for every shallow heart . Ah blessed soul ! in those celestiall rayes , Which gave thee light these lower works to blaze , Thou sitt'st emparadis'd , and chaunt'st eternall layes . 15 Thrice happy wits , which in your springing May ( Warm'd with the Sunne of well deserved favours ) Disclose your buds , and your fair blooms display , Perfume the aire with your rich fragrant favours ! Nor may , nor ever shall those honour'd flowers Be spoil'd by summers heat , or winters showers ; But last when eating time shal gnaw the proudest towers 16 Happy , thrice happy times in silver age ? When generous plants advanc't their lofty crest ; When honour stoopt to be learn'd wisdomes page ; When baser weeds starv'd in their frozen nest ; When th' highest flying Muse still highest climbes ; And vertues rise keeps down all rising crimes . Happy , thrice happy age ! happy , thrice happy times ! 17 But wretched we , to whom these iron daies ( Hard daies ) afford nor matter , nor reward ! Sings Maro ? men deride high Maro's layes ; Their hearts with lead , with steel their sense is barr'd : Sing Linus , or his father , as he uses , Our Midas eares their well tun'd verse refuses . What cares an asse for arts ? he brayes at sacred Muses . 18 But if fond Bavius vent his clowted song , Or Maevius chaunt his thoughts in brothell charm ; The witlesse vulgar , in a numerous throng , Like summer flies about their dunghills swarm : They sneer , they grinne . Like to his like will move . Yet never let them greater mischief prove Then this , Who hates not one , may he the other love . 19 Witnesse our * * Spencer . Colin ; whom though all the Graces , And all the Muses nurst ; whose well taught song Parnassus self , and Glorian embraces , And all the learn'd , and all the shepherds throng ; Yet all his hopes were crost , all suits deni'd ; Discourag'd , scorn'd , his writings vilifi'd : Poorly ( poore man ) he liv'd ; poorly ( poore man ) he di'd . 20 And had not that great Hart , ( whose honour'd head Ah lies full low ) piti'd thy wofull plight ; There hadst thou lien unwept , unburied , Unblest , nor grac't with any common rite : Yet shalt thou live , when thy great foe shall sink Beneath his mountain tombe , whose fame shall stink ; And time his blacker name shall blurre with blackest ink . 21 O let th' Iambick Muse revenge that wrong , Which cannot slumber in thy sheets of lead : Let thy abused honour crie as long As there be quills to write , or eyes to reade : On his rank name let thine own votes be turn'd , Oh may that man that hath the Muses scorn'd , Alive , nor dead , be ever of a Muse adorn'd ! 22 Oft therefore have I chid my tender Muse ; Oft my chill breast beats off her fluttering wing : Yet when new spring her gentle rayes infuse , All storms are laid , I 'gin to chirp and sing : At length soft fires disperst in every vein , Yeeld open passage to the thronging train , And swelling numbers tide rolls like the surging main . 23 So where fair Thames , and crooked Isis sonne Payes tribute to his King , the mantling stream Encounter'd by the tides ( now rushing on With equall force ) of 's way doth doubtfull seem ; At length the full-grown sea , and waters King Chide the bold waves with hollow murmuring : Back flie the streams to shroud them in their mother spring . 24 Yet thou sweet numerous Muse , why should'st thou droop That every vulgar eare thy musick scorns ? Nor can they rise , nor thou so low canst stoop ; No seed of heav'n takes root in mud or thorns . When owls or crows , imping their flaggy wing With thy stoln plumes , their notes through th' ayer fling ; Oh shame ! They howl & croke , while fond they strain to sing . 25 Enough for thee in heav'n to build thy nest ; ( Farre be dull thoughts of winning dunghill praise ) Enough , if Kings enthrone thee in their breast , And crown their golden crowns with higher baies : Enough that those who weare the crown of Kings ( Great Israels Princes ) strike thy sweetest strings : Heav'ns Dove when high'st he flies , flies with thy heav'nly wings . 26 Let others trust the seas , dare death and hell , Search either Inde , vaunt of their scarres and wounds ; Let others their deare breath ( nay silence ) sell To fools , and ( swoln , not rich ) stretch out their bounds By spoiling those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleeplesse down ; in rich , but restlesse bed . 27 Oh let them in their gold quaffe dropsies down ; Oh let them surfets feast in silver bright : While sugar hires the taste the brain to drown , And bribes of sauce corrupt false appetite , His masters rest , health , heart , life , soul to sell. Thus plentie , fulnesse , sicknesse , ring their knell : Death weds and beds them ; first in grave , and then in hell . 28 But ( ah ! ) let me under some Kentish hill Neare rowling Medway 'mong my shepherd peers , With fearlesse merrie-make , and piping still , Securely passe my few and slow-pac'd yeares : While yet the great Augustus of our nation Shuts up old Ianus in this long cessation , Strength'ning our pleasing ease , and gives us sure vacation . 29 There may I , master of a little flock , Feed my poore lambes , and often change their fare : My lovely mate shall tend my sparing stock , And nurse my little ones with pleasing care ; Whose love and look shall speak their father plain . Health be my feast , heav'n hope , content my gain : So in my little house my lesser heart shall reigne . 30 The beech shall yeeld a cool safe canopie , While down I fit , and chaunt to th' echoing wood : Ah singing might I live , and singing die ! So by fair Thames , or silver Medwayes floud , The dying swan , when yeares her temples pierce , In musick strains breathes out her life and verse ; And chaunting her own dirge tides on her watry herse . 31 What shall I then need seek a patron out , Or begge a favour from a mistris eyes , To fence my song against the vulgar rout , Or shine upon me with her Geminies ? What care I , if they praise my slender song ? Or reck I , if they do me right , or wrong ? A shepherds blisse nor stands nor falls to ev'ry tongue . 32 Great prince of shepherds , then thy heav'ns more high , Low as our earth , here serving , ruling there ; Who taught'st our death to live , thy life to die ; Who when we broke thy bonds , our bonds would'st bear ; Who reignedst in thy heav'n , yet felt'st our hell ; Who ( God ) bought'st man , whom man ( though God ) did sell ; Who in our flesh , our graves , ( and worse ) our hearts would'st dwell : 33 Great Prince of shepherds , thou who late didst deigne To lodge thy self within this wretched breast , ( Most wretched breast such guest to entertain , Yet oh most happy lodge in such a guest ! ) Thou first and last , inspire thy sacred skill ; Guide thou my hand , grace thou my artlesse quill : So shall I first begin , so last shall end thy will . 54 Heark then , ah heark , you gentle shepheard-crue ; An Isle I fain would sing , an Island fair ; A place too seldome view'd , yet still in view ; Neare as our selves , yet farthest from our care ; Which we by leaving finde , by seeking lost ; A forrain home , a strange , though native coast ; Most obvious to all , yet most unkown to most : 35 Coëvall with the world in her nativitie : Which though it now hath pass'd through many ages , And still retain'd a naturall proclivitie To ruine , compast with a thousand rages Of foe-mens spite , which still this Island tosses ; Yet ever grows more prosp'rous by her crosses ; By with'ring springing fresh , and rich by often losses . 36 Vain men , too fondly wise , who plough the seas , With dangerous pains another earth to finde ; Adding new worlds to th' old , and scorning ease , The earths vast limits dayly more unbinde ! The aged world , though now it falling shows , And hastes to set , yet still in dying grows . Whole lives are spent to win , what one deaths houre must lose . 37 How like 's the world unto a tragick stage ! Where every changing scene the actours change ; Some subject crouch and fawn ; some reigne and rage : And new strange plots brings scenes as new & strange , Till most are slain ; the rest their parts have done : So here , some laugh and play ; some weep and grone ; Till all put of their robes , and stage and actours gone . 38 Yet this fair Isle , sited so nearely neare , That from our sides nor place nor time may sever ; Though to your selves your selves are not more deare , Yet with strange carelesnesse you travell never : Thus while your selves and native home forgetting , You search farre distant worlds with needlesse sweating , You never finde your selves ; so lose ye more by getting . 39 When that great Power , that All , farre more then all , ( When now his fore-set time was fully come ) Brought into act this undigested Ball , Which in himself till then had onely room ; He labour'd not , nor suffer'd pain , or ill ; But bid each kinde their severall places fill : He bid , and they obey'd ; their action was his will . 40 First stept the Light , and spread his chearfull rayes Through all the Chaos ; darknesse headlong fell , Frighted with suddain beams , and new-born dayes ; And plung'd her ougly head in deepest hell : Not that he meant to help his feeble sight To frame the rest , he made the day of night : All els but darknesse ; he the true , the onely Light . 41 Fire , Water , Earth , and Aire ( that fiercely strove ) His soveraigne hand in strong alliance ti'd , Binding their deadly hate in constant love : So that great Wisdome temper'd all their pride , ( Commanding strife and love should never cease ) That by their peacefull fight , and fighting peace , The world might die to live , and lessen to increase . 42 Thus Earths cold arm cold Water friendly holds , But with his drie the others wet defies : Warm Aire with mutuall love hot Fire infolds ; As moist , his dryth abhorres : drie Earth allies With Fire , but heats with cold new warres prepare : Yet Earth drencht Water proves , which boil'd turns Aire ; Hot Aire makes Fire : condenst all change , and home repair . 43 Now when the first weeks life was almost spent , And this world built , and richly furnished ; To store heav'ns courts , and steer earths regiment , He cast to frame an Isle , the heart and head Of all his works , compos'd with curious art ; Which like an Index briefly should impart The summe of all ; the whole , yet of the whole a part . 44 That Trine-one with himself in councell sits , And purple dust takes from the new-born earth ; Part circular , and part triang'lar fits , Endows it largely at the unborn birth , Deputes his Favorite Vice-roy ; doth invest With aptnesse thereunto , as seem'd him best ; And lov'd it more then all , and more then all it blest . 45 Then plac't it in the calm pacifick seas , And bid nor waves , nor troublous windes offend it ; Then peopled it with subjects apt to please So wise a Prince , made able to defend it Against all outward force , or inward spite ; Him framing like himself , all shining bright ; A little living Sunne , Sonne of the living Light . 46 Nor made he this like other Isles ; but gave it Vigour , sense , reason , and a perfect motion , To move it self whither it self would have it , And know what falls within the verge of notion : No time might change it , but as ages went , So still return'd ; still spending , never spent ; More rising in their fall , more rich in detriment . 47 So once the * * Delos . Cradle of that double light , Whereof one rules the night , the other day , ( Till sad Latona flying Iuno's spite , Her double burthen there did safely lay ) Not rooted yet , in every sea was roving , With every wave , and every winde removing ; But since to those fair Twins hath left her ever moving . 48 Look as a scholar , who doth closely gather Many large volumes in a narrow place ; So that great Wisdome all this All together Confin'd into this Islands little space ; And being one , soon into two he fram'd it ; And now made two , to one again reclaim'd it ; The little Isle of Man , or Purple Island nam'd it . 49 Thrice happy was the worlds first infancie , Nor knowing yet , nor curious ill to know : Joy without grief , love without jealousie : None felt hard labour , or the sweating plough : The willing earth brought tribute to her King ; Bacchus unborn lay hidden in the cling Of big-swoln grapes ; their drink was every silver spring . 50 Of all the windes there was no difference : None knew mild Zephyres from cold Eurus mouth ; Nor Orithyia's lovers violence Distinguisht from the ever-dropping South : But either gentle West-winds reign'd alone , Or else no winde , or harmfull winde was none : But one winde was in all , and all the windes in one . 51 None knew the sea ; ( oh blessed ignorance ! ) None nam'd the stars , the North carres constant race , Taurus bright horns , or Fishes happy chance : Astraea yet chang'd not her name or place ; Her ev'n-pois'd ballance heav'n yet never tri'd : None sought new coasts , nor forrain lands descri'd ; But in their own they liv'd , and in their own they di'd . 52 But ( ah ! ) what liveth long in happinesse ? Grief , of an heavy nature , steddy lies , And cannot be remov'd for weightinesse ; But joy , of lighter presence , eas'ly flies , And seldome comes , and soon away will goe : Some secret power here all things orders so , That for a sun-shine day follows an age of woe . 53 Witnesse this glorious Isle , which not content To be confin'd in bounds of happinesse , Would trie what e're is in the continent ; And seek out ill , and search for wretchednesse . Ah fond , to seek what then was in thy will ! That needs no curious search ; 't is next us still . 'T is grief to know of grief , and ill to know of ill . 54 That old slie Serpent , ( slie , but spitefull more ) Vext with the glory of this happy Isle , Allures it subt'ly from the peacefull shore , And with fair painted lies , & colour'd guile Drencht in * * More mortuum . dead seas ; whose dark streams , full of fright , Emptie their sulphur waves in endlesse night ; Where thousand deaths and hells torment the damned sprite . 55 So when a fisher-swain by chance hath spi'd A big-grown Pike pursue the lesser frie , He sets a withy Labyrinth beside , And with fair baits allures his nimble eye ; Which he invading with our-streched finne , All suddainly is compast with the ginne , Where there is no way out , but easie passage in . 56 That deathfull lake hath these three properties ; No turning path , or issue thence is found : The captive never dead , yet ever dies ; It endlesse sinks , yet never comes to ground : Hells self is pictur'd in that brimstone wave ; For what retiring from that hellish grave ? Or who can end in death , where deaths no ending have ? 57 For ever had this Isle in that foul ditch With curelesse grief and endlesse errour strai'd , Boyling in sulphur , and hot-bubbling pitch ; Had not the King , whose laws he ( fool ) betrai'd , Unsnarl'd that chain , then from that lake secur'd ; For which ten thousand tortures he endur'd : So hard was this lost Isle , so hard to be recur'd . 58 O thou deep well of life , wide stream of love , ( More deep , more wide then widest deepest seas ) Who dying , Death to endlesse death didst prove , To work this wilfull-rebell Islands ease ; Thy love no time began , no time decaies ; But still increaseth with decreasing daies : Where then may we begin , where may we end thy praise ? 59 My callow wing , that newly left the nest , How can it make so high a towring flight ? O depth without a depth ! in humble breast With praises I admire so wondrous height . But thou , my * * A book called Christs Victorie and Triumph . sister Muse , mayst well go higher , And end thy flight ; ne're may thy pineons tire : Thereto may he his grace and gentle heat aspire . 60 Then let me end my easier taken storie , And sing this Islands new recover'd sear . But see , the eye of noon , in brightest glorie , ( Teaching great men ) is ne're so little great : Our panting flocks retire into the glade ; They crouch , and close to th' earth their horns have laid : Vail we our scorched heads in that thick beeches shade .
CANT. II. DEclining Phoebus , as he larger grows , ( Taxing proud folly ) gentler waxeth still ; Never lesse fierce , then when he greatest shows ; When Thirsil on a gentle rising hill ( Where all his flock he round might feeding view ) Sits down , and circled with a lovely crue Of Nymphs & shepherd-boyes , thus 'gan his song renew : 2 Now was this Isle pull'd from that horrid main , Which bears the fearfull looks and name of death ; And setled new with bloud and dreadfull pain , By him who twice had giv'n ( once forfeit ) breath : A baser state then what was first assign'd ; Wherein ( to curb the too aspiring minde ) The better things were lost , the worst were left behinde . 3 That glorious image of himself was raz'd ; Ah! scarce the place of that best part we finde : And that bright Sun-like knowledge much defac'd , Onely some twinkling starres remain behinde : Then mortall made ; yet as one fainting dies , Two other in its place succeeding rise ; And drooping stock with branches fresh immortalize . 4 So that'lone bird in fruitfull Arabie , When now her strength and waning life decaies , Upon some airie rock , or mountain high , In spiced bed ( fir'd by neare Phoebus rayes ) Her self and all her crooked age consumes : Straight from the ashes and those rich perfumes A new-born Phoenix flies , & widow'd place resumes . 5 It grounded lies upon a sure a a The foundation of the body is the bones . Bones are a similar part of the body , most dry , or cold ; made by the vertue generative , through heat of the thicker portion of seed , which is most earthy and Fat for the establishment and figure of the whole . foundation , Compact , and hard ; whose matter ( cold and drie ) To marble turns in strongest congelation ; Fram'd of fat earth , which fires together tie : Through all the Isle , and every part extent , To give just form to every regiment ; Imparting to each part due strength and stablishment . 6 b b A cartilage , or gridle , is of a middle nature betwixt bones , and ligaments or sinews made of the Lime matter , and in the same manner as bones , for variety and safetie in motion . Whose looser ends are glu'd with brother earth , Of nature like , and of a neare relation ; Of self-same parents both , at self-same birth ; c c Some of these ( even as bones ) sustain and uphold some parts That oft it self stands for a good foundation : d d Both these are knit with ligaments : A ligament or sinew is of nature between grisles , and nerves , framed of a rough and clammy portion of the seed , for knitting & holding the bones together , & fitting them for motion . Both these a third doth soulder fast , and binde ; Softer then both , yet of the self-same kinde ; All instruments of motion , in one league combin'd . 7 Upon this base a e e Upon the bones as the foundation , is built the flesh . Flesh is a similar part of the body , soft , ruddy , made of bload indifferently dried , covered with the common membrane or skinne . curious work is rais'd , Like undivided brick , entire and one ; Though soft , yet lasting , with just balance pais'd ; Distributed with due proportion : And that the rougher frame might lurk unseen , All fair is hung with coverings slight and thinne ; Which partly hide it all , yet all is partly seen : 8 As when a virgin her snow-circled breast Displaying hides , and hiding sweet displaies ; The greater segments cover'd , and the rest The vail transparent willingly betraies ; Thus takes and gives , thus lends and borrows light : Lest eyes should surfet with too greedy sight , Transparent lawns withhold , more to increase delight . 9 f f The whole body is as it were watered with great plenty of rivers veins ▪ arteries , and nerves . Nor is there any part in all this land , But is a little Isle : for thousand brooks In azure chanels glide on silver sand ; Their serpent windings , and deceiving crooks Circling about , and wat'ring all the plain , Emptie themselves into th' all-drinking main ; And creeping forward slide , but never turn again . 10 Three diff'ring streams from fountains different , Neither in nature nor in shape agreeing , ( Yet each with other friendly ever went ) Give to this Isle his fruitfulnesse and being : g g A vein is a vessell long , round , hollow , rising from the liver , appointed to contein , conduct , and distribute the bloud , It hath but one tunicle , and that thinne ; the colour of this bloud is purple . The first in single chanels skie-like blue , With luke-warm waters di'd in porphyr hue , Sprinkle this crimson Isle with purple-colour'd dew . 11 h h An arterie is a vessel long , round , hollow , formed for conveyance of that more spritely bloud , which is elaborate in the heart . This bloud is frothy , yellowish , full of spirits , therefore compast with a double tunicle , that it might not exhale or sweat out by reason of the thinnesse The next , though from the same springs first it rise , Yet passing through another greater fountain , Doth lose his former name and qualities : Through many a dale it flows , and many a mountain ; More firie light , and needfull more then all ; And therefore fenced with a double wall , All froths his yellow streams with many a sudding fall . 12 i i A nerve is a spermaticall part rising from the brain and the pith of the back-bone , the outside skinne , the inside full of pith , carrying the animall spirits for sense and motion and therefore doubly skinned as the brain : none of them single , but runne in couples . The last , in all things diff'ring from the other , Fall from an hill , and close together go , Embracing as they runne , each with his brother ; Guarded with double trenches sure they flow : The coldest spring , yet nature best they have ; And like the lacteall stones which heaven pave , Slide down to every part with their thick milky wave . 13 k k The veins convey nourishment from the liver , the arteries life and heat from the heart , the nerves sense and motion from the brain . The will commands , the nerve brings , and the part executes the mandate , all almost in an instant . These with a thousand streams through th' Island roving , Bring tribute in ; the first gives nourishment , Next life , last sense and arbitrarie moving : For when the Prince hath now his mandate sent , The nimble poasts quick down the river runne , And end their journey , though but now begunne ; But now the mandate came , & now the mandate's done . 14 l l The whole body may be parted into three regions : the lowest , or belly ; the middle , or breast , the highest , or head . In the lowest the liver is sovereigne , whose regiment is the widest , but meanest . In the middle the heart reignes , most necessarie . The brain obtains the highest place , and is as the least in compasse , so the greatest in dignitie . The whole Isle , parted in three regiments , By three Metropolies is joyntly sway'd ; Ord'ring in peace and warre their governments With loving concord , and with mutuall aid : The lowest hath the worst , but largest See ; The middle lesse , of greater dignitie : The highest least , but holds the greatest soveraigntie . 15 Deep in a vale doth that first province lie , With many a citie grac't , and fairly town'd ; And for a fence from forrain enmitie , m m The parts of the lower region are either the contained , or containing : the containing either common or proper : the common are the skinne , the fleshie pannicle , and the far : the proper are the muscles of the belly-peece , or the inner rimme of the belly . With five strong-builded walls encompast round ; Which my rude pencil will in limming stain ; A work more curious , then which poets feigne Neptune and Phoebus built , and pulled down again . 16 n n The skinne is a membrane of all the rest the most large , and thick , formed of the mixture of seed and bloud ; the covering , and ornament of parts that are under it : the temper moderate , the proper organ of outward touching ( say Physicians . ) The first of these is that round spreading fence , Which like a sea girts th' Isle in every part ; Of fairest building , quick and nimble sense , Of common matter fram'd with speciall art ; Of middle temper , outwardest of all , To warn of every chance that may befall : The same a fence , and spie ; a watchman , and a wall . 17 o o The native colour of the skinne is white but ( as Hippocrates ) changed into the same colour which is brought by the humour predominant . Where melancholie abounds , it is swarthy ; where flegme , it is white , and pale ; where choler reignes , it is red , and firy ; but in sanguine of a rosie colour His native beautie is a lilie white , Which still some other colour'd stream infecteth ; Least like it self , with divers stainings dight , The inward disposition detecteth : If white , it argues wet ; if purple , fire ; If black , a heavie cheer , and fixt desire ; Youthfull and blithe , if suited in a rosie tire . 18 p p The skinne is covered with the cuticle , or flourishing of the skinne , it is the mean of touching ▪ without which we feel , but with pain . It polisheth the skinne , which many times is changed , and ( as it is with snakes ) put off , and a new , and more amiable brought in . It cover'd stands with silken flourishing , Which as it oft decaies , renews again , The others sense and beautie perfecting ; Which els would feel , but with unusuall pain : Whose pleasing sweetnesse , and resplendent shine , Softning the wanton touch , and wandring ey'n , Doth oft the Prince himself with witch'ries undermine . 19 q q The fat cometh from the airy portion of the bloud ; which when it flows to the membranes , by their weak heat ( which Physicians account , & call cold ) grows thick , and close . The second rampier of a softer matter , Cast up by th' purple rivers overflowing : Whose airy wave , and swelling waters , fatter For want of heat congeal'd , and thicker growing , r r The fat increaseth inward heat by keeping it from outward parts , and defends the parts subject to it from bruises . The wandring heat ( which quiet ne're subsisteth ) Sends back again to what confine it listeth ; And outward enemies by yeelding most resisteth . 20 s s The fleshie panniele is a membrane very thick , sinewy , woven in with little veins . The third more inward , firmer then the best , May seem at first but thinly built , and slight ; But yet of more defence then all the rest ; Of thick and stubborn substance , strongly dight . These three ( three common fences ) round impile This regiment , and all the other Isle ; And saving inward friends , their outward foes beguile . 21 Beside these three , t t The proper parts infolding this lower region are two , the first the muscles of the belly-peece , which are eight foure side-long , two right , and two crosse . two more appropriate guards With constant watch compasse this government : The first eight companies in severall wards , ( To each his station in this regiment ) On each side foure , continuall watch observe , And under one great Captain joyntly serve ; Two fore-right stand , two crosse , and foure obliquely swerve . 22 u u Peritonaeum ( which we call the rimme of the belly ) is a thinne membrane taking his name from compassing the bowels : round , but longer : every where double , yet so thinne , that it may seem but single . It hath many holes , that the veins , arteries , and other needfull vessels might have passage both in , & out . The other fram'd of common matter , all This lower region girts with strong defence ; More long then round , with double-builded wall , Though single often seems to slighter sense ; With many gates , whose strangest properties Protect this coast from all conspiracies ; Admitting welcome friends , excluding enemies . 23 * * The double tunicle of the rimme is plainly parted into a large space , that with a double wall it might fence the bladder , where the vessels of the navil are contained . These are foure : first , the norse ; which is a vein nourishing the infant in the wombe : 2 , two arteries in which the infant breaths : the fourth , the Outachos , a pipe whereby ( while the childe is in the wombe ) the urine is carried into the Allantoid , or rather Amnion ▪ which is a membrane receiving the sweat and urine . Between this fences double-walled sides , Foure slender brooks run creeping o're the lea ; The first is call'd the Nurse , and rising slides From this low regions Metropolie : Two from th' Heart-citie bend their silent pace ; The last from Urine-lake with waters base In th' Allantoid sea empties his flowing race . 24 x x The passages carrying the urine from the kidneys to the bladder . Some action that in the passage stands a curious lid , or cover . Down in a vale , where these two parted walls Differ from each with wide distending space , Into a lake the Urine-river falls , Which at the Nephros hill beginnes his race : Crooking his banks he often runs astray , Left his ill streams might backward finde a way : Thereto , some say , was built a curious framed bay . 25 y y The bladder endeth in a neck of Hesh , and is garded with a muscle which is called Sphincter : which holds in the urine lest it flow away without our permission . If this be loosened , or cold , the urine goes away from us of it self without any feeling . The Urine-lake drinking his colour'd brook , By little swells , and fills his stretching sides : But when the stream the brink 'gins over-look , A sturdy groom empties the swelling tides ; Sphincter some call ; who if he loosed be , Or stiffe with cold , out flows the senselesse sea , And rushing unawares covers the drowned lea . 26 z z Hence the urine is conveyed through the ordinary passages and cast out . From thence with blinder passage , ( flying name ) These noysome streams a secret pipe conveys ; Which though we tearm the hidden parts of shame , Yet for the skill deserve no lesser praise Then they , to which we honour'd names impart . Oh powerfull Wisdome , with what wondrous art Mad'st thou the best , who thus hast fram'd the vilest part ! 27 a a Beside the bladder there are six speciall parts contained in this lower region : the liver , stomack , with the guts ; the gall , the splene , or milt ; the kidneys , and parts for generation . Six goodly Cities , built with suburbs round , Do fair adorn this lower region : b b The stomack ( or Koilia ) is the first in order though not in dignitie . The first Koilia ; whose extreamest bound On this side border'd by the Splenion , On that by soveraigne Hepars large commands : The merry Diazome above it stands , To both these joyn'd in league & never failing bands . 28 c c Koilia , or the stomack is long & round , like a bag-pipe , made to receive and concoct the meat , and to perfect the Chyle or white juice , which riseth from thee meat concocted . The form ( as when with breath our bag-pipes rise , And swell ) round-wise , and long , yet long-wise more ; Fram'd to the most capacious figures guise : For 't is the Islands garner ; here its store Lies treasur'd up , which well prepar'd it sends By secret path that to th' Arch-citie bends ; Which making it more fit , to all the Isle dispends . 29 Farre hence at foot of rocky Cephals hills This Cities d d Gustus , the taste , is the caterer , or steward to the stomack , which hath his place in Cephal , that is , the head . Steward dwells in vaulted stone ; And twice a day Koilia's store-house fills With certain rent , and due provision : Aloft he fitly dwells in arched cave ; Which to describe I better time shall have , When that fair mount I sing , & his white curdy wave . 30 At that caves mouth e e In either chap are sixteen teeth ; foure cutters , two dog-teeth , or breakers , ten grinders . twice sixteen Porters stand , Receivers of the customarie rent ; Of each side foure , ( the formost of the band ) Whose office to divide what in is sent : Straight other foure break it in peices small ; And at each hand twice five , which grinding all , Fit it for convoy , and this cities Arsenall . 31 From thence a f f The tongue with great agilitie delivers up the meat ( well chewed ) to the instruments of swallowing : eight muscles serving to this purpose which instantly send the meat through the Oesophagus or meat-pipe into the stomack . Groom with wondrous volubilitie Delivers all unto neare officers , Of nature like himself , and like agilitie ; At each side foure , that are the governours To see the vict'als shipt at fittest tide ; Which straight from thence with prosp'rous chanel slide , And in Koilia's port with nimble oars glide . 32 The g g The upper mouth of the stomack hath little veins , or strings circular , to shut in the meat , and keep it from returning . haven , fram'd with wondrous sense and art , Opens it self to all that entrance seek ; Yet if ought back would turn , and thence depart , With thousand wrinkles shuts the ready creek : But when the rent is slack , it rages rife , And mutines in it self with civil strife : Thereto a h h Vas breve , or the short vessel , which sending in a melancholy humour , sharpens the appetite . little groom egges it with sharpest knife . 33 i i In the bottome of the stomack ( which is placed in the midst of the belly ) is concoction perfected . Below dwells in this Cities market-place The Islands common Cook , Concoction ; Common to all ; therefore in middle space Is quarter'd fit in just proportion , Whence never from his labour he retires ; No rest he asks , or better change requires : Both night and day he works , ne're sleeps , nor sleep desires . 34 k k The concoction of meats in the stomack is perfected , as by an innate propertie , and speciall vertue , so also by the outward heat of parts adjoyning . For it is on every side compassed with hotter parts , which as fire to a caldron helps to seethe , and concoct ; and the hot steams within it do not a little further digestion . That heat , which in his furnace ever fumeth , Is nothing like to our hot parching fire ; Which all consuming , self at length consumeth ; But moistning flames a gentle heat inspire , Which sure some in-born neighbour to him lendeth ; And oft the bord'ring coast fit fuell sendeth , And oft the rising fume , which down again descendeth . 35 Like to a pot , where under hovering Divided flames , the iron sides entwining , Above is stopt with close-laid covering , Exhaling fumes to narrow straits confining ; So doubling heat , his dutie doubly speedeth : Such is the fire Concoctions vessel needeth , Who daily all the Isle with fit provision feedeth . 36 There many a groom the busie Cook attends In under offices , and severall place : This gathers up the scumme , and thence it sends To be cast out ; another liquours base , Another garbage , which the kitchin cloyes , And divers filth , whose sent the place annoyes , By divers secret waies in under-sinks convoyes . 37 l l The lower orifice , or mouth of the stomack , is not placed at the very bottome , but at the side , and is called the ( Janitor or ) Porter , as sending out the food new concocted through the entrails , which are knotty , and full of windings , left the meat too suddenly passing through the body should make it too subject to appetite and greedinesse . Therefore a second Port is sidelong fram'd , To let out what unsavorie there remains : There sits a needfull groom , the Porter nam'd , Which soon the full-grown kitchin cleanly drains By divers pipes , with hundred turnings giring ; Lest that the food too speedily retiring , Should whet the appetite , still cloy'd , & still desiring . 38 So Erisicthon once fir'd ( as men say ) With hungry rage , fed never , ever feeding ; Ten thousand dishes serv'd in every day , Yet in ten thousand , thousand dishes needing , In vain his daughter hundred shapes assum'd : A whole camps meat he in his gorge inhum'd ; And all consum'd , his hunger yet was unconsum'd . 39 Such would the state of this whole Island be , If those pipes windings ( passage quick delaying ) Should not refrain too much edacitie , With longer stay fierce appetite allaying . m m It is approved that the entrails dried , and blown , are seven times longer then the body : they are all one entire body , yet their differing substance hath distinguished them into the thinne , & thick : the thinne have the more noble office . These pipes are seven-fold longer then the Isle , Yet all are folded in a little pile , Whereof three noble are , and thinne ; three thick , & vile . 40 n n The first is straight without any winding , that the chyle might not return ; and most narrow , that it might not finde too hasty a passage . It takes in a little passage from the gall , which there purges his choler , to provoke the entrails ( when they are slow ) to cast out the excrements . This is called Duodenum ( or twelve finger ) from his length . The first is narrow'st , and down-right doth look , Lest that his charge discharg'd might back retire ; And by the way takes in a bitter brook , That when the chanel's stopt with stifeling mire , Through th' idle pipe with piercing waters soking , His tender sides with sharpest stream provoking , Thrusts out the muddy parts , & rids the miry choking . 41 o o The second is called the lank or hungry gut , as being more emptie then the rest : for the liver being neare it sucks out his juice , or cream : it is known from the rest by the red colour . The second lean and lank , still pill'd , and harri'd By mighty bord'rers oft his barns invading : Away his food and new-inn'd store is carri'd ; Therefore an angry colour , never fading , Purples his cheek : p p The third called Ilion ( or winding ) from his many folds and turnings , is of all the longest . the third for length exceeds , And down his stream in hundred turnings leads : These three most noble are , adorn'd with silken threads . 42 q q The first of the baser is called blinde : at whose end is an appendant , where if any of the thinner chyle do chance to escape , it is stopt , and by the veins of the midriffe suckt out . The formost of the base half blinde appeares ; And where his broad way in an Isthmos ends , There he examines all his passengers , And those who ought not scape , he backward sends : r r The second is Colon ( or the tormenter ) because of the winde there staying , & vexing the body . The second Aeols court , where tempests raging Shut close within a cave the windes encaging , With earthquakes shakes the Island , thunders sad presaging . 43 s s The last called Rectum , or straight , hath no windings , short , larger toward the end ; that the excrement may more easily be ejected , and retained also upon occasion . The last down-right falls to port Esquiline , More strait above , beneath still broader growing ; Soon as the gate opes by the Kings assigne , Empties it self , farre thence the filth out-throwing : This gate endow'd with many properties , Yet for his office sight and naming flies ; Therefore between two hills , in darkest valley lies . 44 t t The thinne entrails serve for the carrying , & through-concocting of the chyle : the thicker for the gathering , and containing the excrements . To that Arch-citie of this government The three first pipes the ready feast convoy : The other three , in baser office spent , Fling out the dregs , which else the kitchin cloy . u u They are all sprinkled with numberlesse little veins , that no part of the chyle might escape till all be brought to the liver . In every one the Hepar keeps his spies ; Who if ought good with evil blended lies , Thence bring it back again to Hepars treasuries . 45 Two severall covers fence these twice three pipes : x x Epiploon ( or Overswimmer ) descends below the navill ; and ascends above the highest entrails , of skinny substance all interlaced with fat . The first from over-swimming takes his name , Like cobweb-lawn woven with hundred stripes : y y The Mesenterium ( or midst amongst the entrails , whence it takes the name ) ties and knits the entrails together : it hath a double tunicle . The second , strength'ned with a double frame , From forein enmitie the pipes maintains : z z Pancreas ( or All flesh , for so it seems ) is laid as a pillow under the stomack ; and sustains the veins that are dispread from the gate-vein . Close by the Pancreas stands , who ne're complains ; Though prest by all his neighbours , he their state sustains . 46 Next Hepar , chief of all these lower parts , One of the three , yet of the three the least . But see , the Sunne , like to undaunted hearts , Enlarges in his fall his ample breast : Now hie we home ; the pearled dew ere long Will wet the mothers , and their tender young : To morrow with the day we may renew our song .
CANT. III. THe Morning fresh , dappling her horse with roses , ( Vext at the lingring shades , that long had left her In Tithons freezing arms ) the light discloses ; And chasing Night , of rule and heav'n bereft her : The Sunne with gentle beams his rage disguises , And like aspiring tyrants , temporises ; Never to be endur'd , but when he falls , or rises . 2 Thirsil from withy prison , as he uses , Le ts out his flock , and on an hill stood heeding Which bites the grasse , and which his meat refuses ; So his glad eyes fed with their greedy feeding : Straight flock a shoal of Nymphs & shepherd-swains While all their lambes rang'd on the flowry plains ; Then thus the boy began , crown'd with their circling trains . 3 You gentle shepherds , and you snowie fires , That sit around , my rugged rimes attending ; How may I hope to quit your strong desires , In verse uncomb'd such wonders comprehending ? Too well I know my rudenesse all unfit To frame this curious Isle , whose framing yet Was never throughly known to any humane wit . 4 Thou Shepherd-God , who onely know'st it right , And hid'st that art from all the world beside ; Shed in my mistie breast thy sparkling light , And in this fogge my erring footsteps guide ; Thou who first mad'st , and never wilt forsake it : Else how shall my weak hand dare undertake it , When thou thy self ask'st counsel of thy self to make it ? 5 Next to Koilia , on the right side stands , Fairly dispread in large dominion , Th' a a Of all this lower region the Hepar , or liver , is the principall . The situation strong and safe , walled in by the ribs . Arch-citie Hepar , stretching her commands To all within this lower region ; Fenc't with sure barres , and strongest situation ; So never fearing foreiners invasion : Hence are the b b It is covered with one single cunicle ; & that very thinne , and slight . walls slight , thinne ; built but for sight & fashion . 6 c c The liver is tied to the heart by arteries , to the head by nerves , and to both by veins dispersed to both . To th' Heart and to th' Head-citie surely ti'd With firmest league , and mutuall reference : His liegers there , theirs ever here abide , To take up strife , and casuall difference : d d The liver consists of no ordinary flesh , but of a kinde proper to it self . Built all alike , seeming like rubies sheen , Of some peculiar matter ; such I ween , As over all the world may no where else be seen . 7 e e The livers upper part rises & swells gently ; is very smooth , and even ; the lower in the outside like to an hollow rock , rugged & craggy . Much like a mount it easily ascendeth ; The upper part 's all smooth as slipperie glasse : But on the lower many a cragge dependeth ; Like to the hangings of some rockie masse : f f From it rise all the springs of bloud , which runnes in the veins . Here first the purple fountain making vent , By thousand rivers through the Isle dispent , Gives every part fit growth and daily nourishment . 8 g g The steward of the whole Isle is here fitly placed , because as all ( that is brought in ) is here fitted , and disposed , so from hence returned , and dispensed . In this fair town the Isles great Steward dwells ; His porphyre house glitters in purple die ; In purple clad himself : from hence he deals His store to all the Isles necessitie : And though the rent he daily duly pay , Yet doth his flowing substance ne're decay ; All day he rent receives , returns it all the day . 9 And like that golden starre , which cuts his way Through Saturns ice , and Mars his firy ball ; Temp'ring their strife with his more kindely ray : So 'tween the Splenions frost and th' angry Gall The joviall Hepar sits ; with great expence Cheering the Isle by his sweet influence ; So slakes their envious rage and endlesse difference . 10 Within , some say , h h Here Plato disposed the seat of love . And certainly though lust ( which some perversly call love ) be otherwhere seated , yet that affection whereby we wish , and do well to others , may seem to be better fitted in the liver , then in the heart , ( where most do place it ) because this moderate heat appeares more apt for this affection ; and fires of the heart where ( as a Salamander ) anger lives , seem not so fit to entertain it . Love hath his habitation ; Not Cupids self , but Cupids better brother : For Cupids self dwells with a lower nation , But this more sure , much chaster then the other ; By whose command we either love our kinde , Or with most perfect love affect the minde ; With such a diamond knot he often souls can binde . 11 i i Hence rise the two great rivers of bloud , of which all the rest are lesser streams : The first is Porta , or the gate-vein , issuing from the hollow part and is shed toward the stomack , splene , guts , and the Epiploon . The second is Cava , the hollow vein , spreading his river over all the body . Two purple streams here raise their boiling heads ; The first and least in th' hollow cavern breeding , His waves on divers neighbour grounds dispreads : The next fair river all the rest exceeding , Topping the hill , breaks forth in fierce evasion , And sheds abroad his Nile-like inundation ; So gives to all the Isle their food and vegetation . 12 Yet these from other streams much different ; For others , as they longer , broader grow ; These as they runne in narrow banks impent , Are then at least , when in the main they flow : Much like a tree , which all his roots so guides , That all the trunk in his full body hides ; Which straight his stemme to thousand branches subdivides . 13 k k The chyle , or juice of meats concocted in the stomack could not all be turned into sweet bloud by reason of the divers kindes of humours in it : Therefore there are three kinds of excrementall liquors suckt away by little vessels , and carried to their appointed places : one too light , and fiery ; an other too earthy , and heavy ; a third wheyish and watery . Yet lest these streams might hap to be infected With other liquours in the well abounding ; Before their flowing chanels are detected , Some lesser delfs , the fountains bottome sounding , Suck out the baser streams , the springs annoying , An hundred pipes unto that end employing ; Thence run to fitter place their noisome load convoying . 14 Such is fair Hepar ; l l Famous the controversie between the Peripateticks , and Physicians : one holding the heart , the other the liver to be first . That the liver is first in time and making , is manifest ; because the Nurse ( the vein that feeds the infant yet in the wombe ) empties it self upon the liver . which with great dissension Of all the rest pleads most antiquitie ; But yet th' Heart-citie with no lesse contention , And justest challenge , claims prioritie : But sure the Hepar was the elder bore ; For that small river , call'd the Nurse , of yore Laid boths foundation , yet Hepar built afore . 15 Three pois'nous liquours from this purple well Rise with the native streams ; m m The first excrement drawn from the liver to the gall is cholerick , bitter , like flame in colour ; which were it not removed , and kept in due place , would fill all the body with bitternesse , and gnawing . the first like fire , All flaming hot , red , furious , and fell , The spring of dire debate , and civile ire ; Which wer 't not surely held with strong retention , Would stirre domestick strife , and fierce contention , And waste the weary Isle with never ceas'd dissension . 16 Therefore close by a little conduit stands , n n Choledochus or the Gall , is of a membranous substance , having but one , yet that a strong tunicle . It hath two passages , one drawing the humour from the liver , another conveying the overplus into the first gut , and so emptying the gall . And this fence hath a double gate to keep the liquour from returning . Choledochus , that drags this poison hence , And safely locks it up in prison bands ; Thence gently drains it through a narrow fence ; A needfull fence , attended with a guard , That watches in the straits all closely barr'd , Lest some might back escape , and break the prison ward . 17 The o o The second ill humour is earthy , and heavy , which is drawn from the liver by little vessels unto the splene the native seat of melancholie , here some have placed laughter : but the splene seems rather the seat of malice and heavinesse . next ill stream the wholesome fount offending , All dreery black and frightfull , hence convay'd By divers drains unto the Splenion tending , The Splenion o're against the Hepar laid , Built long , and square : some say that laughter here Keeps residence ; but laughter fits not there , Where darknesse ever dwells , and melancholy fear . 18 p p If the splene should fail in this office , the whole body would be filled with melancholy fancies , and vain terrours . And should these waies , stopt by ill accident , To th' Hepar streams turn back their muddie humours ; The cloudie Isle with hellish dreeriment Would soon be fill'd , and thousand fearfull rumours : Fear hides him here , lockt deep in earthy cell ; Dark , dolefull , deadly-dull , a little hell ; Where with him fright , despair , and thousand horrours dwell . 19 q q Where the splene flourishes , and the body decayes , and withers ; where the splene is kept down , the body flourishes . Hence Stratonicus merrily said , that in Crete dead men walked , because they were so splenitive , and pale-coloured . If this black town in over-growth increases , With too much strength his neighbours over-bearing ; The Hepar daily , and whole Isle decreases , Like ghastly shade , or ashie ghost appearing : But when it pines , th' Isle thrives ; its curse , his blessing : r r Trajan compared the splene to his exchequer : because as his coffers being full drained his subjects purses , so the full splene makes the body saplesse . So when a tyrant raves , his subjects pressing , His gaining is their losse , his treasure their distressing . 20 s s The watery humour with some good bloud ( which is spent for the nourishment of those parts ) is drawn by the kidneys . The third bad water , bubbling from this fountain , Is wheyish cold , which with good liquours meint , Is drawn into the double Nephros mountain ; Which suck the best for growth , and nourishment : t t The Ureters receive the water separated from the bloud , as distilled from little fleshie substances in the kidneys , like to teats . The worst , as through a little pap , distilling To divers pipes , the pale cold humour swilling , Runs down to th' Urine-lake , his banks thrice daily filling . 21 u u The kidneys are both alike ; the left somewhat higher : both have a double skinne , and both compassed with fat . These mountains differ but in situation ; In form and matter like : the left is higher , Left even height might slack their operation : Both like the Moon which now wants half her fire ; Yet into two obtuser angles bended , Both strongly with a double wall defended ; And both have walls of mudde before those walls extended . 22 The sixt and last town in this region , With largest stretcht precincts , and compasse wide , Is that , where Venus and her wanton sonne ( Her wanton Cupid ) will in youth reside : For though his arrows and his golden bow On other hills he frankly does bestow , Yet here he hides the fire with which each heart doth glow . 23 For that great Providence , their course foreseeing Too eas'ly led into the sea of death ; After this first , gave them a second being , Which in their off-spring newly flourisheth : He therefore made the fire of generation To burn in Venus courts without cessation , Out of whose ashes comes another Island nation . 24 For from the first a fellow Isle he fram'd , ( For what alone can live , or fruitfull be ? ) Arren the first , the second Thelu nam'd ; Weaker the last , yet fairer much to see : Alike in all the rest , here disagreeing , Where Venus and her wanton have their being : For nothing is produc't of two in all agreeing . 25 But though some few in these hid parts would see Their Makers glory , and their justest shame ; Yet for the most would turn to luxurie , And what they should lament , would make their game : Flie then those parts , which best are undescri'd ; Forbear , my maiden song , to blazon wide What th' Isle and Natures self doth ever strive to hide . 26 These two fair Isles distinct in their creation , Yet one extracted from the others side , Are oft made one by Loves firm combination , And from this unitie are multipli'd : Strange may it seem ; such their condition , That they are more dispread by union ; And two are twenty made , by being made in one . 27 For from these two in Loves delight agreeing , Another little Isle is soon proceeding ; At first of unlike frame and matter being , In Venus temple takes it form and breeding ; Till at full time the tedious prison flying , It breaks all lets its ready way denying ; And shakes the trembling Isle with often painfull dying . 28 So by the Bosphor straits in Euxine seas , Not farre from old Byzantum , closely stand Two neighbour Islands , call'd Symplegades , Which sometime seem but one combined land : For often meeting on the watrie plain , And parting oft , tost by the boist'rous main , They now are joyn'd in one , and now disjoyn'd again . 29 Here oft not Lust , but sweetest Chastitie , Coupled sometimes , and sometimes single , dwells ; Now linkt with Love , to quench Lusts tyrannie , Now Phoenix-like alone in narrow cells : Such Phoenix one , but one at once may be : In Albions hills thee , Basilissa , thee , Such onely have I seen , such shall I never see . 30 What Nymph was this , ( said fairest Rosaleen ) Whom thou admirest thus above so many ? She , while she was , ( ah ! ) was the shepherds Queen ; Sure such a shepherds Queen was never any : But ( ah ! ) no joy her dying heart contented , Since she a deare Deers side unwilling rented ; Whose death she all too late , too soon , too much , repented . 31 Ah royall maid ! why should'st thou thus lament thee ? Thy little fault was but too much beleeving : It is too much so much thou should'st repent thee ; His joyous soul at rest desires no grieving . These words ( vain words ! ) fond comforters did lend her ; But ( ah ! ) no words , no prayers might ever bend her To give an end to grief , till endlesse grief did end her . 32 But how should I those sorrows dare display ? Or how limme forth her vertues wonderment ? She was ( ay me ! she was ) the sweetest May That ever flowr'd in Albions regiment . Few eyes fall'n lights adore : yet fame shall keep Her name awake , when others silent sleep ; While men have eares to heare , eyes to look back , and weep . 33 And though the curres ( which whelpt & nurst in Spain , Learn of fell Geryon to snarle and brawl ) Have vow'd and strove her Virgin tombe to stain ; And grinne , and fome , and rage , and yelp , and bawl : Yet shall our Cynthia's high-triumphing light Deride their houling throats , and toothlesse spight ; And sail through heav'n , while they sink down in endlesse night . 34 So is this Islands lower region : Yet ah much better is it sure then so . But my poore reeds , like my condition , ( Low is the shepherds state , my song as low ) Marre what they make : but now in yonder shade Rest we , while Sunnes have longer shadows made : See how our panting flocks runne to the cooler glade .
CANT. IIII THe shepherds in the shade their hunger feasted With simple cates , such as the countrey yeelds ; And while from scorching beams secure they rested , The Nymphs disperst along the woody fields , Pull'd from their stalks the blushing strawberries , Which lurk close shrouded from high looking-eyes ; Shewing that sweetnesse oft both low and hidden lies . 2 But when the day had his meridian runne Between his highest throne , and low declining ; Thirsil again his forced task begunne , His wonted audience his sides entwining . The middle Province next this lower stands , Where th' Isles Heart-city spreads his large commands , Leagu'd to the neighbour towns with sure and friendly bands . 3 Such as that starre , which sets his glorious chair In midst of heav'n , and to dead darknesse here Gives light and life ; such is this citie fair : Their ends , place , office , state , so nearely neare , That those wise ancients from their natures sight , And likenesse , turn'd their names , and call'd aright The sunne the great worlds heart , the heart the lesse worlds light . 4 a a The heart is the seat of heat , and life ; therefore walled about with the ribs , for more safety . This middle coast to all the Isle dispends All heat and life : hence it another Guard ( Beside those common to the first ) defends ; Built whole of massie stone , cold , drie , and hard : Which stretching round about his circling arms , Warrants these parts from all exteriour harms ; Repelling angry force , securing all alar'ms . 5 But in the front b b The breasts , or paps , are given to men for strength , and ornament ; to women , for milk and nurserie also . two fair twin-bulwarks rise , In th' Arren built for strength , and ornament ; In Thelu of more use , and larger size ; For hence the young Isle draws his nourishment : Here lurking Cupid hides his bended bow ; Here milkie springs in sugred rivers flow ; Which first gave th' infant Isle to be , and then to grow . 6 c c When the infant grows big , he so oppresseth the vessels of bloud , that partly through the readinesse of the passage , but especially by the providence of God , the bloud turns back to the breast , & there by an innate but wonderfull facultie is turned into milk . For when the lesser Island ( still increasing In Venus temple ) to some greatnesse swells , Now larger rooms and bigger spaces seizing , It stops the Hepar rivers ; backward reels The stream , and to these hills bears up his flight , And in these founts ( by some strange hidden might ) Dies his fair rosie waves into a lily white . 7 So where fair Medway , down the Kentish dales To many towns her plenteous waters dealing , Lading her banks , into wide Thamis falls ; The big-grown main with fomie billows swelling , Stops there the sudding stream ; her steddy race Staggers awhile , at length flies back apace , And to the parent fount returns its fearfull pace . 8 d d The breasts are in figure hemisphericall ; whose tops are crowned with the teats , about which are reddish circles , called ( Areolae , or ) little altars . These two fair mounts are like two hemispheres , Endow'd with goodly gifts and qualities ; Whose top two little purple hillocks reares , Most like the Poles in heavens Axletrees : And round about two circling altars gire , In blushing red ; the rest in snowy tire Like Thracian Haemus looks , which ne're feels Phoebus fire 9 That mighty hand in these dissected wreathes , ( Where moves our Sunne ) his thrones fair picture gives ; The pattern breathlesse , but the picture breathes ; His highest heav'n is dead , our low heav'n lives : Nor scorns that loftie one thus low to dwell ; Here his best starres he sets , and glorious cell ; And fills with saintly spirits , so turns to heav'n from hell . 10 About this Region round in compasse stands A Guard , both for defence , and respiration , e e In the Thorax or breast , are sixty five muscles for respiration , or breathing , which is either free , or forced : The instruments of forced breathing are sixtie foure , whereof thirtie two distend , and as many contract it . Of sixtie foure , parted in severall bands ; Half to let out the smokie exhalation , The other half to draw in fresher windes : Beside both these , a third of both their kindes , That lets both out , & in ; which no enforcement bindes . 11 This third the merrie f f The instrument of the free breathing is the Diazome or Diaphragme , which we call the midriffe , as a wall parting the heart and liver : Plato affirms it a partition between the seats of desire , and anger . Aristotle , a barre to keep the noisome odour of the stomack from the heart . Diazome we call , A border-citie these two coasts removing ; Which like a balk , with his crosse-builded wall , Disparts the terms of anger , and of loving ; Keeps from th' Heart-citie fuming kitchin fires , And to his neigbours gentle windes inspires ; g g The midriffe dilates it self when it draws in , contracts it self when it puffes out the aire . Loose when he sucks in aire , contract when he expires . 12 h h The midriffe consists of two circles , one skinny , the other fleshie . It hath two tunicles , as many veins and arteries , and foure nerves . The Diazome of severall matter 's fram'd : The first moist , soft ; harder the next , and drier : His fashion like the fish a Raia nam'd ; Fenc'd with two walls , one low , the other higher ; By eight streams water'd ; two from Hepar low , And from th' Heart-town as many higher go ; But two twice told down from the Cephal mountain flow . 13 i i Here most men have placed the seat of laughter : It hath much sympathie with the brain , so that if the midriffe be inflamed , present madnes easues it . Here sportfull Laughter dwells , here ever sitting , Defies all lumpish griefs , and wrinkled care ; And twentie merrie-mates mirth causes fitting , And smiles , which Laughters sonnes , yet infants are . But if this town be fir'd with burnings nigh , With selfsame flames high Cephals towers fry ; Such is their feeling love , and loving sympathie . 14 This coast stands girt with a k k Within , the Pleura ( or skinne which clotheth the ribs on the inside ) compasses this middle region . peculiar wall , The whole precinct , and every part defending : l l The chiefest part of this middle region is the Heart , placed in the midst of this province , and of the whole bodie : fitly was it placed in the midst of all , as being of all the most needfull . The chiefest Citie , and Imperiall , Is fair Kerdia , farre his bounds extending ; Which full to know were knowledge infinite : How then should my rude pen this wonder write , Which thou , who onely mad'st it , onely know'st aright ? 15 In middle of this middle Regiment Kerdia seated lies , the centre deem'd Of this whole Isle , and of this government : If not the chiefest this , yet needfull'st seem'd , Therfore obtain'd an equall distant seat , More fitly hence to shed his life and heat , And with his yellow streams the fruitfull Island wet . 16 m m The Heart is immured partly by a membrane going round about it , ( and thence receiving his name ) and a peculiar tunicle ; partly with an humour like whey or urine , as well to cool the heart , as to lighten the body . Flankt with two severall walls ( for more defence ) Betwixt them ever flows a wheyish moat ; In whose soft waves , and circling profluence This Citie , like an Isle , might safely float : In motion still ( a motion fixt , not roving ) Most like to heav'n in his most constant moving : Hence most here plant the seat of sure and active loving . 17 Built of a substance like smooth porphyrie ; n n The flesh of the heart is proper and peculiar to it self , not like other muscles ; of a figure pyramicall . The point of the heart is ( as with a diademe ( girt with two arteries , and a vein , called the crowns . His matter hid , and ( like it self ) unknown : Two rivers of his own ; another by , That from the Hepar rises , like a crown , Infold the narrow part : for that great All This his works glory made pyramicall ; Then crown'd with triple wreath , & cloath'd in scarlet pall . 18 The Cities self in two o o Though the heart be an entire body , yet it is severed into two partitions , the right , and left ; of which the left is more excellent and noble . partitions reft , That on the right , this on the other side : p p The right receives into his hollownesse the bloud flowing from the liver , and concocts it . The right ( made tributarie to the left ) Brings in his pension at his certain tide , A pension of liquours strangely wrought ; Which first by Hepars streams are hither brought , And here distill'd with art , beyond or words or thought 19 q q This right side sends down to the lungs that part of this bloud which is lesse laboured , and thicker ; but the thinner part it sweats through a fleshie partition into the left side . The grosser waves of these life-streams ( which here With much , yet much lesse labour is prepar'd ) A doubtfull chanel doth to Pneumon bear : But to the left those labour'd extracts shar'd , r r This fleshie partition severs the right side from the left ; at first it seems thick , but if it be well viewed , we shall see it full of many pores , or passages . As through a wall , with hidden passage slide ; Where many secret gates ( gates hardly spi'd ) With safe convoy give passage to the other side . 20 At each hand of the left s s Two skinny additions ( from their likenesse called the ears ) receive , the one the thicker bloud , ( that called the right ) the other ( called the left ) takes in the aire sent by the lungs . two streets stand by , Of severall stuffe , and severall working fram'd , With hundred crooks , and deep-wrought cavitie : Both like the eares in form , and so are nam'd . I' th' right hand street the tribute liquour sitteth : The left forc't aire into his concave getteth ; Which subtile wrought , & thinne , for future workmen sitteth . 21 The Cities t t The left side of the heart takes in this aire , and bloud ; and concocting them both in his hollow bosome , sends them out by the great arterie into the whole body . left side , ( by some hid direction ) Of this thinne aire , and of that right sides rent , ( Compound together ) makes a strange confection ; And in one vessel both together meynt , Stills them with equall never-quenched firing : Then in small streams ( through all the Island wiring ) Sends it to every part , both heat and life inspiring . 22 u u In the heart are foure great vessels : the first is the hollow vein bringing in the blood from the liver ; at whose mouth stand three little folding doores , with three forks giving passage , but no return to the bloud . In this Heart-citie foure main streams appeare ; One from the Hepar , where the tribute landeth , Largely poures out his purple river here ; At whose wide mouth a band of Tritons standeth , ( Three Tritons stand ) who with their three-forkt mace Drive on , and speed the rivers flowing race , But strongly stop the wave , if once it back repace . 23 * * The second vessel is called the arterie-vein , which rising from the right side of the heart , carries down the bloud here prepared to the lungs for their nourishment . Here also is the like three-folding doore , made like half circles ; giving passage from the heart , but not backward . The second is that doubtfull chanel , lending Some of this tribute to the Pneumon nigh ; Whose springs by carefull guards are watcht , that sending From thence the waters , all regresse denie : x x The third is called the Veiny arterie , rising from the left side , which hath two folds three-forked . The third unlike to this , from Pneumon flowing , And his due ayer-tribute here bestowing , Is kept by gates and barres , which stop all backward going . 24 y y The fourth is the great arterie . This hath also a floudgate made of three semicircular membranes , to give out load to the virall spirits , and stop their regresse . The last full spring out of this left side rises , Where three fair Nymphs , like Cynthia's self appearing , Draw down the stream which all the Isle suffices ; But stop back-waies , some ill revolture fearing . This river still it self to lesse dividing , At length with thousand little brooks runnes sliding , His fellow course along with Hepar chanels guiding . 25 z z The Heart is the fountain of life and heat to the whole bodie , and the seat of passions . Within this Citie is the palace fram'd , Where life , and lifes companion , heat , abideth ; And their attendants , passions untam'd : ( Oft very hell in this strait room resideth ) And did not neighbouring hills , cold aires inspiring , Allay their rage and mutinous conspiring , Heat all ( it self and all ) would burn with quenchlesse firing . 26 Yet that great Light , by whom all heaven shines With borrow'd beams , oft leaves his loftie skies , And to this lowly seat himself confines . Fall then again , proud heart , now fall to rise : Cease earth , ah cease , proud Babel earth , to swell : Heav'n blasts high towers , stoops to a low-rooft cell ; First heav'n must dwell in man , then man in heav'n shall dwell . 27 Close to Kerdia a a The Pneumon ( or lungs ) is nearest the heart , whose flesh is light , and spongie , very large . It is the instrument of breathing , and speaking , divided into many parcels , yet all united into one bodie . Pneumon takes his seat , Built of a lighter frame , and spungie mold : Hence rise fresh aires to fanne Kerdia's heat ; Temp'ring those burning fumes with moderate cold : It self of largest size , distended wide , In divers streets and out-wayes multipli'd : Yet in one Corporation all are joyntly ti'd . 28 Fitly 't is cloath'd with hangings b b The Lungs are covered with a light & very thinne tunicle , left it might be an hinderance to the motion . thinne and light , Lest too much weight might hinder motion : His chiefest use to frame the voice aright ; ( The voice which publishes each hidden notion ) And for that end c c The winde-pipe , which is framed partly of cartilage , or grissy matter , because the voice is perfected with hard & smooth things , ( these cartilages are compassed like a ring ) partly of skin , which tie the grisles together . a long pipe down descends , ( Which here it self in many lesser spends ) Untill low at the foot of Cephal mount it ends . 29 This pipe was built for th' aires safe purveiance , To fit each severall voice with perfect sound ; Therefore of divers matter the conveiance Is finely fram'd ; the first in circles round , In hundred circles bended , hard and drie , ( For watrie softnesse is sounds enemie ) Not altogether close , yet meeting very nigh . 30 The seconds drith and hardnesse somewhat lesse , But smooth and pliable made for extending , Fills up the distant circles emptinesse ; All in one bodie joyntly comprehending : d d And because the rings of the grifles do not wholly meet , this space is made up by muscles , that so the meat-pipe adjoyning might not be galled , or hurt . The last most soft , which where the circles scanted Not fully met , supplies what they have wanted , Not hurting tender parts , which next to this are planted 31 e e The Larynx , or covering of the winde-pipe , is a grisly substance , parted into foure grisles of which the first is ever unmoved , and in women often double . Upon the top there stands the pipes safe covering , Made for the voices better modulation : Above it foureteen carefull warders hovering , Which shut and open it at all occasion : The cover in foure parts it self dividing , Of substance hard , fit for the voices guiding ; One still unmov'd ( in Thelu double oft ) residing . 32 f f Adjoyning to it is the Oesophagus , or meat-pipe ▪ conveying meats and drinks to the stomack . Close by this pipe runnes that great chanel down , Which from high Cephals mount twice every day Brings to Koilia due provision : g g At whose end is the Epiglottis , or cover of the throat , the principall instrument of tuning , and apting the voice : & therefore grisly , that it might sooner fall when we swallow , and rise when we breathe . Straight at whose mouth a floud-gate stops the way , Made like an Ivie leaf , broad-angle-fashion ; Of matter hard , fitting his operation , For swallowing soon to fall , and rise for inspiration . 33 But see , the smoak mounting in village nigh , With folded wreaths steals through the quiet aire ; And mixt with duskie shades in Eastern skie , Begins the night , and warns us home repair : Bright Vesper now hath chang'd his name and place , And twinkles in the heav'n with doubtfull face : Home then my full-fed lambes ; the night comes , home apace .
CANT. V. BY this the old nights head ( grown hoary gray ) Foretold that her approaching end was neare ; And gladsome birth of young succeeding day Lent a new glory to our Hemispheare : The early swains salute the infant ray ; Then drove the dammes to feed , the lambes to play : And Thirsil with nights death revives his morning lay . 2 The highest region in this little Isle Is both the Islands and Creatours glorie : Ah then , my creeping Muse , and rugged style , How dare you pencill out this wondrous storie ? Oh thou that mad'st this goodly regiment , So heav'nly fair , of basest element , Make this inglorious verse thy glories instrument . 3 So shall my flagging Muse to heav'n aspire , Where with thy self thy fellow-shepherd sits ; And warm her pineons at that heav'nly fire ; But ( ah ! ) such height no earthly shepherd fits : Content we here low in this humble vale On slender reeds to sing a slender tale . A little boat will need as little sail and gale . 4 a a The head of these three regions is the least , but noblest in frame , and officer : most like to heaven as well in site , being highest in this style world , as also in figure , being round . The third precinct , the best and chief of all , Though least in compasse , and of narrow space , Was therefore fram'd like heaven , sphericall , Of largest figure , and of loveliest grace : Though shap'd at first the least of all the three ; Yet highest set in place , as in degree , And over all the rest bore rule and soveraigntie . 5 So of the three parts fair Europe is the least , In which this earthly Ball was first divided ; Yet stronger farre , and nobler then the rest , Where victorie and learned arts resided , And by the Greek and Romane monarchie Swaid both the rest ; now prest by slaverie Of Mosco , and the big-swoln Turkish tyrannie . 6 b b The Brain is the seat of the minde , and senses . Here all the senses dwell , and all the arts ; Here learned Muses by their silver spring : The c c The head is divided into the Citie , and Suburbs ; the brain within the wall of the skull , and the face without . Citie sever'd in two divers parts , Within the walls , and Suburbs neighbouring ; The Suburbs girt but with the common fence , Founded with wondrous skill , and great expence ; And therefore beautie here keeps her chief residence . 7 And sure for ornament and buildings rare , Lovely aspect , and ravishing delight , Not all the Isle or world with this compare ; But in the Thelu is the fairer sight : These Suburbs many call the Islands face ; Whose charming beautie , and bewitching grace Ofttimes the Prince himself enthralls in fetters base . 8 For as this Isle is a short summarie Of all that in this All is wide dispread ; So th' Islands face is th' Isles Epitomie , Where ev'n the Princes thoughts are often read : For when that All had finisht every kinde , And all his works would in lesse volume binde , Fair on the face he wrote the Index of the minde . 9 Fair are the Suburbs ; yet to clearer sight The Cities self more fair and excellent : A thick-grown wood , not pierc'd with any light , Yeelds it some fence , and much more ornament : The divers-colour'd trees and fresh aray Much grace the town , but most the Thelu gay : Yet all in winter turn to snow , and soon decay . 10 Like to some stately work , whose queint devices , And glitt'ring turrets with brave cunning dight , The gazers eye still more and more entices Of th' inner rooms to get a fuller sight ; Whose beautie much more winnes his ravisht heart , That now he onely thinks the outward part To be a worthie cov'ring of so fair an art . 11 d d Beside the common tunicles of the whole body , the brain is covered first with the bone of the skull , secondly with the Perieranium , or skin covering the skull , & thirdly with two inward skinnes . Foure severall walls , beside the common guard , For more defence the citie round embrace : The first thick , soft ; the second drie and hard ; As when soft earth before hard stone we place . The second all the Citie round enlaces , And like a rock with thicker sides embraces ; For here the Prince his court & standing palace places . 12 e e These two are called the hard , and tender mother . The other two of matter thinne and light ; And yet the first much harder then the other ; Both cherish all the Citie : therefore right They call that th' hard , and this the tender mother . f f The whole substance of the brain is divided into foure parts by divers folds of the inward skinne . The first with divers crooks and turnings wries , Cutting the town in foure quaternities ; But both joyn to resist invading enemies . 13 Next these , the buildings yeeld themselves to sight ; The g g The outside of the brain is softer , and of a shie colour ; the inward part white , and harder , framed of seed . outward soft , and pale , like ashes look ; The inward parts more hard , and curdy white : Their matter both from th' Isles first matter took ; Nor cold , nor hot : heats needfull sleeps infest , Cold nummes the workmen ; middle temper 's best ; When kindely warmth speeds work , & cool gives timely rest . 14 h h Almost in the midst of the brain are two hollow places , like half moons , of much use for preparing the spirits , emptying rheugme , receiving odours , &c. Within the centre ( as a market place ) Two caverns stand , made like the Moon half spent ; Of speciall use , for in their hollow space All odours to their Judge themselves present : Here first are born the spirits animall , Whose matter , almost immateriall , Resembles heavens matter quintessentiall . 15 i i Here is a knot of veins and arteries weaved together , by which the animall spirits are concocted , thinned and fitted for service : and close by are two little branches like teats , the instruments of smelling . Hard by , an hundred nimble workmen stand , These noble spirits readily preparing ; Lab'ring to make them thinne , and fit to hand , With never ended work , and sleeplesse caring : Hereby two little hillocks joyntly rise , Where fit two Judges clad in seemly guise , That cite all odours here , as to their just assise . 16 k k Next in that Septum lucidum , or bright wall , severing these hollow caverns . Next these , a wall built all of saphires shining , As fair , more precious , hence it takes his name ; l l The third cavitie is nothing else but a meeting of the two former By which the third cave lies , his sides combining To th' other two , and from them hath his frame ; ( A meeting of those former cavities ) m m It lies under ( corpus Cameratum or ) the chamber-substance , width with three arches bears up the whole weight of the brain . Vaulted by three fair arches safe it lies , And no oppression fears , or falling tyrannies . 17 n n By the third cavitie are two passages ; and at the end of the first is the ( Infundibulum or , tunnell , under which is ( Glans Pituitaria or ) the Rheugmkernell , as a spunge sucking the rheugms , & distilling them into the palate . By this third cave the humid citie drains Base noisome streams the milkie streets annoying ; And through a wide-mouth'd tunnel duely strains , Unto a bibbing substance down convoying ; Which these foul dropping humours largely swills , Till all his swelling spunge he greedy fills , And then through other sinks by little soft distills . 18 o o The other passage reaches to the fourth cavitie , which yeelds a safe way for the spirits . Between this and the fourth cave , lies a vale , ( The fourth , the first in worth , in rank the last ) Where two round hills shut in this pleasant dale , Through which the spirits thither safe are past ; p p The fourth cavitie is most noble , where all the spirits are perfected . By it is the pith , or marrow , the fountain of these spirits . Those here refin'd their full perfection have ; And therefore close by this fourth wondrous cave Rises that silver well , scatt'ring his milkie wave . 19 Not that bright spring , where fair Hermaphrodite Grew into one with wanton Salmacis , Nor that where Biblis dropt , too fondly light , Her tears and self , may dare compare with this ; q q This pith , or marrow , springing in the brain flows down through the back bone . Which here beginning down a lake descends , Whose rockie chanel these fair streams defends , Till it the precious wave through all the Isle dispends . 20 r r All the nerves imparting all sense and motion to the whole body have their root partly from the brain , and partly from the back bone . Many fair rivers take their heads from either , ( Both from the lake , and from the milkie well ) Which still in loving chanels runne together , Each to his mate a neighbour parallel : Thus widely spread with friendly combination , They fling about their wondrous operation , And give to every part both motion and sensation . 21 s s The pith of the back bone springeth from the brain , whence by foure passages it is conveyed into the back ; and there all foure joyn in one , and again are thence divided into divers others . This silver lake , first from th' Head-citie springing , To that bright fount foure little chanels sends ; Through which it thither plenteous water bringing , Straight all again to every place dispends : Such is th' Head-citie , such the Princes Hall ; Such , and much more , which strangely liberall , Though sense it never had , yet gives all sense to all . 22 Of other stuffe the Suburbs have their framing ; May seem soft marble , spotted red and white : t t The first part of the face is the forehead , at whose base are the eyes . First stands an Arch , pale Cynthia's brightnes shaming , The Cities forefront , cast in silver bright : At whose proud base are built two watching towers , Whence hate and love skirmish with equall powers ; Whence smiling gladnesse shines , and sullen sorrow showers . 23 u u The eyes are the index of the minde , discovering every affection . Here sits retir'd the silent reverence ; And when the Prince , incens'd with angers fire , Thunders aloud , he darts his lightning hence ; Here dusky-reddish clouds foretell his ire : Of nothing can this Isle more boast aright : A twin-born Sunne , a double seeing light ; With much delight they see , are seen with much delight . 24 That * * Orpheus called the eyes the looking glasse of nature . Thracian shepherd call'd them Natures glasse ; Yet then a glasse in this much worthier being : Blinde glasses represent some neare-set face ; But this a living glasse , both seen and seeing : x x Plato affirmed them lighted up with heavenly fire not burning , but shining . Like heav'n in moving , like in heav'nly firing ; Sweet heat and light , no burning flame inspiring : Yet ( ah ! ) too oft we find they scorch with hot desiring . 25 They mounted high , sit on a loftie hill ; ( For they the Princes best intelligence , And quickly warn of future good , or ill ) Here stands the palace of the noblest sense ; Here Visus keeps , whose Court then crystall smoother , And clearer seems ; he , though a younger brother , Yet farre more y y Visus , or the light , is the most noble above all the senses . noble is , farre fairer then the other . 26 z z There are six muscles moving the eye , thus termed by Anatomists . Six bands are set to stirre the moving tower : The first the proud band call'd , that lifts it higher ; The next the humble band , that shoves it lower ; The bibbing third draws it together nigher ; The fourth disdainfull , oft away is moving : The other two , helping the compasse roving , Are call'd the circling trains , & wanton bands of loving . 27 a a Above are the eyebrows keeping off the sweat that it fall not into the eyes . Above , two compasse groves , ( Loves bended bows ) Which fence the towers from flouds of higher place : b b The eyelids shutting the eye are two ; the lower ever unmoved in man : and hairs keeping off dust , flies , &c. Before , a wall , deluding rushing foes , That shuts and opens in a moments space : The low part fixt , the higher quick descending ; Upon whose tops spearmen their pikes intending , Watch there both night and day , the castles port defending . 28 c c There are three humours in the eye : the first the Watrie , breaking the too vehement light , and stopping the spirits from going out too fast . Three divers lakes within these bulwarks lie , The noblest parts and instruments of sight : The first , receiving forms of bodies nigh , Conveys them to the next , and breaks the light , Danting his rash and forcible invasion ; And with a clear and whitish inundation , Restrains the nimble spirits from their too quick evasion . 29 d d The second is the Crystalline , and most noble , seated and compast between the other two , and being altered by the entring shapes , is the chief instrument of sight . In midst of both is plac't the Cyrstall pond ; Whose living water thick , and brightly shining , Like Saphires , or the sparkling Diamond , His inward beams with outward light combining , Alt'ring it self to every shapes aspect , The divers forms doth further still direct , Till by the nimble poast th' are brought to th' Intellect . 30 e e The third from the likenesse is called the glassie humour . The third , like molten glasse , all cleare and white : Both round embrace the noble Crystalline . f f

There are six tunicles belonging to the eye :

The first called the conjunctive , solid , thick , compassing the whole eye , but onely the black window .

Six inward walls fence in this Tower of sight : The first , most thick , doth all the frame inshrine , And girts the Castle with a close embrace , Save in the midst is left a circles space , Where light and hundred shapes flock out & in apace . 31 g g The second is Cornea or , hornie tunicle , transparent , and made of the hard mother . The second not so massie as the other , Yet thicker then the rest , and tougher fram'd , Takes his beginning from that harder mother : The outward part like horn , and thence is nam'd ; Through whose translucent sides much light is born Into the Tower , and much kept out by th' horn , Makes it a pleasant light , much like the ruddie morn . 32 h h The third is ( 〈◊〉 or ) grapie , made of the tender mother , thinne , and pervious by a little and round window : it is diversly coloured without , but exceeding black within . The third , of softer mold , is like a grape , Which all entwines with his encircling side : In midst a window lets in every shape ; Which with a thought is narrow made , or wide : His inmost side more black then starrelesse night ; But outward part ( how like an hypocrite ! ) As painted Iris looks , with various colours dight . 33 i i The fourth is more thinne then any cobweb ( and thence so called ) immediately compassing the Crystalline humour . The fourth of finest work , more slight , and thinne , Then or Arachne , ( which in silken twine With Pallas strove ) or Pallas self could spinne : This round enwraps the fountain Crystalline . k k The fift , Reticularis , netty tunicle , framed of the substance of the brain : this diffuseth the visil spirits , and perceives the alteration of the Crystalline ; and here is the mean of sight . The next is made out of that milkie spring , That from the Cephal mount his waves doth fling , Like to a curious net his substance scattering . 34 His substance as the Head-spring , perfect white ; Here thousand nimble spies are round dispread : The forms caught in this net , are brought to sight , And to his eye are lively pourtrayed . l l The sixt is called the glassie tunicle , ●●asping in the glassie humour . The last the glassie wall ( that round encasing The moat of glasse , is nam'd from that enlacing ) The white & glassy wells parts with his strict embracing 35 Thus then is fram'd the noble Visus bower ; The outward light by th' first walls circle sending His beams and hundred forms into the tower , The wall of horn , and that black gate transcending , Is lightned by the brightest Crystalline , And fully view'd in that white nettie shine , From thence with speedy haste is poasted to the minde . 36 Much as an one-ey'd room , hung all with night , ( Onely that side , which adverse to his eye Gives but one narrow passage to the light , Is spread with some white shining tapestrie ) An hundred shapes that through flit ayers stray , Shove boldly in , crouding that narrow way , And on that bright-fac'd wall obscurely dancing play . 37 m m The eye hath two nerves , the Optick or seeing nerve , and moving . The optick , separate in their root , in the midst of their progresse meet , and strengthen one the other . Two pair of rivers from the Head-spring flow To these two Towers : the first in their mid-race ( The spies conveying ) twisted joyntly go , Strength'ning each other with a firm embrace . n n The moving , rising from the same stemme , are at length severed ; therefore as one moves , so moves the other . The other pair these walking Towers are moving ; At first but one , then in two chanels roving : And therefore both agree in standing , or removing . 38 o o Hearing is the second sense , lesse noble then the eye , more needfull . Auditus , second of the Pemptarchie , Is next , not all so noble as his brother ; Yet of more need , and more commoditie : His seat is plac'd somewhat below the other : Of each side of the mount a double cave ; Both which a goodly Portall doth embrave , And winding entrance , like Maeanders erring wave . 39 p p The outward eare is of a grisly matter , covered with the common tunicle . It is framed with many crooks , left the aire should enter too forcibly . The Portall hard and drie , all hung around With silken , thinne , carnatian tapestrie : Whose open gate drags in each voice and sound , That through the shaken ayer passes by : The entrance winding ; lest some violence Might fright the Judge with sudden influence , Or some unwelcome guest might vex the busie sense . 40 q q The inward eare consists of foure passages : the first is steeple left any thing should creep in . This caves first part fram'd with a steep ascent ( For in foure parts 't is fitly severed ) Makes th' entrance hard , but easie the descent : Where stands a braced drumme , whose sounding head ( Obliquely plac'd ) strook by the circling aire , Gives instant warning of each sounds repair , Which soon is thence convey'd unto the Judgement chair . 41 r r If the Drum be wet with falling of rheugm , we are hard of hearing ; but if it grow thick , we are irrecoverably deaf . The drumme is made of substance hard and thinne ; Which if some falling moisture chance to wet , The loudest sound is hardly heard within : But if it once grows thick , with stubborn let It barres all passage to the inner room ; No sounding voice unto his seat may come : The lazie sense still sleeps , unsummon'd with his drum . 42 s s The Drumme parteth the first and second passage . To it are joyned three little bones , the instruments of hearing , which never grow , or decrease in childehood or age : they are all in the second passage . This drumme divides the first and second part , In which three hearing instruments reside ; Three instruments compact by wondrous art , With slender string knit to th' drummes inner side : Their native temper being hard and drie , Fitting the sound with their firm qualitie , Continue still the same in age and infancie . 43 t t The first of these bones is called the Hammer , the second the Stithe , the third the Stirrup , all taking their names from their likenesse : all tied to the Drumme by a little string . The first an Hammer call'd , whose out-grown sides Lie on the drumme ; but with his swelling end Fixt in the hollow Stithe , there fast abides : The Stithes short foot doth on the drumme depend , His longer in the Stirrup surely plac't ; The Stirrups sharp side by the Stithe embrac't , But his broad base ti'd to a little window fast . 44 u u These are two small passages , admitting the sounds into the head , and cleansing the aire . Two little windows ever open lie , The sound unto the caves third part convaying ; And slender pipe , whose narrow cavitie Doth purge the in-born aire , that idle staying Would els corrupt , and still supplies the spending : The caves third part in twentie by-wayes bending , Is call'd the Labyrinth , in hundred crooks ascending . 45 Such whilome was that eye-deceiving frame , Which crafty Daedal with a cunning hand Built to empound the Cretan Princes shame : Such was that Woodstock cave , where Rosamand , Fair Rosamand , fled jealous Ellenore ; Whom late a shepherd taught to weep so sore , That woods and hardest rocks her harder fate deplore . 46 The third part with his narrow rockie straits Perfects the sound , and gives more sharp accenting ; Then sends it to the * * The last passage is called the Cochlea , snail , or Periwincle ; where the nerves of hearing plainly appeare . fourth ; where ready waits A nimble poast , who ne're his haste relenting , Flings to the judgement-seat with speedy flight : There th' equall Judge attending day and night , Receives the entring sounds , & dooms each voice aright . 47 As when a stone , troubling the quiet waters , Prints in the angry stream a wrinkle round , Which soon another and another scatters , Till all the lake with circles now is crown'd : All so the aire struck with some violence nigh , Begets a world of circles in the skie ; All which infected move with sounding qualitie . 48 These at Auditus palace soon arriving , Enter the gate , and strike the warning drumme ; To those three instruments fit motion giving , Which every voice discern : then that third room Sharpens each sound , and quick conveys it thence ; Till by the flying poast 't is hurri'd hence , And in an instant brought unto the judging sense . 49 This sense is made the Master of request , Prefers petitions to the Princes eare , Admits what best he likes , shuts out the rest ; And sometimes cannot , sometimes will not heare : Ofttimes he lets in anger-stirring lies , Oft melts the Prince with oylie flatteries . Ill mought he thrive , that loves his Masters enemies ! 50 'Twixt Visus double court a Tower stands , Plac't in the Suburbs centre ; whose high top , And loftie raised ridge the rest commands : Low at his foot a double doore stands ope , Admitting passage to the aires ascending ; And divers odours to the Citie sending , Revives the heavie town , his liberall sweets dispending . 51 This vaulted Tower's half built of massie stone , The other half of stuffe lesse hard and drie , Fit for distending , or compression : The outward wall may seem all porphyrie . x x The sense of smelling . Olfactus dwells within this lofty fort ; But in the citie is his chief resort , Where 'twixt two little hils he keeps his judging court . 52 By two great caves are plac't these y y These are those two little bunches like paps , or teats , spoken of the 15 Stanz . of this Cant. little hills , Most like the nipples of a virgins breast ; By which the aire that th' hollow Tower fills , Into the Citie passeth : with the rest The odours pressing in are here all staid ; Till by the sense impartially weigh'd , Unto the common Judge they are with speed conveyd . 53 At each side of that Tower stand two fair plains , More fair then that which in rich Thessalie Was once frequented by the Muses trains : Here ever sits sweet-blushing Modestie ; Here in two colours Beautie shining bright , Dressing her white with red , her red with white , With pleasing chain enthralls , & bindes loose wandring sight . 54 Below , a cave rooft with an z z Gustus , or the taste is in the palate , which in the Greek is called the heaven . heav'n-like plaister , And under strew'd with purple tapestrie , Where Gustus dwells , the Isles and Princes Taster , Koilia's Steward , one of th' Pemptarchie ; a a Taste is a kinde of touch , nor can it exist but by touching . Whom Tactus ( so some say ) got of his mother : For by their nearest likenesse one to th' other , Tactus may eas'ly seem his father , and his brother . 55 b b Tactus or the sense of touching . Tactus the last , but yet the eldest brother ; ( Whose office meanest , yet of all the race The first and last , more needfull then the other ) Hath his abode in none , yet every place : Through all the Isle distended is his dwelling ; He rules the streams that from the Cephal swelling Runne all along the Isle , both sence & motion dealing . 56 With Gustus Lingua dwells , his pratling wife , Indu'd with strange and adverse qualities ; The nurse of hate and love , of peace and strife , Mother of fairest truth , and foulest lies : Or best , or worst ; no mean : made all of fire , Which sometimes hell , & sometimes heav'ns inspire ; By whom oft Truth self speaks , oft that first murth'ring liar . 57 The idle Sunne stood still at her command , Breathing his firie steeds in Gibeon : And pale-fac'd Cynthia at her word made stand , Resting her coach in vales of Aialon . Her voice oft open breaks the stubborn skies , And holds th' Almighties hands with suppliant cries : Her voice tears open hell with horrid blasphemies . 58 Therefore that great Creatour , well foreseeing To what a monster she would soon be changing , ( Though lovely once , perfect and glorious being ) Curb'd her with iron c c The Tongue is held with a ligament , ordinarily called the bridle . bit , and held from ranging ; And with strong bonds her looser steps enchaining , Bridled her course , too many words refraining , And doubled all his guards , bold libertie restraining . 59 d d The Tongue is guarded with thirtie two teeth , and with the lips ▪ all which do not a little help the speech , and sweeten the voice . For close within he sets twice sixteen guarders , Whose hardned temper could not soon be mov'd : Without the gate he plac'd two other warders , To shut and ope the doore , as it behov'd : But such strange force hath her enchanting art , That she hath made her keepers of her part , And they to all her slights all furtherance impart . 60 Thus ( with their help ) by her the sacred Muses Refresh the Prince dull'd with much businesse ; By her the Prince unto his Prince oft uses In heav'ly throne from hell to finde accesse . She heav'n to earth in musick often brings , And earth to heaven : but oh how sweet she sings , When in rich graces key she tunes poor natures strings ! 61 Thus Orpheus wanne his lost Eurydice ; Whom some deaf snake , that could no musick heare , Or some blinde neut , that could no beautie see , Thinking to kisse , kill'd with his forked spear : He , when his plaints on earth were vainly spent , Down to Avernus river boldly went , And charm'd the meager ghosts with mournfull blandishment . 62 There what his mother , fair Calliope , From Phoebus harp and Muses spring had brought him , What sharpest grief for his Eurydice , And love redoubling grief had newly taught him , He lavisht out , and with his potent spell Bent all the rigorous powers of stubborn hell : He first brought pitie down with rigid ghosts to dwell . 63 Th' amazed shades came flocking round about , Nor car'd they now to passe the Stygian ford : All hell came running there , ( an hideous rout ) And dropt a silent tear for every word : The aged Ferrieman shov'd out his boat ; But that without his help did thither float ; And having ta'ne him in , came dancing on the moat . 64 The hungry Tantal might have fill'd him now , And with large draughts swill'd in the standing pool : The fruit hung listning on the wondring bough , Forgetting hells command ; but he ( ah fool ! ) Forgot his starved taste , his eares to fill . Ixions turning wheel unmov'd stood still ; But he was rapt as much with powerfull musicks skill . 65 Tir'd Sisyphus sat on his resting stone , And hop'd at length his labour done for ever : The vulture feeding on his pleasing mone , Glutted with musick , scorn'd grown Tityus liver : The Furies flung their snakie whips away , And molt in tears at his enchanting lay , No shrieches now were heard ; all hell kept holy-day . 66 That treble Dog , whose voice ne're quiet fears All that in endlesse nights sad kingdome dwell , Stood pricking up his thrice two listning eares , With greedy joy drinking the sacred spell ; And softly whining , piti'd much his wrongs ; And now first silent at those dainty songs , Oft wisht himself more ears , & fewer mouths & tongues . 67 At length return'd with his Eurydice , But with this law , not to return his eyes , Till he was past the laws of Tartarie ; ( Alas ! who gives love laws in miseries ? Love is loves law ; love but to love is ti'd ) Now when the dawns of neighbour day he spi'd , Ah wretch ! Eurydice he saw , and lost , and di'd . 68 All so who strives from grave of hellish night To bring his dead soul to the joyfull skie ; If when he comes in view of heav'nly light , He turns again to hell his yeelding eye , And longs to see what he had left ; his sore Grows desp'rate , deeper , deadlier then afore : His helps and hopes much lesse , his crime & judgement more . 69 But why do I enlarge my tedious song , And tire my flagging Muse with wearie flight ? Ah! much I fear I hold you much too long . The outward parts be plain to every sight : But to describe the people of this Isle , And that great Prince , these reeds are all too vile : Some higher verse may fit , and some more loftie style . 70 See , Phlegon drenched in the hizzing main , Allayes his thirst , and cools the flaming carre ; Vesper fair Cynthia ushers , and her train : See , th' apish earth hath lighted many a starre , Sparkling in dewie globes : all home invite : Home then my flocks , home shepherds , home ; 't is night : My song with day is done ; my Muse is set with light . 71 By this the gentle boyes had framed well A myrtle garland mixt with conqu'ring bay , From whose fit match issu'd a pleasing smell , And all enamel'd it with roses gay ; With which they crown their honour'd Thirsils head : Ah blessed shepherd-swain ! ah happy meed ! While all his fellows chaunt on slender pipes of reed .
CANT. VI. THe houres had now unlockt the gate of day , When fair Aurora leaves her frosty bed , Hasting with youthfull Cephalus to play , Unmaskt her face , and rosie beauties spread : Tithonus silver age was much despis'd . Ah! who in love that cruel law devis'd , That old love's little worth , and new too highly priz'd ? 2 The gentle shepherds on an hillock plac'd , ( Whose shadie head a beechie garland crown'd ) View'd all their flocks that on the pastures graz'd : Then down they sit , while Thenot 'gins the round ; Thenot ! was never fairer boy among The gentle lads , that in the Muses throng By Chamus yellow streams learn tune their pipe & song . 3 See , Thirsil , see the shepherds expectation ; Why then , ( ah ! ) why sitt'st thou so silent there ? We long to know that Islands happy nation : Oh! do not leave thy Isle unpeopled here . Tell us who brought , and whence these colonies ; Who is their King , what foes , and what allies ; What laws maintain their peace , what warres & victories . 4 Thenot , my deare , that simple fisher-swain , Whose little boat in some small river strayes ; Yet fondly lanches in the swelling main , Soon , yet too late , repents his foolish playes . How dare I then forsake my well-set bounds , Whose new-cut pipe as yet but harshly sounds ? A narrow compasse best my ungrown Muse impounds . 5 Two shepherds most I love with just adoring ; That Mantuan swain , who chang'd his slender reed To trumpets martiall voice , and warres loud roaring , From Corydon to Turnus derring-deed ; And next our home-bred Colins sweetest firing ; Their steps not following close , but farre admiring : To lackey one of these is all my prides aspiring . 6 Then you my peers , whose quiet expectation Seemeth my backward tale would fain invite ; Deigne gently heare this purple Islands nation , A people never seen , yet still in sight ; Our daily guests , and natives , yet unknown ; Our servants born , but now commanders grown ; Our friends , and enemies ; aliens , yet still our own . 7 Not like those Heroes , who in better times This happy Island first inhabited In joy and peace ; when no rebellious crimes That God-like nation yet dispeop'led : Those claim'd their birth from that eternal Light , Held th' Isle , and rul'd it in their fathers right , And in their faces bore their parents image bright . 8 For when the Isle that main would fond forsake , In which at first it found a happy place , And deep was plung'd in that dead hellish lake ; Back to their father flew this heav'nly race , And left the Isle forlorn , and desolate , That now with fear , and wishes all too late , Sought in that blackest wave to hide his blacker fate . 9 How shall a worm , on dust that crawls and feeds , Climbe to th' empyreall court , where these states reign , And there take view of what heav'ns self exceeds ? The Sunne lesse starres , these lights the Sunne distain : Their beams divine , and beauties do excell What here on earth , in aire , or heav'n do dwell : Such never eye yet saw , such never tongue can tell . 10 Soon as these Saints the treach'rous Isle forsook , Rusht in a false , foul , fiend-like companie , And every fort , and every castle took ; All to this rabble yeeld the soveraigntie : The goodly temples which those Heroes plac't , By this foul rout were utterly defac't , And all their fences strong , and all their bulwarks raz'd . 11 So where the neatest Badger most abides , Deep in the earth she frames her prettie cell , And into halls and closulets divides : But when the stinking fox with loathsome smell Infects her pleasant cave , the cleanly beast So hates her inmate and rank-smelling guest , That farre away she flies , and leaves her loathed nest . 12 But when those Graces ( at their fathers throne Arriv'd ) in heav'ns high Court to Justice plain'd , How they were wrong'd , and forced from their own , And what foul people in their dwellings reign'd ; How th' earth much waxt in ill , much wan'd in good , So full-ripe vice , how blasted vertues bud , Begging such vicious weeds might sink in vengefull floud : 13 Forth stept the just Dicaea , full of rage ; ( The first-born daughter of th' Almighty King ) Ah sacred maid , thy kindled ire asswage ; Who dare abide thy dreadfull thundering ? Soon as her voice but Father onely spake , The faultlesse heav'ns , like leaves in Autumne , shake ; And all that glorious throng with horrid palsies quake . 14 Heard you not * * See that sweet poem entituled Christs victorie and triumph . part. 1. stan. 18. late , with what loud trumpet sound Her breath awak'd her fathers sleeping ire ? The heav'nly armies flam'd , earth shook ; heav'n frown'd , And heav'ns dread King call'd for his three-forkt fire . Heark how the powerfull words strike through the eare ; The frighted sense shoots up the staring hair , And shakes the trembling soul with fright & shudd'ring fear . 15 So have I seen the earth strong windes detaining . In prison close ; they scorning to be under Her dull subjection , and her power disdaining , With horrid struglings tear their bonds in sunder : Mean while the wounded earth , that forc'd their stay , With terrour reels , the hils runne farre away ; And frighted world fears hell breaks out upon the day . 16 But see how 'twixt her sister and her sire , Soft-hearted Mercy sweetly interposing , Settles her panting breast against his fire , Pleading for grace , and chains of death unloosing : Heark , from her lips the melting hony flowes ; The striking Thunderer recals his blowes , And every armed souldier down his weapon throwes . 17 So when the day , wrapt in a cloudie night , Puts out the Sunne , anon the rattling hail On earth poures down his shot with fell despight : His powder spent , the Sunne puts off his vail , And fair his flaming beauties now unsteeps ; The plough-man from his bushes gladly peeps , And hidden traveller out of his covert creeps . 18 Ah fairest maid , best essence of thy father , Equall unto thy never equall'd sire ; How in low verse shall thy poore shepherd gather , What all the world can ne're enough admire ? When thy sweet eyes sparkle in chearfull light , The brightest day grows pale as leaden night , And heav'ns bright burning eye loses his blinded sight . 19 Who then those sugred strains can understand , Which calm'd thy father , and our desp'rate fears ; And charm'd the nimble lightning in his hand , That all unwares it dropt in melting tears ? Then thou deare * * A book entituled Christs victorie and triumph . swain , thy heav'nly load unfraught ; For she her self hath thee her speeches taught ; So neare her heav'n they be , so farre from humane thought . 20 But let my lighter skiffe return again Unto that little Isle which late it left , Nor dare to enter in that boundlesse main , Or tell the nation from this Island reft ; But sing that civil strife , and home dissension 'Twixt two strong factions with like fierce contention ; Where never peace is heard , nor ever peaces mention . 21 For that foul rout , which from the Stygian brook ( Where first they dwelt in midst of death and night ) By force the left and emptie Island took , Claim hence full conquest , and possessions right : But that fair band , which Mercie sent anew , The ashes of that first heroick crue , From their forefathers claim their right , & Islands due . 22 In their fair look their parents grace appeares , Yet their renowned sires were much more glorious ; For what decaies not with decaying yeares ? All night , and all the day , with toil laborious , ( In losse and conquest angrie ) fresh they fight : Nor can the other cease or day or night , While th' Isle is doubly rent with endlesse warre and fright . 23 As when the Britain and Iberian fleet With resolute and fearlesse expectation On trembling seas with equall fury meet , The shore resounds with diverse acclamation ; Till now at length Spains firie Dons 'gin shrink : Down with their ships , hope , life , and courage sink : Courage , life , hope , and ships the gaping surges drink . 24 But who ( alas ! ) shall teach my ruder breast The names and deeds of these heroick Kings ? Or downy Muse , which now but left the nest , Mount from her bush to heav'n with new-born wings ? Thou sacred maid , which from fair Palestine Through all the world hast spread thy brightest shine Kindle thy shepherd-swain with thy light flaming eyn . 25 Sacred Thespio , which in Sinaies grove First took'st thy being and immortall breath , And vaunt'st thy off-spring from the highest Iove , Yet deign'dst to dwell with mortalls here beneath , With vilest earth , and men more vile residing ; Come holy Virgin in my bosome sliding , With thy glad Angel light my blindfold footsteps guiding . 26 And thou dread Spirit , which at first didst spread On those dark waters thy all-opening light ; Thou who of late ( of thy great bounty head ) This nest of hellish fogges and Stygian night With thy bright orient Sunne hast fair renew'd , And with unwonted day hast it endu'd , Which late both day & thee , and most it self eschew'd : 27 Dread Spirit , do thou those severall bands unfold , Both which thou sent'st a needfull supplement To this lost Isle , and which with courage bold Hourely assail thy rightfull regiment ; And with strong hand oppresse & keep them under : Raise now my humble vein to lofty thunder , That heav'n and earth may sound , resound thy praises wonder . 28 The Islands Prince , of frame more then celestiall , Is rightly call'd th' all-seeing Intellect ; All glorious bright , such nothing is terrestriall ; Whose Sun-like face , and most divine aspect No humane sight may ever hope descrie : For when himself on 's self reflects his eye , Dull and amaz'd he stands at so bright majestie . 29 Look as the Sunne , whose ray and searching light Here , there , and every where it self displayes , No nook or corner flies his piercing sight ; Yet on himself when he reflects his rayes , Soon back he flings the too bold vent'ring gleam ; Down to the earth the flames all broken stream : Such is this famous Prince , such his unpierced beam . 30 His strangest body is not bodily , But matter without matter ; never fill'd , Nor filling ; though within his compasse high All heav'n and earth , and all in both are held ; Yet thousand thousand heav'ns he could contain , And still as empty as at first remain ; And when he takes in most , readi'st to take again . 31 Though travelling all places , changing none : Bid him soar up to heav'n , and thence down throwing The centre search , and Dis dark realm ; he 's gone , Returns , arrives , before thou saw'st him going : And while his weary kingdome safely sleeps , All restlesse night he watch and warding keeps , Never his carefull head on resting pillow steeps . 32 In every quarter of this blessed Isle Himself both present is , and President ; Nor once retires , ( ah happy realm the while , That by no Officers lewd lavishment , With greedie lust , and wrong consumed art ! ) He all in all , and all in every part , Does share to each his due , and equall dole impart . 33 He knows nor death , nor yeares , nor feeble age ; But as his time , his strength and vigour grows : And when his kingdome by intestine rage Lies broke and wasted , open to his foes , And batter'd sconce now flat and even lies ; Sooner then thought to that great Judge he flies , Who weighs him just reward of good , or injuries . 34 For he the Judges Viceroy here is plac't ; Where if he live , as knowing he may die , He never dies , but with fresh pleasures grac't , Bathes his crown'd head in soft eternitie ; Where thousand joyes , and pleasures ever new , And blessings thicker then the morning dew , With endlesse sweets rain down on that immortall crue . 35 There golden starres set in the crystall snow ; There daintie joyes laugh at white-headed caring : There day no night , delight no end shall know ; Sweets without surfet , fulnesse without sparing , And by its spending growing happinesse : There God himself in glories lavishnesse Diffus'd in all , to all , is all full blessednesse . 36 But if he here neglect his Masters law , And with those traitours 'gainst his Lord rebells ; Down to the deeps ten thousand fiends him draw , Deeps , where night , death , despair and horrour dwells ; And in worst ills , still worse expecting fears : Where fell despite for spite his bowels tears , And still increasing grief , and torment never wears . 37 Prayers there are idle , death is woo'd in vain ; In midst of death poore wretches long to die : Night without day or rest , still doubling pain ; Woes spending still , yet still their end lesse nigh : The soul there restlesse , helplesse , hopelesse lies ; The body frying roars , and roaring fries : There 's life that never lives , there 's death that never dies . 38 Hence while unsetled here he fighting reignes , Shut in a Tower where thousand enemies Assault the fort , with wary care and pains He guards all entrance , and by divers spies Searches into his foes and friends designes : For most he fears his subjects wavering mindes . This Tower then onely falls , when treason undermines . 39 Therefore while yet he lurks in earthly tent , Disguis'd in worthlesse robes and poore attire , Trie we to view his glories wonderment , And get a sight of what we so admire : For when away from this sad place he flies , And in the skies abides , more bright then skies , Too glorious is his sight for our dimme mortall eyes . 40 So curl'd-head Thetis , waters feared Queen , But bound in cauls of sand , yeelds not to sight ; And planets glorious King may best be seen , When some thinne cloud dimmes his too piercing light , And neither none , nor all his face discloses : For when his bright eye full our eye opposes , None gains his glorious sight , but his own sight he loses . 41 Within the Castle sit eight Counsellers , That help him in this tent to govern well : Each in his room a severall office bears ; Three of his inmost private counsell deal In great affairs : five of lesse dignitie Have outward Courts , and in all actions prie , But still referre the doom to Courts more fit and high . 42 Those * * The five senses . five fair brethren which I sung of late , For their just number call'd the Pemptarchie ; The other three , three pillars of the state : The * * The commen sense . first in midst of that high Tower doth lie , ( The chiefest mansion of this glorious King ) The Judge and Arbiter of every thing , Which those five brethrens poasts in to his office bring . 43 Of middle yeares , and seemly personage , Father of laws , the rule of wrong and right ; Fountain of judgement , therefore wondrous sage , Discreet , and wise , of quick and nimble sight : Not those seven Sages might him parallell , Nor he whom Pythian Maid did whilome tell To be the wisest man that then on earth did dwell . 44 As Neptunes cestern sucks in tribute tides ( Yet never full ) which every chanel brings , And thirstie drinks , and drinking thirstie bides ; For by some hidden way back to the springs It sends the streams in erring conduits spread , Which with a circling dutie still are led ; So ever feeding them , is by them ever fed : 45 Ev'n so the first of these three Counsellers Gives to the five the power of all-descrying ; Which back to him with mutuall dutie bears All their informings , and the causes trying : For through strait waies the nimble Poast ascends Unto his hall ; there up his message sends , Which to the next well scann'd he straightway recommends . 46 The * * The fancie . next that in the Castles front is plac't , Phantastes hight ; his yeares are fresh and green , His visage old , his face too much defac't With ashes pale , his eyes deep sunken been With often thoughts , and never slackt intention : Yet he the fount of speedy apprehension , Father of wit , the well of arts , and quick invention . 47 But in his private thoughts and busy brain Thousand thinne forms , and idle fancies flit ; The three-shap't Sphinx , and direfull Harpyes train , Which in the world had never being yet : Oft dreams of fire and water , loose delight ; And oft arrested by some ghastly sprite , Nor can he think , nor speak , nor move for great affright . 48 Phantastes from the first all shapes deriving , In new abiliments can quickly dight ; Of all materiall and grosse parts depriving , Fits them unto the noble Princes sight ; Which soon as he hath view'd with searching eye , He straight commits them to his Treasurie , Which old Eumnestes keeps , Father of memorie . 49 Eumnestes old , who in his living screen ( His mindefull breast ) the rolls and records bears Of all the deeds , and men , which he hath seen , And keeps lockt up in faithfull Registers : Well he recalls Nimrods first tyrannie , And Babels pride daring the lofty skie ; Well he recalls the earths twice-growing infancie . 50 Therefore his body weak , his eyes halfblinde , But minde more fresh , and strong ; ( ah better fate ! ) And as his carcase , so his house declin'd ; Yet were the walls of firm and able state : Onely on him a nimble Page attends , Who when for ought the aged Grandsire sends , With swift , yet backward steps , his helping aidance lends . 51 But let my song passe from these worthy Sages Unto this Islands highest * * The understanding . Soveraigne , And those hard warres which all the yeare he wages : For these three late a gentle shepherd-swain Most sweetly sung , as he before had seen In Alma's house : his memorie yet green Lives in his well-tun'd songs , whose leaves immortall been . 52 Nor can I guesse , whether his Muse divine Or gives to those , or takes from them his grace ; Therefore Eumnestes in his lasting shrine Hath justly him enroll'd in second place : Next to our Mantuan poet doth he rest ; There shall our Colin live for ever blest , Spite of those thousand spites , which living him opprest . 53 The Prince his time in double office spends : For first those forms and fancies he admits , Which to his Court busie Phantastes sends , And for the easier discerning fits : For shedding round about his sparkling light , He cleares their duskie shades , and cloudy night , Producing like himself their shapes all shining bright . 54 As when the Sunne restores the glitt'ring day , The world late cloath'd in nights black livery , Doth now a thousand colours fair display , And paints it self in choice varietie , Which late one colour hid , the eye deceiving ; All so this Prince those shapes obscure receiving , With his suffused light makes ready to conceiving . 55 This first is call'd the Active Facultie , Which to an higher power the object leaves : That takes it in it self , and cunningly Changing it self , the object soon perceives : For straight it self in self same shape adorning , Becomes the same with quick & strange transforming ; So is all things it self , to all it self conforming . 56 Thus when the eye through Visus jettie ports Le ts in the wandring shapes , the crystall strange Quickly it self to every sort consorts , So is what e're it sees by wondrous change : Thrice happy then , when on that * * 2. Cor. 3.18 . mirrour bright He ever fastens his unmoved sight , So is what there he views ; divine , full , glorious light . 57 Soon as the Prince these forms hath clearely seen , Parting the false from true , the wrong from right , He straight presents them to his beauteous Queen , Whose Courts are lower , yet of equall might ; * * The will . Voletta fair , who with him lives , and reignes ; Whom neither man , nor fiend , nor God constrains : Oft good , oft ill , oft both ; yet ever free remains . 58 Not that great Soveraigne of the Fayrie land , Whom late our Colin hath eternized , ( Though Graces decking her with plenteous hand , Themselves of grace have all unfurnished ; Though in her breast she Vertues temple bare , The fairest temple of a guest so fair ) Not that great Glorians self with this might e're compare . 59 Her radiant beautie , daz'ling mortall eye , Strikes blinde the daring sense ; her sparkling face Her husbands self now cannot well descrie : With such strange brightnesse , such immortall grace , Hath that great parent in her cradle made , That Cynthia's silver cheek would quickly fade , And light it self to her would seem a painted shade . 60 But ( ah ! ) entic't by her own worth and pride , She stain'd her beautie with most loathsome spot ; Her Lords fixt law , and spouses light deni'd , So fill'd her spouse and self with leprous blot : And now all dark is their first morning ray . What verse might then their former light display , When yet their darkest night outshines the brightest day ? 61 On her a royall damsell still attends , And faithfull Counseller , * * Conscience . Synteresis : For though Voletta ever good intends , Yet by fair ills she oft deceived is ; By ills so fairly drest with cunning slight , That Vertues self they well may seem to sight , But that bright Vertues self oft seems not half so bright . 62 Therefore Synteresis of nimble sight , Oft helps her doubtfull hand , and erring eye ; Els mought she ever stumbling in this night Fall down as deep as deepest Tartarie : Nay thence a sad-fair maid , Repentance , rears , And in her arms her fainting Lady bears , Washing her often stains with ever-falling tears . 63 Thereto she addes a water soveraigne , Of wondrous force , and skilfull composition : For first she pricks the heart in tender vein , Then from those precious drops , and deep contrition , With lips confession , and with pickled cries , Still'd in a broken spirit , sad vapours rise , Exhal'd by sacred fires , and drop through melting eyes . 64 These cordiall drops , these spirit-healing balms Cure all her sinfull bruises , cleare her eyes , Unlock her ears , recover fainting qualms : And now grown fresh and strong , she makes her rise , And glasse of unmaskt sinne she bright displaies , Whereby she sees , loathes , mends her former waies ; So soon repairs her light , trebling her new-born raies . 65 But ( ah ! ) why do we ( simple as we been ) With curious labour , dimme and vailed sight , Prie in the nature of this King and Queen , Groping in darknesse for so cleare a light ? A light which once could not be thought or told , But now with blackest clouds is thick enroll'd , Prest down in captive chains , and pent in earthly mold . 66 Rather lament we this their wretched fate , ( Ah wretched fate , and fatal wretchednesse ! ) Unlike those former dayes , and first estate , When he espous'd with melting happinesse To fair Voletta , both their lights conspiring , He saw what e're was fit for her requiring , And she to his cleare sight would temper her desiring . 67 When both replenisht with celestiall light , All coming evils could foresee and flie ; When both with clearest eye , and perfect sight Could every natures difference descrie : Whose pictures now they scarcely see with pain , Obscure and dark , like to those shadows vain , Which thinne and emptie glide along Avernus plain . 68 The flowres that frighted with sharp winters dread , Retire into their mother Tellus wombe , Yet in the Spring in troups new mustered Peep out again from their unfrozen tombe : The early Violet will fresh arise , And spreading his flour'd purple to the skies , Boldly the little elf the winters spite defies . 69 The hedge green Sattin pinkt and cut arayes , The Heliotrope to cloth of gold aspires ; In hundred-colour'd silks the Tulip playes , Th' Imperiall flower his neck with pearl attires , The Lily high her silver Grogram reares , The Pansie her wrought Velvet garment bears ; The red Rose Scarlet , and the Provence Damask wears . 70 How falls it then that such an heav'nly light , As this great Kings , should sink so wondrous low , That scarce he can suspect his former height ? Can one eclipse so dark his shining brow , And steal away his beautie glittering fair ? One onely blot so great a light empair , That never could he hope his waning to repair ? 71 Ah! never could he hope once to repair So great a wane , should not that new-born Sun Adopt him both his brother and his heir ; Who through base life , and death , and hell would run , To seat him in his lost , now surer cell . That he may mount to heav'n , he sunk to hell ; That he might live , he di'd ; that he might rise , he fell . 72 A perfect Virgin breeds and bears a Sonne , Th' immortall father of his mortall mother ; Earth , heav'n , flesh , spirit , man , God , are met in one : His younger brothers childe , his childrens brother , Eternitie , who yet was born and di'd ; His own creatour , earths scorn , heavens pride ; Who th' deitie inflesht , and mans flesh deifi'd . 73 Thou uncreated Sunne , heav'ns glory bright , Whom we with knees and hearts low bent adore ; At rising , perfect , and now falling , light ; Ah what reward , what thanks shall we restore ? Thou wretched wast , that we might happy be : Oh all the good we hope , and all we see , That we thee know and love , comes from thy love , and thee . 74 Receive , which we can onely back return , ( Yet that we may return , thou first must give ) A heart , which fain would smoke , which fain would burn In praise ; for thee , to thee would onely live : And thou ( who sat'st in night to give us day ) Light and enflame us with thy glorious ray , That we may back reflect , and borrow'd light repay . 75 So we beholding with immortall eye The glorious picture of thy heav'nly face , In his first beautie and true Majestie , May shake from our dull souls these fetters base ; And mounting up to that bright crystal sphere , Whence thou strik'st all the world with shudd'ring fear , May not be held by earth , nor hold vile earth so deare . 76 Then should thy shepherd ( poorest shepherd ) sing A thousand Canto's in thy heav'nly praise , And rouze his flagging Muse , and flutt'ring wing , To chant thy wonders in immortall laies , ( Which once thou wrought'st , when Nilus slimie shore , Or Iordans banks thy mighty hand adore ) Thy judgements , & thy mercies ; but thy mercies more . 77 But see , the stealing night with softly pace , To flie the Western Sunne , creeps up the East ; Cold Hesper 'gins unmask his evening face , And calls the winking starres from drouzie rest : Home then my lambes ; the falling drops eschew : To morrow shall ye feast in pastures new , And with the rising Sunne banquet on pearled dew .
CANT. VII . THe rising morn lifts up his orient head , And spangled heav'ns in golden robes invests ; Thirsil up starting from his fearlesse bed , Where uselesse nights he safe and quiet rests , Unhous'd his bleating flock , and quickly thence Hasting to his expecting audience , Thus with sad verse began their grieved mindes incense : 2 Fond man , that looks on earth for happinesse , And here long seeks what here is never found ! For all our good we hold from heav'n by lease , With many forfeits and conditions bound ; Nor can we pay the fine and rentage due : Though now but writ , and seal'd , and giv'n anew , Yet daily we it break , then daily must renew . 3 Why should'st thou here look for perpetuall good , At every losse against heav'ns face repining ? Do but behold where glorious Cities stood , With gilded tops , and silver turrets shining ; There now the Hart fearlesse of greyhound feeds , And loving Pelican in safety breeds ; There shrieching Satyres fill the peoples emptie steads . 4 Where is th' Assyrian Lions golden hide , That all the East once graspt in lordly paw ? Where that great Persian Beare , whose swelling pride The Lions self tore out with ravenous jaw ? Or he which 'twixt a Lion , and a Pard , Through all the world with nimble pineons far'd , And to his greedy whelps his conquer'd kingdomes shar'd ? 5 Hardly the place of such antiquitie , Or note of these great monarchies we finde : Onely a fading verball memorie , And empty name in writ is left behinde : But when this second life , and glory fades , And sinks at length in times obscurer shades , A second fall succeeds , and double death invades . 6 That monstrous beast , which nurst in Tibers fenne , Did all the world with hideous shape affray ; That fill'd with costly spoil his gaping denne , And trode down all the rest to dust and clay : His batt'ring horns pull'd out by civil hands , And iron teeth lie scatter'd on the sands ; Backt , bridled by a Monk , with sev'n heads yoked stands . 7 And that black * * The Terk . Vulture , which with deathfull wing O're-shadows half the earth , whose dismall sight Frighted the Muses from their native spring , Already stoops , and flagges with weary flight . Who then shall look for happines beneath ; Where each new day proclaims chance , change , and death , And life it self 's as flit as is the aire we breathe ? 8 Ne mought this Prince escape , though he as farre All these excells in worth and heav'nly grace , As brightest Phoebus does the dimmest starre : The deepest falls are from the highest place . There lies he now bruis'd with so sore a fall , To his base bonds , and loathsome prison thrall , Whom thousand foes besiege , fenc'd with frail yeelding wall . 9 Tell me , oh tell me then , thou holy Muse , Sacred Thespio , what the cause may be Of such despite , so many foemen use To persecute unpiti'd miserie : Or if these cankred foes ( as most men say ) So mighty be , that gird this wall of clay ; What makes it hold so long , and threatned ruine stay ? 10 When that great Lord his standing Court would build , The outward walls with gemmes and glorious lights , But inward rooms with nobler Courtiers fill'd ; Pure , living flames , swift , mighty , blessed sprites : But some his royall service ( fools ! ) disdain ; So down were flung : ( oft blisse is double pain ) In heav'n they scorn'd to serve , so now in hell they reigne . 11 There turn'd to serpents , swoln with pride and hate , Their Prince a Dragon fell , who burst with spight To see this Kings and Queens yet happy state , Tempts them to lust and pride , prevails by slight : To make them wise , and gods he undertakes . Thus while the snake they heare , they turn to snakes ; To make them gods he boasts , but beasts , and devils makes . 12 But that great * * Revel. 5.5 . Lion who in Iudahs plains The awfull beasts holds down in due subjection , The Dragons craft , and base-got spoil disdains , And folds this captive Prince in his protection ; * * Luke 4.18 . Breaks ope the jayl , & brings the prisoners thence , Yet plac't them in this castles weak defence , Where they might trust and seek an higher providence . 13 So now spread round about this little hold , With armies infinite encamped lie Th' enraged Dragon and his Serpents bold : And knowing well his time grows short and nigh , He swells with venom'd gore and poys'nous heat ; * * Revel. 12.4 . His tail unfolded heav'n it self doth beat , And sweeps the mighty starres from their transcendent seat . 14 With him goes * * The flesh . Caro , cursed damme of sinne , Foul filthie damme of fouler progenie ; Yet seems ( skin-deep ) most fair by witching gin To weaker sight ; but to a purged eye Looks like ( nay worse then ) hells infernall hagges : Her empty breasts hang like lank hollow bagges , And Iris ulcer'd skin is patcht with leprous ragges . 15 Therefore her loathsome shape in steel arayd , All rust within , the outside polisht bright : And on her shield a Mermaid sung and playd ; Whose humane beauties ' lure the wandring sight , But slimy scales hid in their waters lie : She chants , she smiles , so draws the eare , the eye , And whom she winnes , she kills : the word , Heare , gaze , & die . 16 And after march her fruitfull serpent frie , Whom she of divers lechers divers bore ; Marshall'd in severall ranks their colours flie : * * The fruits of the flesh are described Gal. 5.19 , 20 , 21. and may be ranked into foure companies , 1. of Unchastitie . 2. of Irreligion . 3. of Unrighteousnesse 4. of Intemperance . Foure to Anagnus , foure this painted whore To loathsome Asebie brought forth to light ; Twice foure got Adisus , a hatefull wight ; But swoln Acrates two , born in one bed , and night . 17 * * Adulterie . Gal. 5.19 . Moechus the first , of blushlesse bold aspect ; Yet with him Doubt and Fear still trembling go : Oft lookt he back , as if he did suspect Th' approach of some unwisht , unwelcome foe : Behinde , fell Jealousie his steps observ'd , And sure Revenge , with dart that never swerv'd : Ten thousand griefs and plagues he felt , but more deserv'd . 18 His armour black as hell , or starlesse night ; And in his shield he lively pourtray'd bare Mars fast impound in arms of Venus light , And ti'd as fast in Vulcans subtil snare : She feign'd to blush for shame now all too late ; But his red colour seem'd to sparkle hate : Sweet are stoln waters , round about the marge he wrate . 19 * * Fornication . Porneius next him pac't , a meager wight ; Whose leaden eyes sunk deep in swimming head , And joylesse look , like some pale ashie spright , Seem'd as he now were dying , or now dead : And with him Wastefulnesse , that all expended , And Want , that still in theft and prison ended : A hundred foul diseases close at 's back attended . 20 His shining helm might seem a sparkling flame , Yet sooth nought was it but a foolish fire : And all his arms were of that burning frame , That flesh and bones were gnawn with hot desire : About his wrist his blazing shield did frie With sweltring hearts in flame of luxurie : His word , In fire I live , in fire I burn and die . 21 With him * * Sodomie . Rom. 1.26 , 27. Levit. 20.15 , 16. Acatharus in Tuscan guise ; A thing , that neither man will owne , nor beast : Upon a boy he lean'd in wanton wise , On whose fair limbes his eyes still greedie feast ; He sports , he toyes , kisses his shining face : Behinde , reproach and thousand devils pace ; Before , bold Impudence , that cannot change her grace . 22 His armour seem'd to laugh with idle boyes , Which all about their wanton sportings playd ; Al 's would himself help out their childish toyes , And like a boy lend them unmanly aid : In his broad targe the bird her wings dispread , Which trussing wafts the Trojan Ganymed : And round was writ , Like with his like is coupeled . 23 * * Lasciviousnesse . Aselges follow'd next , the boldest boy , That ever play'd in Venus wanton court : He little cares who notes his lavish joy ; Broad were his jests , wilde his uncivil sport ; His fashion too too fond , and loosly light : A long love-lock on his left shoulder plight , Like to a womans hair , well shew'd a womans sprite . 24 Lust in strange nests this Cuckoe egge conceiv'd ; Which nurst with surfets , drest with fond disguises , In fancies school his breeding first receiv'd : So this brave spark to wilder flame arises ; And now to court preferr'd , high blouds he fires , There blows up pride , vain mirths and loose desires ; And heav'nly souls ( oh grief ! ) with hellish flame inspires . 25 There oft to rivalls lends the gentle Dor , Oft takes ( his mistresse by ) the bitter Bob : There learns her each daies change of Gules , Verd , Or , ( His sampler ) if she pouts , her slave must sob : Her face his sphere , her hair his circling skie ; Her love his heav'n , her sight eternitie : Of her he dreams , with her he lives , for her he 'l die . 26 Upon his arm a tinsell scarf he wore , Forsooth his Madams favour , spangled fair : Light as himself , a fanne his helmet bore , With ribbons drest , begg'd from his Mistresse hair : On 's shield a winged boy all naked shin'd ; His folded eyes willing and wilfull blinde : The word was wrought with gold , Such is a lovers minde . 27 These foure , Anagnus and foul Caro's sonnes , Who led a diff'rent , and disorder'd rout ; Fancie , a lad that all in feathers wons , And loose desire , and danger linkt with doubt ; And thousand wanton thoughts still budding new : But lazie ease usher'd the idle crue ; And lame disease shuts up their troops with torments due . 28 Next band by Asebie was boldly led , And his foure sonnes , begot in Stygian night : First * * Idolatrie , either by worshipping the true God by false worship ; as by images , against the second commandment : or giving away his worship to any thing that is not God , against the first . Idololatros , whose monstrous head Was like an ugly fiend , his flaming sight Like blazing starres ; the rest all different : For to his shape some part each creature lent , But to the great Creatour all adversly bent . 29 Upon his breast a bloudie Crosse he scor'd , Which oft he worshipt ; but the Christ that di'd Thereon , he seldome but in paint ador'd ; Yet wood , stone , beasts , wealth , lusts , fiends deifi'd : He makes meer pageants of the * * Psal. 62.7 . saving Rock , Puppet-like trimming his Almightie stock : Which then , his god or he , which is the verier block ? 30 Of Giant shape , and strength thereto agreeing , Wherewith he whilome all the world opprest ; And yet the greater part his vassals being , Slumbring in ignorance , securely rest : A golden calf ( himself more beast ) he bore ; Which brutes with dancings , gifts , and songs adore : Idols are lay-mens books , he round had wrote in Ore . 31 Next * * Witchcraft and curious arts . Pharmacus , of gashly wilde aspect ; Whom hell with seeming fear , and fiends obey : Full eas'ly would he know each past effect , And things to come with double guesse foresay , By slain beasts entrails , and fowls marked flight : Thereto he tempests rais'd by many a spright , And charm'd the Sunne and Moon , & chang'd the day and night . 32 So when the South ( dipping his fablest wings In humid Ocean ) sweeps with 's dropping beard Th' aire , earth , and seas ; his lips loud thunderings And flashing eyes make all the world afeard : Light with dark clouds , waters with fires are met : The Sunne but now is rising , now is set ; And findes west-shades in East , and seas in ayers wet . 33 By birth , and hand , he jugling fortunes tells ; Oft brings from shades his grandsires damned ghost ; Oft stoln goods forces out by wicked spells : His frightfull shield with thousand fiends embost , Which seem'd without a circles ring to play : In midst himself dampens the smiling day , And prints sad characters , which none may write , or say . 34 The third * * Heresie . Haereticus , a wrangling carle , Who in the way to heav'n would wilfull erre ; And oft convicted , still would snatch and snarle : His Crambe oft repeats ; all tongue , no eare . Him obstinacie , Pride , and Scorn attended : On 's shield with Truth Errour disguis'd contended : His Motto this , Rather thus erre , then be amended . 35 Last marcht Hypocrisie , false form of grace , That vaunts the show of all , ha's truth of none : A rotten heart he masks with painted face ; Among the beasts a mule , 'mong bees a drone , 'Mong starres a meteor : all the world neglects him ; Nor good , nor bad , nor heav'n , nor earth affects him : The earth for glaring forms , for bare forms heav'n rejects him . 36 His wanton heart he vails with dewy eyes , So oft the world , and oft himself deceives : His tongue his heart , his hands his tongue belies : In 's path ( as snails ) silver , but slime he leaves : He Babels glory is , but Sions taint ; Religions blot , but Irreligions paint : A Saint abroad , at home a Fiend ; and worst a Saint . 37 So tallow lights live glitt'ring , stinking die ; Their gleams aggrate the sight , steams wound the smell : So Sodom apples please the ravisht eye , But sulphure taste proclaims their root 's in hell : So airy flames to heav'nly seem alli'd ; But when their oyl is spent , they swiftly glide , And into jelly'd mire melt all their gilded pride . 38 So rushes green , smooth , full , are spungie light ; So their ragg'd stones in velvet peaches gown : So rotten sticks seem starres in cheating night ; So quagmires false their mire with emeralds crown : Such is Hypocrisies deceitfull frame ; A stinking light , a sulphure fruit , false flame , Smooth rush , hard peach , sere wood , false mire , a voice , a name . 39 Such were his arms , false gold , true alchymie ; Glitt'ring with glassie stones , and fine deceit : His sword a flatt'ring steel , which gull'd the eye , And pierc't the heart with pride and self-conceit : On 's shield a tombe , where death had drest his bed With curious art , and crown'd his loathsome head With gold , & gems : his word , More gorgeous when dead . 40 Before them went their nurse , bold Ignorance ; A loathsome monster , light , sight , 'mendment scorning : Born deaf and blinde , fitter to lead the dance To such a rout ; her silver heads adorning ( Her dotage index ) much she bragg'd , yet feign'd : For by false tallies many yeares she gain'd . Wise youth is honour'd age ; fond 's age with dotage stain'd . 41 Her failing legges with erring footsteps reel'd ; ( Lame guide to blisse ! ) her daughters on each side Much pain'd themselves her stumbling feet to weeld ; Both like their mother , dull and beetle-ey'd : The first was Errour false , who multiplies Her num'rous race in endlesse progenies : For but one truth there is , ten thousand thousand lies . 42 Her brood o're-spread her round with sinne and bloud , With envie , malice , mischiefs infinite ; While she to see her self amazed stood , So often got with childe and bigge with spite : Her off-spring flie about & spread their seed ; Straight hate , pride , schisme , warres & seditions breed , Get up , grow ripe . How soon prospers the vicious weed ! 43 The other Owl-ey'd Superstition , Deform'd , distorted , blinde in shining light ; Yet styles her self holy Devotion , And so is call'd , and seems in shadie night : Fearfull , as is the hare , or hunted hinde ; Her face and breast she oft with crosses sign'd : No custome would she break , or change her setled minde . 44 If hare or snake her way , herself she crosses , And stops her'mazed steps ; sad fears affright her , When falling salt points out some fatall losses , Till Bacchus grapes with holy sprinkle quite her : Her onely bible is an Erra Pater ; Her antidote are hallow'd wax and water : I' th' dark all lights are sprites , all noises chains that clatter . 45 With them marcht ( sunk in deep securitie ) Profanenesse , to be fear'd for never fearing ; And by him , new-oaths-coyning Blasphemie , Who names not God , but in a curse , or swearing : And thousand other fiends in diverse fashion , Dispos'd in severall ward , and certain station : Under , Hell widely yawn'd ; and over , flew Damnation . 46 Next Adicus his sonnes ; first * * Hatred . Ecthros slie , Whose prickt-up eares kept open house for lies ; And sleering eyes still watch and wait to spie When to return still-living injuries : Fair weather smil'd upon his painted face , And eyes spoke peace , till he had time and place ; Then poures down showers of rage , and streams of rancour base . 47 So when a sable cloud with swelling sail Comes swimming through calm skies , the silent aire ( While fierce windes sleep in Aeols rockie jayl ) With spangled beams embroid'red , glitters fair ; But soon 'gins lowr : straight clatt'ring hail is bred , Scatt'ring cold shot ; light hides his golden head , And with untimely winter earth's o're-silvered . 48 His arms well suit his minde , where smiling skies Breed thund'ring tempests : on his loftie crest Asleep the spotted Panther couching lies , And by sweet sents and skinne so quaintly drest , Draws on her prey : upon his shield he bears The dreadfull monster which great Nilus fears ; ( The weeping Crocadile ) his word , I kill with tears . 49 With him Dissemblance went , his Paramour , Whose painted face might hardly be detected : Arms of offence he seld ' or never wore , Lest thence his close designes might be suspected ; But clasping close his foe , as loth to part , He steals his dagger with false smiling art , And sheaths the trait'rous steel in his own masters heart . 50 Two Iewish Captains , close themselves enlacing In loves sweet twines , his target broad display'd ; One th' others beard with his left hand embracing , But in his right a shining sword he sway'd , Which unawares through th' others ribs he smites ; There lay the wretch without all buriall rites : His word , He deepest wounds , that in his fawning bites . 51 * * Variance . Eris the next , of sex unfit for warre : Her arms were bitter words from flaming tongue , Which never quiet , wrangle , fight , and jarre ; Ne would she weigh report with right , or wrong : What once she held , that would she ever hold , And Non-obstantes force with courage bold : The last word must she have , or never leave to scold . 52 She is the trumpet to this angrie train , And whets their furie with loud-railing spite : But when no open foes did more remain , Against themselves themselves she would incite . Her clacking mill , driv'n by her flowing gall , Could never stand , but chide , rail , bark , and bawl : Her shield no word could finde ; her tongue engrost them all . 53 * * Emulation ▪ Zelos the third , whose spitefull emulation Could not endure a fellow in excelling ; Yet slow in any vertues imitation , At easie rate that fair possession selling : Still as he went , he hidden sparkles blew , Till to a mighty flame they sudden grew , And like fierce lightning all in quick destruction drew . 54 Upon his shield lay that Tirinthian Swain , Sweltring in fierie gore and pois'nous flame ; His wives sad gift venom'd with bloudie stain : Well could he bulls , snake , shell , all monsters tame ; Well could he heav'n support and prop alone ; But by fell Jealousie soon overthrown , Without a foe , or sword : his motto , First , or none . 55 * * Wrath Thumos the fourth , a dire , revengefull swain ; Whose soul was made of flames , whose flesh of fire : Wrath in his heart , hate , rage and furie reigne ; Fierce was his look , when clad in sparkling tire ; But when dead palenesse in his cheek took seisure , And all the bloud in 's boyling heart did treasure , Then in his wilde revenge kept he nor mean , nor measure . 56 Look as when waters wall'd with brazen wreath Are sieg'd with crackling flames , their common foe ; The angrie seas 'gin foam and hotly breathe , Then swell , rise , rave , and still more furious grow ; Nor can be held , but forc't with fires below , Tossing their waves , break out and all o'reflow : So boyl'd his rising bloud , and dasht his angry brow . 57 For in his face red heat , and ashie cold Strove which should paint revenge in proper colours : That , like consuming fire , most dreadfull roll'd ; This , liker death , threatens all deadly dolours : His trembling hand a dagger still embrac't , Which in his friend he rashly oft encas't : His shields devise fresh bloud with foulest stain defac't . 58 Next him * * Strife . Erithius , most unquiet swain , That all in law and fond contention spent ; Not one was found in all this numerous train , With whom in any thing he would consent : His Will his Law , he weigh'd not wrong or right ; Much scorn'd to bear , much more forgive a spight : Patience he th' asses load , and cowards Vertue hight . 59 His weapons all were fram'd of shining gold , Wherewith he subt'ly fought close under hand : Thus would he right from right by force withhold , Nor suits , nor friends , nor laws his slights withstand : Ah powerfull weapon ! how dost thou bewitch Great , but base mindes , & spott'st with leprous itch , That never are in thought , nor ever can be rich ! 60 Upon his belt ( fastned with leather laces ) Black boxes hung , sheaths of his paper-swords ; Fill'd up with Writs , Sub-poena's , Triall-cases ; This trespast him in cattel , that in words : Fit his device , and well his shield became , A Salamander drawn in lively frame : His word was this , I live , I breathe , I feed in flame . 61 Next after him marcht proud * * Sedition or Schisme . Dichostasis , That wont but in the factious court to dwell ; But now to shepherd-swains close linked is ; And taught them ( fools ! ) to change their humble cell , And lowly weed for courts , and purple gay , To sit aloft , and States and Princes sway : A hook , no scepter needs our erring sheep to stay . 62 A Miter trebly crown'd th' Impostour wore ; For heav'n , earth , hell he claims with loftie pride . Not in his lips , but hands , two keyes he bore , Heav'ns doores and hells to shut , and open wide : But late his keyes are marr'd , or broken quite : For hell he cannot shut , but opens light ; Nor heav'n can ope , but shut ; nor buyes , but sells by slight . 63 Two heads , oft three , he in one body had , Nor with the body , nor themselves agreeing ▪ What this commanded , th' other soon forbad ; As different in rule , as nature being : The body to them both , and neither prone , Was like a double-hearted dealer grown ; Endeavouring to please both parties , pleasing none . 64 As when the powerfull winde and adverse tide Strive which should most command the subject main ; The scornfull waves , swelling with angrie pride , Yeelding to neither , all their force disdain : Mean time the shaken vessel doubtfull playes , And on the stagg'ring billow trembling stayes , And would obey them both , and none of both obeyes . 65 A subtil craftsman fram'd him seemly arms , Forg'd in the shop of wrangling sophistrie ; And wrought with curious arts , and mightie charms , Temper'd with lies , and false philosophie : Millions of heedlesse souls thus had he slain . His sev'n-fold targe a field of Gules did stain ; In which two swords he bore : his word , Divide , and reigne . 66 Envie the next , Envie with squinted eyes ; Sick of a strange disease , his neighbours health : Best lives he then , when any better dies ; Is never poore , but in anothers wealth : On best mens harms and griefs he feeds his fill ; Else his own maw doth eat with spitefull will . Ill must the temper be , where diet is so ill . 67 Each eye through divers opticks slily leers , Which both his sight , and object self belie ; So greatest vertue as a mote appeares , And molehill faults to mountains multiplie . When needs he must , yet faintly , then he praises ; Somewhat the deed , much more the means he raises : So marreth what he makes , & praising most dispraises . 68 Upon his shield that cruell Herd-groom play'd , Fit instrument of Iuno's jealous spight ; His hundred eyes stood fixed on the maid ; He pip't , she sigh'd : his word , Her day my night . His missile weapon was a lying tongue , Which he farre off like swiftest lightning flung , That all the world with noise & foul blaspheming rung . 69 Last of this rout the savage * * Murder . Phonos went , Whom his dire mother nurst with humane bloud ; And when more age and strength more fiercenesse lent , She taught him in a dark and desert wood With force and guile poore passengers to slay , And on their flesh his barking stomack stay , And with their wretched bloud his firy thirst allay . 70 So when the never-setled Scythian Removes his dwelling in an empty wain ; When now the Sunne hath half his journey ranne , His horse he blouds , and pricks a trembling vein , So from the wound quenches his thirstie heat : Yet worse , this fiend makes his own flesh his meat . Monster ! the ravenous beare his kinde will never eat . 71 Ten thousand Furies on his steps awaited ; Some sear'd his hardned soul with Stygian brand : Some with black terrours his faint conscience baited , That wide he star'd , and starched hair did stand : The first-born man still in his minde he bore , Foully aray'd in guiltlesse brothers gore , Which for revenge to heav'n from earth did loudly roar . 72 His arms offensive all , to spill , not spare ; Swords , pistols , poisons , instruments of hell : A shield he wore ( not that the wretch did care To save his flesh , oft he himself would quell ) For shew , not use : on it a viper swilling The dammes spilt gore , his emptie bowels filling With flesh that gave him life : his word , I live by killing . 73 And last his brutish sonnes Acrates sent , Whom Caro bore both in one birth and bed ; * * Drunkennesse . Methos the first , whose panch his feet out-went , As if it usher'd his unsetled head : His soul quite sowced lay in grapie bloud ; In all his parts the idle dropsie stood ; Which , though alreadie drown'd , still thirsted for the floud . 74 This thing , nor man , nor beast , tunnes all his wealth In drink , his dayes , his yeares in liquour drenching : So quaffes he sicknesse down by quaffing health , Firing his cheeks with quenching , strangely quenching His eyes with firing ; dull and faint they roll'd : But nimble lips known things , and hid unfold ; Belchings , oft-sips , large spits point the long tale he told . 75 His armour green might seem a fruitfull vine ; The clusters prison'd in the close-set leaves , Yet oft between the bloudie grape did shine ; And peeping forth , his jaylers spite deceives : Among the boughs did swilling Bacchus ride , Whom wilde-grown Moenads bore , and every stride Bacche , Iō Bacche , loud with madding voice they cri'd . 76 On 's shield the goatish Satyres dance around , ( Their heads much lighter then their nimble heels ) Silenus old , in wine ( as ever ) drown'd , Clos'd with the ring , in midst ( though sitting ) reels : Under his arm a bag-pipe swoln he held , ( Yet wine-swoln cheeks the windie bag out-swell'd ) So loudly pipes : his word , But full , no mirth I yeeld . 77 Insatiate sink , how with so generall stain Thy spu'd-out puddles court , town , fields entice ! Ay me ! the shepherds selves thee entertain , And to thy Curtian gulph do sacrifice : All drink to spue , and spue again to drink . Sowre swil-tub sinne , of all the rest the sink , How canst thou thus bewitch with thy abhorred stink ? 78 The eye thou wrong'st with vomits reeking streams , The eare with belching ; touch thou drown'st in wine ; The taste thou surfet'st ; smell with spuing steams Thou woundest : foh ! thou loathsome putrid swine , Still thou increasest thirst , when thirst thou slakest ; The minde and will thou ( wits bane ) captive takest : Senseles thy hoggish filth , & sense thou senseles makest . 79 Thy fellow sinnes , and all the rest of vices With seeming good are fairly cloath'd to sight ; Their feigned sweet the bleare-ey'd will entices , Coz'ning the daz'led sense with borrow'd light : Thee neither true , nor yet false good commends ; Profit nor pleasure on thy steps attends : Folly begins thy sinne , which still with madnesse ends . 80 With Methos , Gluttonie , his gutling brother , Twinne parallels , drawn from the self-same line ; So foully like was either to the other , And both most like a monstrous-panched swine : His life was either a continu'd feast , Whose surfets upon surfets him opprest ; Or heavie sleep , that helps so great a load digest . 81 Mean time his soul , weigh'd down with muddie chains , Can neither work , nor move in captive bands ; But dull'd in vaprous fogges , all carelesse reignes , Or rather serves strong appetites commands : That when he now was gorg'd with cramm'd-down store , And porter wanting room had shut the doore , The glutton sigh'd that he could gurmandize no more . 82 His crane-like neck was long unlac'd ; his breast , His gowtie limbes , like to a circle round , As broad as long ; and for his spear in rest Oft with his staffe he beats the yeelding ground ; Wherewith his hands did help his feet to bear , Els would they ill so huge a burthen stear : His clothes were all of leaves , no armour could he wear . 83 Onely a target light upon his arm He carelesse bore , on which old Gryll was drawn , Transform'd into a hog with cunning charm ; In head , and paunch , and soul it self a brawn : Half drown'd within , without , yet still did hunt In his deep trough for swill , as he was wont ; Cas'd all in loathsome mire : no word ; Gryll could but grunt . 84 Him serv'd sweet-seeming lusts , self-pleasing lies ; But bitter death flow'd from those sweets of sinne : And at the Rear of these in secret guise Crept Theeverie , and Detraction , neare akinne ; No twinnes more like : they seem'd almost the same ; One stole the goods , the other the good name : The latter lives in scorn , the former dies in shame . 85 Their boon companions in their joviall feasting Were new-shapt oaths , and damning perjuries : Their cates , fit for their taste , profanest jesting , Sauc'd with the salt of hell , dire blasphemies . But till th' ambitious Sunne , yet still aspiring , Allayes his flaming gold with gentler firing , We 'l rest our wearie song in that thick groves retiring .
CANT. VIII . THe Sunne began to slack his bended bow , And more obliquely dart his milder ray ; When cooler ayers gently 'gan to blow , And fanne the fields parcht with the scorching day : The shepherds to their wonted seats repair ; Thirsil , refresht with this soft-breathing aire , Thus 'gan renew his task , and broken song repair : 2 What watchfull care must fence that weary state , Which deadly foes begirt with cruell siege ; And frailest wall of glasse , and trait'rous gate Strive which should first yeeld up their wofull leige ? By enemies assail'd , by friends betray'd ; When others hurt , himself refuses aid : By weaknesse self his strength is foil'd and overlay'd . 3 How comes it then that in so neare decay We deadly sleep in deep securitie , When every houre is ready to betray Our lives to that still-watching enemie ? Wake then thy soul that deadly slumbereth : For when thy foe hath seiz'd thy captive breath , Too late to wish past life , too late to wish for death . 4 Caro the Vantguard with the Dragon led , * * The World or Mammon . Cosmos the battell guides , with loud alarms ; Cosmos , the first sonne to the Dragon red , Shining in seeming gold , and glitt'ring arms : Well might he seem a strong and gentle Knight , As e're was clad in steel and armour bright ; But was a recreant base , a foul , false , cheating sprite . 5 And as himself , such were his arms ; appearing Bright burnisht gold , indeed base alchymie , Dimme beetle eyes , and greedy worldlings blearing : His shield was drest in nights sad liverie , Where man-like Apes a Gloworm compasse round , Glad that in wintrie night they fire had found ; Busie they puffe & blow : the word , Mistake the ground . 6 Mistake points all his darts ; his sunshines bright ( Mistaken ) light appeare , sad lightning prove : His clouds ( mistook ) seem lightnings , turn to light ; His love true hatred is , his hatred love ; His shop , a Pedlers pack of apish fashion ; His honours , pleasures , joyes are all vexation : His wages , glorious care , sweet surfets , woo'd damnation . 7 His lib'rall favours , complementall arts ; His high advancements , Alpine slipp'ry straits ; His smiling glances , deaths most pleasing darts ; And ( what he vaunts ) his gifts are gilded baits : Indeed he nothing is , yet all appeares . Haplesse earths happy fools , that know no tears ! Who bathes in worldly joyes , swimmes in a world of fears . 8 Pure Essence , who hast made a stone descrie 'Twixt natures hid , and check that metals pride That dares aspire to golds high soveraigntie ; Ah leave some touch-stone erring eyes to guide , And judge dissemblance ; see by what devices Sinne with fair glosse our mole-ey'd sight entises , That vices vertues seem to most ; and vertues , vices . 9 Strip thou their meretricious seemlinesse , And tinfold glitt'ring bare to every sight , That we may loath their inward uglinesse ; Or else uncloud the soul , whose shadie light Addes a fair lustre to false earthly blisse : Thine and their beauty differs but in this ; Theirs what it is not , seems ; thine seems not what it is . 10 Next to the Captain coward * * Fearfulnesse . Deilos far'd ; Him right before he as his shield projected , And following troops to back him as his guard ; Yet both his shield and guard ( faint heart ) suspected : And sending often back his doubtfull eye , By fearing taught unthought of treacherie ; So made him enemies , by fearing enmitie . 11 Still did he look for some ensuing crosse , Fearing such hap as never man befell : No mean he knows , but dreads each little losse ( With tyrannie of fear distraught ) as hell . His sense he dare not trust , ( nor eyes , nor eares ) And when no other cause of fright appeares , Himself he much suspects , and fears his causelesse fears . 12 Harnest with massie steel , for fence , not fight ; His sword unseemly long he ready drew : At sudden shine of his own armour bright He started oft , and star'd with ghastly hue : He shrieks at every danger that appeares , Shaming the knightly arms he goodly bears : His word , Safer that all , then he that nothing fears . 13 With him went Doubt , stagg'ring with steps unsure , That every way , and neither way enclin'd ; And fond Distrust , whom nothing could secure ; Suspicion lean , as if he never din'd : He keeps intelligence by thousand spies ; Argus to him bequeath'd his hundred eyes : So waking still he sleeps , and sleeping wakefull lies . 14 Fond Deilos all , * * Overboldnesse , or fool-hardinesse . Tolmetes nothing fears ; Just frights he laughs , all terrours counteth base ; And when of danger , or sad news he heares , He meets the thund'ring fortune face to face : Yet oft in words he spends his boistrous threat ; That his hot bloud , driv'n from the native seat , Leaves his * * The Philosopher rightly calls such 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ethic. 3. cap. 7. not onely fool-hardy , but fainthardy . faint coward heart empty of lively heat . 15 Himself ( weak help ! ) was all his confidence ; He scorns low ebs , but swimmes in highest rises : His limbes with arms or shield he would not fence ; Such coward fashion ( fool ! ) he much despises : Ev'n for his single sword the world seems scant ; For hundred worlds his conqu'ring arm could dant : Much would he boldly do , but much more boldly vant . 16 With him went self-admiring Arrogance , And Bragge , his deeds without an helper praising : Blinde Carelesnesse before would lead the dance ; Fear stole behinde , those vaunts in balance peysing , Which farre their deeds outweigh'd ; their violence , 'Fore danger spent with lavish diffluence , Was none , or weak in time of greatest exigence . 17 As when a fierie courser readie bent , Puts forth himself at first with swiftest pace ; Till with too sudden flash his spirits spent , Alreadie fails now in the middle race : His hanging crest farre from his wonted pride , No longer now obeyes his angrie guide ; Rivers of sweat and bloud flow from his gored side : 18 Thus ran the rash Tolmetes , never viewing The fearfull fiends that duly him attended ; Destruction close his steps in poast pursuing , And certain ruines heavie weights depended Over his cursed head , and smooth-fac'd guile , That with him oft would loosly play and smile ; Till in his snare he lockt his feet with treach'rous wile . 19 Next marcht * * Prodigalitie . Asotus , carelesse-spending Swain ; Who with a fork went spreading all around , Which his old sire with sweating toil and pain Long time was raking from his racked ground : In giving he observ'd nor form , nor matter , * * Arist. Eth. 4. But best reward he got , that best could flatter ; Thus what he thought to give , he did not give , but scatter . 20 Before aray'd in sumptuous braverie , Deckt court-like in the choice and newest guise ; But all behinde like drudging slaverie , With ragged patches , rent , and bared thighs : His shamefull parts , that shunne the hated light , Were naked left ; ( ah foul unhonest sight ! ) Yet neither could he see , nor feel his wretched plight . 21 His shield presents to life deaths latest rites , A sad black herse born up with sable swains ; Which many idle grooms with hundred lights ( Tapers , lamps , torches ) usher through the plains To endlesse darknesse ; while the Sunnes bright brow With fierie beams quenches their smoaking tow , And wastes their idle cost : the word , Not need , but show . 22 A vagrant rout ( a shoal of tatling daws ) Strow him with vain-spent prayers , and idle layes ; And flatt'rie to his sinne close curtains draws , Clawing his itching eare with tickling praise : Behinde , fond pitie much his fall lamented , And miserie , that former waste repented : The usurer for his goods , jayl for his bones indented . 23 His steward was his kinsman , Vain-expence , Who proudly strove in matters light to shew Heroick minde in braggard affluence ; So lost his treasure , getting nought in liew , But ostentation of a foolish pride ; While women fond , and boyes stood gaping wide ; But wise men all his waste and needlesse cost deride . 24 Next * * Covetousnesse . Pleonectes went , his gold admiring , His servants drudge , slave to his basest slave ; Never enough , and still too much desiring : His gold his god , yet in an iron grave Himself protects his god from noysome rusting ; Much fears to keep , much more to loose his lusting ; Himself , and golden god , and every god mistrusting . 25 Age on his hairs the winter snow had spread ; That silver badge his neare end plainly proves : Yet as to * * Arist. Eth. earth he nearer bowes his head , So loves it more ; for Like his like still loves . Deep from the ground he digs his sweetest gain , And deep into the earth digs back with pain : From hell his gold he brings , and hoords in hell again . 26 His clothes all patcht with more then honest thrift , And clouted shoon were nail'd for fear of wasting ; Fasting he prais'd , but sparing was his drift ; And when he eats , his food is worse then fasting : Thus starves in store , thus doth in plentie pine , Thus wallowing on his god , his heap of Mine , He feeds his famisht soul with that deceiving shine . 27 Oh hungrie metall , false deceitfull ray , Well laid'st thou dark , prest in th' earths hidden wombe ; Yet through our mothers entrails cutting way , We dragge thy buried coarse from hellish tombe : The merchant from his wife and home departs , Nor at the swelling ocean ever starts ; While death & life a wall of thinne planks onely parts . 28 Who was it first , that from thy deepest cell , With so much costly toil and painfull sweat Durst rob thy palace , bord'ring next to hell ? Well mayst thou come from that infernall seat ; Thou all the world with hell-black deeps dost fill . Fond men , that with such pain do wooe your ill ! Needlesse to send for grief , for he is next us still . 29 His arms were light , and cheap , as made to save His purse , not limbes ; the money , not the man : Rather he dies , then spends : his helmet brave , An old brasse pot ; breast-plate a dripping-pan : His spear a spit , a pot-lid broad his shield , Whose smokie plain a chalkt Impresa fill'd , A bagge sure seal'd : his word , Much better sav'd , then spill'd . 30 By Pleonectes shamelesse Sparing went , Who whines and weeps to beg a longer day , Yet with a thundring voice claims tardie rent ; Quick to receive , but hard and slow to pay : His care 's to lessen cost with cunning base ; But when he 's forc't beyond his bounded space , Loud would he crie , & howl , while others laugh apace . 31 Long after went * * Feeble-mindednesse . Pusillus , weakest heart , Able to serve , and able to command , But thought himself unfit for either part ; And now full loth , amidst the warlike band Was hither drawn by force from quiet cell : Lonenesse his heav'n , and bus'nesse was his hell . A weak distrustfull heart is vertues aguish spell . 32 His goodly arms , eaten with shamefull rust ; Bewray'd their masters ease , and want of using ; Such was his minde , tainted with idle must , His goodly gifts with little use abusing : Upon his shield was drawn that noble Swain That loth to change his love and quiet reigne For glorious warlike deeds , did craftie madnesse feigne . 33 Finely the workman fram'd the toilsome plough Drawn with an ox and asse , unequall pair ; While he with busie hand his salt did sow , And at the furrows end his dearest heir Did helplesse lie , and Greek lords watching still Observ'd his hand guided with carefull will : About was wrote , Who nothing doth , doth nothing ill . 34 By him went Idlenesse , his loved friend , And Shame with both ; with all , ragg'd Pouertie : Behinde sure Punishment did close attend , Waiting a while fit opportunitie ; And taking count of houres mispent in vain , And graces lent without returning gain , Pour'd on his guiltie corse late grief , & helplesse pain . 35 This dull cold earth with standing water froze ; At ease he lies to coyn pretence for ease ; His soul like Ahaz diall , while it goes Not forward , poasteth backward ten degrees : In 's couch he 's pliant wax for fiends to seal ; He never sweats , but in his bed , or meal : He 'd rather steal then work , and beg then strive to steal . 36 All opposite , though he his brother were , Was * * Arrogancie . Chaunus , that too high himself esteem'd : All things he undertook , nor could he fear His power too weak , or boasted strength misdeem'd , With his own praise like windie bladder blown : His eyes too little , or too much his own ; For * * The arrogant are more stupid . Arist. Ethic. 4. known to all men weak , was to himself unknown . 37 Fondly himself with praising he disprais'd , Vaunting his deeds and worth with idle breath ; So raz'd himself , what he himself had rais'd : On 's shield a boy threatens high Phoebus death , Aiming his arrow at his purest light ; But soon the thinne reed , fir'd with lightning bright , Feel idlely on the strond : his word , Yet high , and right . 38 Next brave * * Ambition . Philotimus in poast did ride : Like rising ladders was his climbing minde ; His high-flown thoughts had wings of courtly pride , Which by foul rise to greatest height enclin'd ; His heart aspiring swell'd untill it burst : But when he gain'd the top , with spite accurst Down would he fling the steps by which he clamb'red first . 39 His head 's a shop furnisht with looms of state : His brain the weaver , thoughts are shuttles light , With which in spite of heav'n he weaves his fate ; Honour his web : thus works he day and night , Till fates cut off his threed ; so heapeth sinnes And plagues , nor once enjoyes the place he winnes ; But where his old race ends , there his new race begins . 40 Ah silly man , who dream'st that honour stands In ruling others , not thy self ! thy slaves Serve thee , and thou thy slaves : in iron bands Thy servile spirit prest with wilde passions raves . Would'st thou live honour'd ? clip ambitions wing ; To reasons yoke thy furious passions bring : Thrice noble is the man , who of himself is King . 41 Upon his shield was fram'd that vent'rous lad , That durst assay the Sunnes bright-flaming team ; Spite of his feeble hands , the horses mad Fling down on burning earth the scorching beam ; So made the flame in which himself was fir'd ; The world the bonefire was , where he expir'd : His motto written thus , Yet had what he desir'd . 42 But * * Basenesse of minde . Atimus , a carelesse idle swain , Though Glory off'red him her sweet embrace , And fair Occasion with little pain Reacht him her ivory hand , yet ( lozel base ! ) Rather his way , and her fair self declin'd ; Well did he thence prove his degenerous minde : Base were his restie thoughts , base was his dunghill kinde . 43 And now by force dragg'd from the monkish cell , ( Where teeth he onely us'd , nor hands , nor brains , But in smooth streams swam down through ease to hell ; His work to eat , drink , sleep , and purge his reins ) He left his heart behinde him with his feast : His target with a flying dart was drest , Poasting unto his mark : the word , I move to rest . 44 Next * * Flatterie . Colax all his words with sugar spices ; His servile tongue , base slave to greatnesse name , Runnes nimble descant on the plainest vices ; He lets his tongue to sinne , takes rent of shame : He temp'ring lies , porter to th' eare resides , Like Indian apple , which with painted sides , More dangerous within his lurking poyson hides . 45 So Echo , to the voice her voice conforming , From hollow breast for one will two repay ; So , like the rock it holds , it self transforming , That subtil fish hunts for her heedlesse prey : So crafty fowlers with their fair deceits Allure the hungrie bird ; so fisher waits To bait himself with fish , his hook and fish with baits . 46 His art is but to hide , not heal a sore , To nourish pride , to strangle conscience ; To drain the rich , his own drie pits to store , To spoil the precious soul , to please vile sense : A carrion crow he is , a gaping grave , The rich coats moth , the courts bane , trenchers slave ; Sinnes & hells winning baud , the devils fact'ring knave . 47 A mist he casts before his patrons sight , That blackest vices never once appeare ; But greater then it is , seems vertues light ; His Lords displeasure is his onely fear : His clawing lies , tickling the senses frail To death , make open way where force would fail . Lesse hurts the lions paw , then foxes softest tail . 48 His arms with hundred tongues were poud'red gay , ( The mint of lies ) gilt , fil'd , the sense to please ; His sword which in his mouth close sheathed lay , Sharper then death , and fram'd to kill with ease . Ah cursed weapon , life with pleasure spilling ! The Sardoin herb with many branches filling His shield , was his device : the word , I please in killing . 49 Base slave ! how crawl'st thou from thy dunghill nest , Where thou wast hatcht by shame and beggerie , And pearchest in the learn'd and noble breast ? Nobles of thee their courtship learn , of thee Arts learn new art their learning to adorn : ( Ah wretched mindes ! ) He is not nobly born , Nor learn'd , that doth not thy ignoble learning scorn . 50 Close to him Pleasing went , with painted face , And Honour , by some hidden cunning made ; Not Honours self , but Honours semblance base , For soon it vanisht like an emptie shade : Behinde , his parents duely him attend ; With them he forced is his age to spend : Shame his beginning was , and shame must be his end . 51 Next follow'd * * Morositie . Dyscolus , a froward wight ; His lips all swoln , and eyebrows ever bent , With sootie locks , swart looks , and scouling sight , His face a tell-tale to his foul intent : He nothing lik't , or prais'd ; but reprehended What every one beside himself commended . Humours of tongues impostum'd , purg'd with shame , are mended . 52 His mouth a pois'nous quiver , where he hides Sharp venom'd arrows , which his bitter tongue With squibs , carps , jests , unto their object guides ; Nor fears he gods on earth , or heav'n to wrong : Upon his shield was fairly drawn to sight A raging dog , foaming out wrath and spite : The word to his device , Impartiall all I bite . 53 * * Mad laughter . Eccles. 2.2 . Geloios next ensu'd , a merrie Greek , Whose life was laughter vain , and mirth misplac't ; His speeches broad , to shame the modest cheek ; Ne car'd he whom , or when , or how disgrac't . Salt round about he flung upon the sand ; If in his way his friend or father stand , His father & his friend he spreads with carelesse hand . 54 His foul jests steep'd and drown'd in laughter vain , And rotten speech , ( ah ! ) was not mirth , but madnesse : His armour crackling thorns all flaming stain With golden fires , ( embleme of foppish gladnesse ) Upon his shield two laughing fools you see , ( In number he the third , first in degree ) At which himself would laugh , and fleer : his word , We three . 55 And after , * * Rusticitie , or feritie . Agrios , a sullen swain , All mirth that in himself and others hated ; Dull , dead , and leaden was his cheerlesse vein : His weary sense he never recreated ; And now he marcht as if he somewhat dream'd : All honest joy but madnesse he esteem'd , Refreshings idlenesse , but sport he folly deem'd . 56 In 's arms his minde the workman fit exprest , Which all with quenched lamps , but smoking yet , And foully stinking , were full queintly drest ; To blinde , not light the eyes , to choke , not heat : Upon his shield an heap of fennie mire In flagges and turfs ( with sunnes yet never drier ) Did smoth'ring lie , not burn : his word , Smoke without fire . 57 Last Impudence , whose never-changing face Knew but one colour ; with some brasse-brow'd lie ▪ And laughing loud she drowns her just disgrace : About her all the fiends in armies flie : Her feather'd beaver sidelong cockt , in guise Of roaring boyes ; set look with fixed eyes Out-looks all shamefac't forms , all modestie defies . 58 And as her thoughts , so arms all black as hell : Her brasen shield two sable dogs adorn , Who each at other stare , and snarle , and swell : Beneath the word was set , All change I scorn . But if I all this rout and foul aray Should muster up , and place in battell ray , Too long your selves & flocks my tedious song would stay . 59 The aged day growes dimme , and homeward calls : The parting Sunne ( mans state describing well ) Falls when he rises , rises when he falls : So we by falling rose , by rising fell . The shadie cloud of night 'gins softly creep , And all our world with sable tincture steep : Home now ye shepherd-swains ; home now my loved sheep .
CANT. IX . THe Bridegroom Sunne , who late the Earth had spous'd , Leaves his star-chamber ; early in the East He shook his sparkling locks , head lively rouz'd , While Morn his couch with blushing roses drest ; His shines the Earth soon latcht to gild her flowers : Phosphor his gold-fleec't drove folds in their bowers , Which all the night had graz'd about th' Olympick towers . 2 The cheerfull Lark , mounting from early bed , With sweet salutes awakes the drowsie light ; The earth she left , and up to heav'n is fled ; There chants her Makers praises out of sight : Earth seems a molehill , men but ants to be ; Teaching proud men , that soar to high degree , The farther up they climbe , the lesse they seem , and see . 3 The shepherds met , and Thomalin began ; Young Thomalin , whose notes and silver string Silence the rising Lark , and falling Swan : Come Thirsil , end thy lay , and cheerly sing : Hear'st how the Larks give welcome to the day , Temp'ring their sweetest notes unto thy lay ? Up then , thou loved swain ; why dost thou longer stay ? 4 Well sett'st thou ( friend ) the Lark before mine eyes , Much easier to heare then imitate : Her wings lift up her notes to loftie skies ; But me a leaden sleep , and earthly state Down to the centre ties with captive string : Well might I follow here her note and wing ; Singing she loftie mounts : ah ! mounting should I sing . 5 Oh thou dread King of that heroick band , Which by thy power beats back these hellish sprites , Rescuing this State from death and base command ; Tell me , ( dread King ) what are those warlike Knights ? What force ? what arms ? where lies their strengths increase , That though so few in number , never cease To keep this sieged town 'gainst numbers numberlesse ? 6 The first Commanders in this holy train , Leaders to all the rest , an ancient pair ; Long since sure linkt in wedlocks sweetest chain ; His name Spiritto , she * * Heaven . Vrania fair : Fair had she been , and full of heav'nly grace , And he in youth a mightie warrier was , Both now more fair , & strong ; which prov'd their heav'nly race . 7 His arms with flaming tongues all sparkled bright , Bright flaming tongues , in divers sections parted ; His piercing sword , edg'd with their firy light , 'Twixt bones and marrow , soul and spirit disparted : Upon his shield was drawn a glorious Dove , 'Gainst whom the proudest Eagle dares not move ; Glitt'ring in beams : his word , Conqu'ring by peace and love . 8 But she Amazon-like in azure arms , Silver'd with starres , and gilt with sunnie rayes , Her mighty Spouse in fight and fierce alarms Attends , and equals in these bloudie frayes ; And on her shield an heav'nly globe ( displaying The constellations lower bodies swaying , Sway'd by the higher ) she bore : her word , I rule obeying . 9 About them swarm'd their fruitfull progenie ; An heav'nly off-spring of an heav'nly bed : Well mought you in their looks his stoutnesse see With her sweet graces lovely tempered . Fit youth they seem'd to play in Princes hall , ( But ah long since they thence were banisht all ) Or shine in glitt'ring arms , when need fierce warre doth call . 10 The first in order ( nor in worth the last ) Is Knowledge , drawn from peace and Muses spring ; Where shaded in fair Sinaies groves , his taste He feasts with words and works of heav'nly King ; But now to bloudy field is fully bent : Yet still he seem'd to study as he went : His arms cut all in books ; strong shield slight papers lent . 11 His glitt'ring armour shin'd like burning day , Garnisht with golden Sunnes , and radiant flowers ; Which turn their bending heads to Phaebus ray , And when he falls , shut up their leavie bowers : Upon his shield the silver Moon did bend Her horned bow , and round her arrows spend : His word in silver wrote , I borrow what I lend . 12 All that he saw , all that he heard , were books , In which he read and learn'd his Makers will : Most on his word , but much on heav'n he looks , And thence admires with praise the workmans skill . Close to him went still-musing Contemplation , That made good use of its by meditation ; So to him ill it self was good by strange mutation . 13 And Care , who never from his sides would part , Of knowledge oft the waies and means enquiring , To practise what he learnt from holy art ; And oft with tears , and oft with sighs desiring Aid from that Soveraigne Guide , whose wayes so steep , Though fain he would , yet weak he could not keep : But when he could not go , yet forward would he creep . 14 Next * * Humilitie . Tapinus , whose sweet , though lowly grace All other higher then himself esteem'd ; He in himself priz'd things as mean and base , Which yet in others great and glorious seem'd : All ill due debt , good undeserv'd he thought ; His heart a low-rooft house , but sweetly wrought , Where God himself would dwell , though he it dearly bought . 15 Honour he shunnes , yet is the way unto him ; As hell , he hates advancement wonne with bribes ; But publick place and charge are forc't to wooe him ; He good to grace , ill to desert ascribes : Him ( as his Lord ) contents a lowly room , Whose first house was the blessed Virgins wombe , The next a cratch , the third a crosse , the fourth a tombe . 16 So choicest drugs in meanest shrubs are found ; So precious gold in deepest centre dwells : So sweetest violets trail on lowly ground ; So richest pearls ly clos'd in vilest shells : So lowest dales we let at highest rates ; So creeping strawberries yeeld daintiest cates . The Highest highly loves the low , the loftie hates . 17 Upon his shield was drawn that Shepherd lad , Who with a sling threw down faint Israels fears ; And in his hand his spoils , and trophies glad , The Monsters sword and head , he bravely bears : Plain in his lovely face you might behold A blushing meeknesse met with courage bold : Little , not little worth , was fairly wrote in gold . 18 With him his kinsman both in birth and name , Obedience , taught by many bitter showers In humble bonds his passions proud to tame , And low submit unto the higher powers : But yet no servile yoke his forehead brands ; For ti'd in such an holy service bands , In this obedience rules , and serving thus commands . 19 By them went * * Faith . Fido , Marshal of the field : Weak was his mother , when she gave him day ; And he at first a sick and weakly childe , As e're with tears welcom'd the sunnie ray : Yet when more yeares afford more growth , & might , A champion stout he was , and puissant Knight , As ever came in field , or shone in armour bright . 20 So may we see a little lionet , When newly whelpt , a weak and tender thing , Despis'd by every beast ; but waxen great , When fuller times full strength and courage bring , The beasts all crouching low , their King adore , And dare not see what they contemn'd before : The trembling forrest quakes at his affrighting roar . 21 Mountains he flings in seas with mighty hand ; Stops , and turns back the Sunnes impetuous course ; Nature breaks natures laws at his command ; No force of hell or heav'n withstands his force : Events to come yet many ages hence He present makes , by wondrous prescience ; Proving the senses blinde , by being blinde to sense . 22 His sky-like arms , di'd all in blue and white , And set with golden starres that flamed wide ; His shield invisible to mortall sight , Yet he upon it easily descri'd The lively semblance of his dying Lord ; Whose bleeding side with wicked steel was gor'd , Which to his fainting spirits new courage would afford . 23 Strange was the force of that enchanted shield , Which highest powers to it from heav'n impart ; For who could bear it well , and rightly wield , It sav'd from sword , and spear , and poison'd dart : Well might he slip , but yet not wholly fall : No finall losse his courage might appall ; Growing more sound by wounds , and rising by his fall . 24 So some have feign'd that Tellus giant sonne Drew many new-born lives from his dead mother ; Another rose as soon as one was done , And twentie lost , yet still remain'd another : For when he fell , and kist the barren heath , His parent straight inspir'd successive breath ; And though her self was dead , yet ransom'd him from death . 25 With him his Nurse went , carefull * * Hearing . Acoe ; Whose hands first from his mothers wombe did take him , And ever since have foster'd tenderly : She never might , she never would forsake him ; And he her lov'd again with mutuall band : For by her needfull help he oft did stand , When else he soon would fail , and fall in foemens hand . 26 With both sweet Meditation ever pac't , His Nurses daughter , and his Foster-sister : Deare as his soul he in his soul her plac't , And oft embrac't , and oft by stealth he kist her : For she had taught him by her silent talk To tread the safe , and dangerous wayes to balk ; And brought his God with him , him with his God to walk . 27 Behinde him Penitence did sadly go , Whose cloudie dropping eyes were ever raining ; Her swelling tears , which ev'n in ebbing flow , Furrow her cheek , the sinfull puddles draining : Much seem'd she in her pensive thought molested , And much the mocking world her soul infested ; More she the hatefull world , and most her self detested . 28 She was the object of lewd mens disgrace , The squint-ey'd , wrie-mouth'd scoffe of carnall hearts ; Yet smiling heav'n delights to kisse her face , And with his bloud God bathes her painfull smarts : Afflictions iron flail her soul had thrasht ; Sharp Circumcisions knife her heart had slasht ; Yet was it angels wine , which in her eyes was masht . 29 With her a troop of mournfull grooms abiding , Help with their sullen blacks their Mistresse wo ; Amendment still ( but still his own faults ) chiding , And Penance arm'd with smarting whips did go : Then sad Remorse came sighing all the way ; Last Satisfaction , giving all away : Much surely did he owe , much more he would repay . 30 Next went * * Hope . Elpinus , clad in skie-like blue ; And through his arms few starres did seem to peep , Which there the workmans hand so finely drew , That rockt in clouds they softly seem'd to sleep : His rugged shield was like a rockie mold , On which an anchour bit with surest hold : I hold by being held , was written round in gold . 31 Nothing so cheerfull was his thoughtfull face , As was his brother Fido's : Fear seem'd dwell Close by his heart ; his colour chang'd apace , And went , and came , that sure all was not well : Therefore a comely Maid did oft sustain His fainting steps , and fleeting life maintain : * * Promise . Pollicita she hight , which ne're could lie or feigne . 32 Next to Elpinus marcht his brother Love ; Not that great Love which cloth'd his Godhead bright With rags of flesh , and now again above Hath drest his flesh in heav'ns eternall light ; Much lesse the brat of that false Cyprian dame , Begot by froth , and fire in bed of shame , And now burns idle hearts swelt'ring in lustfull flame : 33 But this from heav'n brings his immortall race , And nurst by Gratitude ; whose carefull arms Long held , and hold him still in kinde embrace : But train'd to daily warres , and fierce alarms , He grew to wondrous strength , and beautie rare : Next that God-Love , from whom his off-springs are , No match in earth or heav'n may with this Love compare . 34 His Page , who from his side might never move , Remembrance , on him waits ; in books reciting The famous passions of that highest Love , His burning zeal to greater flames exciting : Deep would he sigh , and seem empassion'd sore , And oft with tears his backward heart deplore , That loving all he could , he lov'd that Love no more . 35 Yet sure he truely lov'd , and honour'd deare That glorious name ; for when , or where he spi'd Wrong'd , or in hellish speech blasphem'd did heare , Boldly the rash blasphemer he defi'd , And forc't him eat the words he foully spake : But if for him he grief or death did take , That grief he counted joy , and death life for his sake . 36 His glitt'ring arms , drest all with firie hearts , Seem'd burn in chaste desire , and heav'nly flame ▪ And on his shield kinde Ionathan imparts To his souls friend his robes , and princely name , And kingly throne , which mortals so adore : And round about was writ in golden ore , Well might he give him all , that gave his life before . 37 These led the Vantguard ; and an hundred moe Fill'd up the emptie ranks with ord'red train : But first in middle ward did justly go In goodly arms a fresh and lovely Swain , Vaunting himself Loves twin , but younger brother : Well mought it be ; for ev'n their very mother With pleasing errour oft mistook the one for th' other . 38 As when fair Paris gave that golden ball , A thousand doubts ranne in his stagg'ring breast : All lik'd him well , fain would he give it all ; Each better seems , and still the last seems best : Doubts ever new his reaching hand deferr'd ; The more he looks , the more his judgement err'd : So she first this , then that , then none , then both preferr'd 39 Like them , their armour seem'd full neare of kinne : In this they onely differ ; th' elder bent His higher soul to heav'n , the younger Twinne 'Mong mortals here his love and kindenesse spent ; Teaching strange alchymie , to get a living By selling land , and to grow rich by giving ; By emptying filling bags , so heav'n by earth atchieving . 40 About him troop the poore with num'rous trains , Whom he with tender care , and large expence , With kindest words , and succour entertains ; Ne looks for thanks , or thinks of recompence : His wardrobe serves to cloath the naked side , And shamefull parts of bared bodies hide ; If other cloaths he lackt , his own he would divide . 41 To rogues his gate was shut ; but open lay , Kindely the weary traveller inviting : Oft therefore Angels , hid in mortall clay , And God himself in his free roofs delighting , Lowly to visit him would not disdain , And in his narrow cabin oft remain , Whom heav'n , & earth , & all the world cannot contain . 42 His table still was fill'd with wholesome meat , Not to provoke , but quiet appetite ; And round about the hungry freely eat , With plenteous cates cheering their feeble sprite : Their earnest vows broke open heav'ns wide doore , That not in vain sweet Plentie evermore With gracious eye looks down upon his blessed store . 43 Behinde attend him in an uncouth wise A troop with little caps , and shaved head ; Such whilome was infranched bondmens guise , New freed from cruell masters servile dread : These had he lately bought from captive chain ; Hence they his triumph sing with joyfull strain , And on his head due praise and thousand blessings rain . 44 He was a father to the fatherlesse , To widows he suppli'd an husbands care ; Nor would he heap up woe to their distresse , Or by a Guardians name their state impair ; But rescue them from strong oppressours might : Nor doth he weigh the great mans heavie spight . Who fears the highest Iudge , needs fear no mortall wight . 45 Once every week he on his progresse went , The sick to visit , and those meager swains , Which all their weary life in darknesse spent , Clogg'd with cold iron , prest with heavy chains : He hoords not wealth for his loose heir to spend it , But with a willing hand doth well expend it . Good then is onely good , when to our God we lend it . 46 And when the dead by cruell tyrants spight Lie out to rav'nous birds and beasts expos'd , His yearnfull heart pitying that wretched sight , In seemly graves their weary flesh enclos'd , And strew'd with dainty flowers the lowly herse ; Then all alone the last words did rehearse , Bidding them softly sleep in his sad sighing verse . 47 So once that royall * * Antigone , daughter of Oedipus , contrary to the edict of Creon , buries Polynices . Maid fierce Thebes beguil'd , Though wilfull Creon proudly did forbid her ; Her brother , from his home and tombe exil'd , ( While willing night in darknesse safely hid her ) She lowly laid in earths all-covering shade : Her dainty hands ( not us'd to such a trade ) She with a mattock toils , and with a weary spade . 48 Yet feels she neither sweat , nor irksome pain , Till now his grave was fully finished ; Then on his wounds her cloudy eyes 'gin rain , To wash the guilt painted in bloudy red : And falling down upon his gored side , With hundred varied plaints she often cri'd , Oh had I di'd for thee , or with thee might have di'd ! 49 Ay me ! my ever wrong'd , and banisht brother , How can I fitly thy hard fate deplore , Or in my breast so just complainings smother ? To thy sad chance what can be added more ? Exile thy home , thy home a tombe thee gave : Oh no ; such little room thou must not have , But for thy banisht bones I ( wretch ) must steal a grave . 50 But whither , wofull Maid , have thy complaints With fellow passion drawn my feeling mone ? But thus this Love deals with those murd'red Saints ; Weeps with the sad , and sighs with those that grone . But now in that beech grove we 'l safely play , And in those shadows mock the boyling ray ; Which yet increases more with the decreasing day .
CANT. X. THe Shepherds to the woodie mount withdrew , Where th' hillock seats , shades yeeld a canopie ; Whose tops with violets di'd all in blue Might seem to make a little azure skie : And that round hill , which their weak heads maintain'd , A lesser Atlas seem'd , whose neck sustain'd The weight of all the heav'ns , which fore his shoulders pain'd . 2 And here and there sweet Primrose scattered , Spangling the blue , fit constellations make : Some broadly flaming their fair colours spread ; Some other winkt , as yet but half awake : Fit were they plac't , and set in order due : Nature seem'd work by art , so lively true A little heav'n on earth in narrow space she drew . 3 Upon this earthly heav'n the shepherds play , The time beguiling , and the parching light ; Till the declining Sunne , and elder day Abate their flaming heat , and youthfull might : The sheep had left the shades , to minde their meat ; Then all returning to their former seat , Thirsil again began his wearie song repeat . 4 Great power of Love ! with what commanding fire Dost thou enflame the worlds wide Regiment , And kindely heat in every heart inspire ! Nothing is free from thy sweet government : Fish burn in seas ; beasts , birds thy weapons prove ; By thee dead elements and heavens move , Which void of sense it self , yet are not void of love . 5 But those twinne Loves , which from thy seas of light To us on earth derive their lesser streams , Though in their force they shew thy wondrous might , On thee reflecting back their glorious beams , Yet here encountred with so mightie foe , Had need both arm'd and surely guarded go : But most thy help they need ; do not thy help foreslow . 6 Next to the younger Love * * Peaceablenesse . Irenus went , Whose frostie head proclaim'd his winter age : His spring in many battels had he spent , But now all weapons chang'd for counsell sage . His heavie sword ( the witnesse of his might ) Upon a lopped tree he idlely pight ; There hid in quiet sheath , sleeps it in endlesse night . 7 Patience his shield had lent to ward his breast , Whose golden plain three Olive-branches dresse : The word in letters large was fair exprest , Thrice happie authour of a happie peace . Rich plenty yeelds him power , power stores his will ; Will ends in works , good works his treasures fill : Earths slave , * * Matth. 5.9 . heav'ns heir he is ; as God , payes good for ill . 8 By him * * Fortitude . Andreos pac't , of middle age , His minde as farre from rashnesse , as from fears ; Hating base thoughts as much as desperate rage : The worlds loud thund'rings he unshaken heares ; Nor will he death or life or seek or flie , Readie for both . He is as cowardly That longer fears to live , as he that fears to die . 9 Worst was his civil warre , where deadly fought He with himself , till Passion yeelds , or dies : All heart and hand , no tongue ; not grimme , but stout : His flame had counsell in 't , his furie eyes ; His rage well temper'd is : no fear can dant His reason ; but cold bloud is valiant : Well may he strength in death , but never courage want . 10 But like a mighty rock , whose unmov'd sides The hostile sea assaults with furious wave , And 'gainst his head the boist'rous North-winde rides ; Both fight , and storm , and swell , and roar , and rave ; Hoarse surges drum , loud blasts their trumpets strain : Th' heroick cliffe laughs at their frustrate pain : Waves scatter'd drop in tears , windes broken whining plain : 11 Such was this Knights undanted constancie ; No mischief weakens his resolved minde : None fiercer to a stubborn enemie , But to the yeelding none more sweetly kinde . His shield an even-ballast ship embraves , Which dances light , while Neptune wildely raves : His word was this , I fear but heav'n , nor windes , nor waves . 12 And next , * * Long-suffering . Macrothumus , whose quiet face No cloud of passion ever shadowed ; Nor could hot anger Reasons rule displace , Purpling the scarlet cheek with firie red : Nor could revenge , clad in a deadly white , With hidden malice eat his vexed sprite : For ill he good repay'd , and love exchang'd for spite . 13 Was never yet a more undanted spirit ; Yet most him deem'd a base and tim'rous swain : But he well weighing his own strength and merit , The greatest wrong could wisely entertain . Nothing resisted his commanding spear : Yeelding it self to him a winning were ; And though he di'd , yet dead he rose a conquerer . 14 His naturall force beyond all nature stretched : Most strong he is , because he will be weak ; And happie most , because he can be wretched . Then whole and sound , when he himself doth break ; Rejoycing most when most he is tormented : In greatest discontents he rests contented : By conquering himself all conquests he prevented . 15 His rockie arms of massie adamant Safely could back rebutt the hardest blade : His skinne it self could any weapon dant , Of such strange mold and temper was he made : Upon his shield a Palm-tree still increased , Though many weights his rising arms depressed : His word was , Rising most , by being most oppressed . 16 Next him * * Gentlenesse or courtesie . Androphilus , whose sweetest minde 'Twixt mildenesse temper'd , and low courtesie , Could leave as soon to be , as not be kinde : Churlish despite ne're lookt from his calm eye , Much lesse commanded in his gentle heart : To baser men fair looks he would impart ; Nor could he cloak ill thoughts in complementall art . 17 His enemies knew not how to discommend him , All others dearely lov'd ; fell ranc'rous Spite , And vile Detraction fain would reprehend him ; And oft in vain his name they closely bite , As popular , and flatterer accusing : But he such slavish office much refusing , Can eas'ly quit his name from their false tongues abusing . 18 His arms were fram'd into a glitt'ring night , Whose sable gown with starres all spangled wide Affords the weary traveller cheerfull light , And to his home his erring footsteps guide : Upon his ancient shield the workman fine Had drawn the Sunne , whose eye did ne're repine To look on good , and ill : his word , To all I shine . 19 Fair Vertue , where stay'st thou in poore exile , Leaving the Court from whence thou took'st thy name ? While in thy place is stept Disdaining vile , And Flatterie , base sonne of Need and Shame ; And with them surly Scorn , and hatefull Pride ; Whose artificiall face false colours di'd , Which more display her shame , then loathsome foulnesse hide . 20 Late there thou livedst with a gentle Swain , ( As gentle Swain as ever lived there ) Who lodg'd thee in his heart , and all thy train , Where hundred other Graces quarter'd were : But he ( alas ! ) untimely dead and gone , Leaves us to rue his death , and thee to mone , That few were ever such , & now those few are none . 21 By him the stout * * Temperance . Encrates boldly went , Assailed oft by mightie enemies , Which all on him alone their spite misspent ; For he whole armies single bold defies : With him nor might , nor cunning slights prevail ; All force on him they trie , all forces fail : Yet still assail him fresh , yet vainly still assail . 22 His body full of vigour , full of health ; His table feeds not lust , but strength , and need : Full stor'd with plenty , not by heaping wealth , But topping rank desires , which vain exceed : On 's shield an hand from heav'n an orchyard dressing , Pruning superfluous boughs the trees oppressing , So adding fruit : his word , By lessening increasing . 23 His setled minde was written in his face : For on his forehead cheerfull gravitie False joyes and apish vanities doth chase ; And watchfull care did wake in either eye : His heritance he would not lavish sell , Nor yet his treasure hide by neighbouring hell : But well he ever spent , what he had gotten well . 24 A lovely pair of twins clos'd either side : Not those in heav'n , the flowrie Geminies , Are half so lovely bright ; the one his Bride , * * Chastitie in the married . Agnia chaste , was joyn'd in Hymens ties , And love , as pure as heav'ns conjunction : Thus she was his , and he her flesh and bone : So were they two in sight , in truth entirely one . 25 Upon her arched brow unarmed Love Triumphing sat in peacefull victorie ; And in her eyes thousand chaste Graces move , Checking vain thoughts with awfull majestie : Ten thousand moe her fairer breast contains ; Where quiet meeknesse every ill restrains , And humbly subject spirit by willing service reignes . 26 Her skie-like arms glitter'd in golden beams , And brightly seem'd to flame with burning hearts : The scalding ray with his reflected streams Fire to their flames , but heav'nly fire , imparts : Upon her shield a pair of Turtles shone ; A loving pair , still coupled , ne're alone : Her word , Though one when two , yet either two , or none . 27 With her , her sister went , a warlike Maid , * * Chastitie in the single . Parthenia , all in steel , and gilded arms ; In needles stead a mighty spear she swayd , With which in bloudy fields and fierce alarms The boldest champion she down would bear , And like a thunderbolt wide passage tear , Flinging all to the earth with her enchanted spear . 28 Her goodly armour seem'd a garden green , Where thousand spotlesse lilies freshly blew ; And on her shield the 'lone bird might be seen , Th' Arabian bird , shining in colours new : It self unto it self was onely mate ; Ever the same , but new in newer date : And underneath was writ , Such is chaste single state . 29 Thus hid in arms , she seem'd a goodly Knight , And fit for any warlike exercise : But when she list lay down her armour bright , And back resume her peacefull Maidens guise ; The fairest Maid she was , that ever yet Prison'd her locks within a golden net , Or let them waving hang , with roses fair beset . 30 Choice Nymph , the crown of chaste Diana's train , Thou beauties lilie , set in heav'nly earth ; Thy fairs unpattern'd all perfections stain : Sure heav'n with curious pencil , at thy birth , In thy rare face her own full picture drew : It is a strong verse here to write but true : Hyperboles in others are but half thy due . 31 Upon her forehead Love his trophies fits , A thousand spoils in silver arch displaying ; And in the midst himself full proudly sits , Himself in awfull majestie araying : Upon her brows lies his bent Ebon bow , And ready shafts : deadly those weapons show ; Yet sweet that death appear'd , lovely that deadly blow . 32 And at the foot of this celestiall frame Two radiant starres , then starres yet better being , Endu'd with living fire , and seeing flame ; Yet with heav'ns starres in this too neare agreeing ; They timely warmth , themselves not warm , inspire ; These kindle thousand hearts with hot desire , And burning all they see , feel in themselves no fire . 33 Ye matchlesse starres , ( yet each the others match ) Heav'ns richest diamonds , set on Ammel white , From whose bright spheres all grace the Graces catch , And will not move but by your load-starres bright ; How have you stoln , and stor'd your armourie With Loves and deaths strong shafts , and from your skie Poure down thick showers of darts to force whole armies flie ? 34 Above those Sunnes two Rainbows high aspire , Not in light shews , but sadder liveries drest ; Fair Iris seem'd to mourn in sable tire ; Yet thus more sweet the greedie eye they feast : And but that wondrous face it well allow'd , Wondrous it seem'd , that two fair Rainbows show'd Above their sparkling Sunnes , without or rain , or cloud . 35 A bed of lilies flower upon her cheek , And in the midst was set a circling rose ; Whose sweet aspect would force Narcissus seek New liveries , and fresher colours choose To deck his beauteous head in snowie tire ; But all in vain : for who can hope t' aspire To such a fair , which none attain , but all admire ? 36 Her rubie lips lock up from gazing sight A troop of pearls , which march in goodly row : But when she deignes those precious bones undight , Soon heav'nly notes from those divisions flow , And with rare musick charm the ravisht eares , Danting bold thoughts , but cheering modest fears : The spheres so onely sing , so onely charm the spheres . 37 Her daintie breasts , like to an Aprill rose From green-silk fillets yet not all unbound , Began their little rising heads disclose , And fairly spread their silver circlets round : From those two bulwarks Love doth safely fight ; Which swelling easily , may seem to sight To be enwombed both of pleasure and delight . 38 Yet all these Starres which deck this beauteous skie , By force of th' inward Sunne both shine and move : Thron'd in her heart sits Loves high majestie ; In highest majestie the highest Love . As when a taper shines in glassie frame , The sparkling crystall burns in glitt'ring flame : So does that brightest Love brighten this lovely dame . 39 Thus , and much fairer , fair Parthenia Glist'ring in arms , her self presents to sight ; As when th' Amazon Queen , Hippolyta , With Theseus entred lists in single fight , With equall arms her mighty foe opposing ; Till now her bared head her face disclosing , Conquer'd the conquerour , & wan the fight by losing . 40 A thousand Knights woo'd her with busie pain , To thousand she her virgin grant deni'd ; Although her deare-sought love to entertain They all their wit and all their strength appli'd : Yet in her heart Love close his scepter swayd , That to an heav'nly spouse her thoughts betraid , Where she a maiden wife might live , and wifely maid . 41 Upon her steps a virgin Page attended , Fair * * Modestie . Erythre , whose often-blushing face Sweetly her in-born shame-fac't thoughts commended ; The faces change prov'd th' hearts unchanged grace , Which she a shrine to puritie devotes : So when cleare ivorie vermeil fitly blots , By stains it fairer grows , and lovelier by its spots . 42 Her golden hair , her silver forehead high , Her teeth of solid , eyes of liquid pearl ; But neck and breast no man might bare descrie , So sweetly modest was this bashfull girle : But that sweet paradise ( ah ! ) could we see , On these white mountlets daintier apples be , Then those we bought so deare on Edens tempting tree . 43 These noble Knights this threatned fort defend ; These , and a thousand moe heroick Swains , That to this ' stressed State their service lend , To free from force , and save from captive chains . But now too late the battell to recite ; For Hesperus heav'ns tapers 'gins to light , And warns each starre to wait upon their Mistres Night .
CANT. XI . THe early Morn lets out the peeping day , And strew'd his paths with golden Marygolds : The Moon grows wanne , and starres flie all away , Whom Lucifer locks up in wonted folds , Till light is quencht , and heav'n in seas hath flung The headlong day : to th' hill the shepherds throng , And Thirsil now began to end his task and song . 2 Who now ( alas ! ) shall teach my humble vein , That never yet durst peep from covert glade ; But softly learnt for fear to sigh and plain , And vent her griefs to silent myrtils shade ? Who now shall teach to change my oaten quill For trumpet ' larms , or humble verses fill With gracefull majestie , and loftie rising skill ? 3 Ah thou dread Spirit , shed thy holy fire , Thy holy flame into my frozen heart ; Teach thou my creeping measures to aspire , And swell in bigger notes , and higher art : Teach my low Muse thy fierce alarums ring , And raise my soft strain to high thundering : Tune thou my loftie song ; thy battels must I sing . 4 Such as thou wert within the sacred breast Of that thrice famous Poet-Shepherd-King ; And taught'st his heart to frame his Canto's best Of all that e're thy glorious works did sing : Or as those holy Fishers once amongs Thou flamedst bright with sparkling parted tongues , And brought'st down heav'n to earth in those all-conqu'ring songs . 5 These mighty Heroes , fill'd with justest rage To be in narrow walls so closely pent , Glitt'ring in arms , and goodly equipage , Stood at the Castles gate , now ready bent To sally out , and meet the enemie : A hot disdain sparkled in every eye , Breathing out hatefull warre , and deadly enmitie . 6 Thither repairs the carefull Intellect , With his fair Spouse Voletta , heav'nly fair : With both , their daughter ; whose divine aspect , Though now sad damps of sorrow much empair , Yet through those clouds did shine so glorious bright , That every eye did homage to the sight , Yeelding their captive hearts to that commanding light . 7 But who may hope to paint such majestie , Or shadow well such beautie , such a face , Such beauteous face , unseen to mortall eye ? Whose powerfull looks , and more then mortall grace ▪ Loves self hath lov'd , leaving his heav'nly throne , With amorous sighs , and many a lovely mone ( Whom all the world would wooe ) woo'd her his onely one . 8 Farre be that boldnesse from thy humble swain , Fairest Ectecta , to describe thy beautie , And with unable skill thy glory stain , Which ever he admires with humble dutie : But who to view such blaze of beautie longs , Go he to Sinah , th' holy groves amongs ; Where that wise Shepherd chants her in his Song of songs . 9 The Islands King with sober countenance Aggrates the Knights , who thus his right defended ; And with grave speech , and comely amenance Himself , his State , his Spouse , to them commended : His lovely childe , that by him pensive stands , He last delivers to their valiant hands ; And her to thank the Knights , her Champions , he commands . 10 The God-like Maid a while all silent stood , And down to th' earth let fall her humble eyes ; While modest thoughts shot up the flaming bloud , Which fir'd her scarlet cheek with rosie dies : But soon to quench the heat , that lordly reignes , From her fair eye a shower of crystall rains , Which with his silver streams o're-runs the beauteous plains . 11 As when the Sunne in midst of summers heat Draws up thinne vapours with his potent ray , Forcing dull waters from their native seat ; At length dimme clouds shadow the burning day : Till coldest aire , soon melted into showers , Upon the earth his welcome anger powres , And heav'ns cleare forehead now wipes off her former lowres . 12 At length a little lifting up her eyes , A renting sigh way for her sorrow brake , Which from her heart 'gan in her face to rise , And first in th' eye , then in the lip thus spake ; Ah gentle Knights , how may a simple maid , With justest grief and wrong so ill apaid , Give due reward for such your pains , and friendly aid ? 13 But if my Princely Spouse do not delay His timely presence in my greatest need , He will for me your friendly love repay , And well requite this your so gentle deed : Then let no fear your mighty hearts assail : His word's himself ; himself he cannot fail . Long may he stay , yet sure he comes , and must prevail . 14 By this the long-shut gate was open laid ; Soon out they rush in order well arang'd : And fastning in their eyes that heav'nly Maid , How oft for fear her fairest colour chang'd ! Her looks , her worth , her goodly grace , and state Comparing with her present wretched fate , Pitie whets just revenge , and loves fire kindles hate . 15 Long at the gate the thoughtfull Intellect Staid with his fearfull Queen , and daughter fair ; But when the Knights were past their dimme aspect , They follow them with vowes , and many a prayer : At last they climbe up to the Castles height ; From which they view'd the deeds of every Knight , And markt the doubtfull end of this intestine fight . 16 As when a youth , bound for the Belgick warre , Takes leave of friends upon the Kentish shore ; Now are they parted , and he sail'd so farre , They see not now , and now are seen no more : Yet farre off viewing the white trembling sails , The tender mother soon plucks off her veils , And shaking them aloft , unto her sonne she hails . 17 Mean time these Champions march in fit aray , Till both the armies now were come in sight : A while each other boldly viewing stay , With short delayes whetting fierce rage and spight . Sound now ye trumpets , sound alarums loud ; Heark how their clamours whet their anger proud : See , yonder are they met in midst of dustie cloud . 18 So oft the South with civil enmitie Musters his watrie forces 'gainst the West ; The rowling clouds come tumbling up the skie , In dark folds wrapping up their angry guest : At length the flame breaks from th' imprisoning cold , With horrid noise tearing the limber mold ; While down in liquid tears the broken vapours roll'd . 19 First did that warlike Maid her self advance ; And riding from amidst her companie , About her helmet wav'd her mighty lance , Daring to fight the proudest enemie : Porneios soon his ready spear addrest , And kicking with his heel his hastie beast , Bent his sharp-headed lance against her dainty breast . 20 In vain the broken staffe sought entrance there , Where Love himself oft entrance sought in vain : But much unlike the Martial Virgins spear , Which low dismounts her foe on dustie plain , Broaching with bloudy point his breast before : Down from the wound trickled the bubbling gore , And bid pale death come in at that red gaping doore . 21 There lies he cover'd now in lowly dust , And foully wallowing in clutter'd bloud , Breathing together out his life and lust , Which from his breast swamme in the steaming floud : In maids his joy ; now by a maid defi'd , His life he lost , and all his former pride : With women would he live , now by a woman di'd . 22 Aselges , struck with such a heavie sight , Greedie to venge his brothers sad decay , Spurr'd forth his flying steed with fell despight , And met the virgin in the middle way : His spear against her head he fiercely threw , Which to that face performing homage due , Kissing her helmet , thence in thousand shivers flew . 23 The wanton boy had dreamt that latest night , That he had learnt the liquid aire dispart , And swimme along the heav'ns with pineons light ; Now that fair maid taught him this nimble art : For from his saddle farre away she sent , Flying along the emptie element ; That hardly yet he knew whither his course was bent . 24 The rest that saw with fear the ill successe Of single fight , durst not like fortune trie ; But round beset her with their numerous presse : Before , beside , behinde they on her flie , And every part with coward odds assail : But she redoubling strokes as thick as hail , Drove farre their flying troops , & thresht with iron flail . 25 As when a gentle greyhound set around With little curres , which dare his way molest , Snapping behinde ; soon as the angrie hound Turning his course , hath caught the busiest , And shaking in his fangs hath welnigh slain ; The rest fear'd with his crying , runne amain ; And standing all aloof whine , houl , and bark in vain . 26 The subtil Dragon , that from farre did view The waste and spoil made by this maiden Knight , Fell to his wonted guile ; for well he knew All force was vain against such wondrous might : A craftie swain well taught to cunning harms , Call'd false Delight , he chang'd with hellish charms ; That true Delight he seem'd , the self-same shape and arms . 27 The watchfull'st sight no difference could descrie ; The same his face , his voice , his gate the same : Thereto his words he feign'd ; and coming nigh The Maid , that fierce pursues her martiall game , He whets her wrath with many a guilefull word , Till she lesse carefull did fit time afford : Then up with both his hands he lifts his balefull sword . 28 You powerfull heav'ns ! and thou their Governour ! With what eyes can you view this dolefull sight ? How can you see your fairest Conquerour So nigh her end by so unmanly slight ? The dreadfull weapon through the aire doth glide ; But sure you turn'd the harmfull edge aside : Else must she there have fall'n , and by that traitour di'd . 29 Yet in her side deep was the wound impight ; Her flowing life the shining armour stains : From that wide spring long rivers took their flight , With purple streams drowning the silver plains : Her cheerfull colour now grows wanne and pale , Which oft she strives with courage to recall , And rouze her fainting head , which down as oft would fall . 30 All so a Lilie , prest with heavie rain , Which fills her cup with showers up to the brinks ; The wearie stalk no longer can sustain The head , but low beneath the burden sinks : Or as a virgin Rose her leaves displayes , Whom too hot scorching beams quite disarayes ; Down flags her double ruffe , and all her sweet decayes . 31 Th' undanted Maid , feeling her feet denie Their wonted dutie , to a tree retir'd ; Whom all the rout pursue with deadly crie : As when a hunted Stag , now welnigh tir'd , Shor'd by an oak , 'gins with his head to play ; The fearfull hounds dare not his horns assay , But running round about , with yelping voices bay . 32 And now perceiving all her strength was spent , Lifting to listning heav'n her trembling eyes , Thus whispring soft , her soul to heav'n she sent ; Thou chastest Love , that rul'st the wandring skies , More pure then purest heavens by thee moved ; If thine own love in me thou sure hast proved ; If ever thou my self , my vows , my love hast loved . 33 Let not this Temple of thy spotlesse love Be with foul hand and beastly rage defil'd : But when my spirit shall his camp remove , And to his home return , too long exil'd ; Do thou protect it from the ravenous spoil Of ranc'rous enemies , that hourely toil Thy humble votarie with loathsome spot to foil . 34 With this few drops fell from her fainting eyes , To dew the fading roses of her cheek ; That much high Love seem'd passion'd with those cries ; Much more those streams his heart and patience break : Straight he the charge gives to a winged Swain , Quickly to step down to that bloudie plain , And aid her wearie arms , and rightfull cause maintain . 35 Soon stoops the speedie Herauld through the aire , Where chaste Agneia and Encrates fought : See , see , he cries , where your Parthenia fair , The flower of all your armie , hemm'd about With thousand enemies , now fainting stands , Readie to fall into their murdring hands : Hie ye , oh hie ye fast ; the highest Love commands . 36 They casting round about their angrie eye , The wounded Virgin almost sinking spi'd : They prick their steeds , which straight like lightning flie : Their brother Continence runnes by their side ; Fair Continence , that truely long before As his hearts liege , this Ladie did adore : And now his faithfull love kindled his hate the more . 37 Encrates and his Spouse with flashing sword Assail the scatter'd troops , that headlong flie ; While Continence a precious liquour pour'd Into the wound , and suppled tenderly : Then binding up the gaping orifice , Reviv'd the spirits , that now she 'gan to rise , And with new life confront her heartlesse enemies . 38 So have I often seen a purple flower Fainting through heat , hang down her drooping head ; But soon refreshed with a welcome shower , Begins again her lively beauties spread , And with new pride her silken leaves display ; And while the Sunne doth now more gently play , Lay out her swelling bosome to the smiling day . 39 Now rush they all into the flying trains ; Bloud fires their bloud , and slaughter kindles fight : The wretched vulgar on the purple plains Fall down as thick , as when a rustick wight From laden oaks the plenteous akorns poures , Or when the blubbring ayer sadly lowres , And melts his sullen brow , and weeps sweet April showers . 40 The greedy Dragon , that aloof did spie So ill successe of this renewed fray ; More vext with losse of certain victorie , Depriv'd of so assur'd and wished prey , Gnashed his iron teeth for grief and spite : The burning sparks leap from his flaming sight , And forth his smoking jawes steams out a smouldring night . 41 Straight thither sends he in a fresh supply , The swelling band that drunken Methos led , And all the rout his brother Gluttonie Commands , in lawlesse bands disordered : So now they bold restore their broken fight , And fiercely turn again from shamefull flight ; While both with former losse sharpen their raging spite . 42 Freshly these Knights assault these fresher bands , And with new battell all their strength renew : Down fell Geloios by Encrates hands , Agneia Moechus and Anagnus slew ; And spying Methos fenc't in 's iron vine , Pierc't his swoln panch : there lies the grunting swine , And spues his liquid soul out in his purple wine . 43 As when a greedy lion , long unfed , Breaks in at length into the harmlesse folds ; ( So hungry rage commands ) with fearfull dread He drags the silly beasts : nothing controlls The victour proud ; he spoils , devours , and tears : In vain the keeper calls his shepherd peers : Mean while the simple flock gaze on with silent fears : 44 Such was the slaughter these three Champions made ; But most Encrates , whose unconquer'd hands Sent thousand foes down to th' infernall shade , With uselesse limbes strewing the bloudie sands : Oft were they succourd fresh with new supplies , But fell as oft : the Dragon grown more wise By former losse , began another way devise . 45 Soon to their aid the Cyprian band he sent , For easie skirmish clad in armour light : Their golden bowes in hand stood ready bent , And painted quivers ( furnisht well for fight ) Stuck full of shafts , whose heads foul poyson stains ; Which dipt in Phlegethon by hellish swains , Bring thousand painfull deaths , and thousand deadly pains . 46 Thereto of substance strange , so thinne , and slight , And wrought by subtil hand so cunningly , That hardly were discern'd by weaker fight ; Sooner the heart did feel , then eye could see : Farre off they stood , and flung their darts around , Raining whole clouds of arrows on the ground ; So safely others hurt , and never wounded wound . 47 Much were the Knights encumbred with these foes ; For well they saw , and felt their enemies : But when they back would turn the borrow'd blows , The light-foot troop away more swiftly flies , Then do their winged arrows through the winde : And in their course oft would they turn behinde , And with their glancing darts their hot pursuers blinde . 48 As when by Russian Volgha's frozen banks The false-back Tartars fear with cunning feigne , And poasting fast away in flying ranks , Oft backward turn , and from their bowes down rain Whole storms of darts ; so do they flying fight : And what by force they lose , they winne by slight ; Conquerd by standing out , and conquerours by flight : 49 Such was the craft of this false Cyprian crue : Yet oft they seem'd to slack their fearfull pace , And yeeld themselves to foes that fast pursue ; So would they deeper wound in nearer space : In such a fight he winnes , that fastest flies . Flie , flie , chaste Knights , such subtil enemies : The vanquisht cannot live , and conqu'rour surely dies . 50 The Knights opprest with wounds and travel past , Began retire , and now were neare to fainting : With that a winged Poast him speeded fast , The Generall with these heavy newes acquainting : He soon refresht their hearts that 'gan to tire . But let our weary Muse a while respire : Shade we our scorched heads from Phoebus parching fire .
CANT. XII . THe shepherds guarded from the sparkling heat Of blazing aire , upon the flowrie banks , ( Where various flowers damask the fragrant seat , And all the grove perfume ) in wonted ranks Securely sit them down , and sweetly play : At length thus Thirsil ends his broken lay , Left that the stealing night his later song might stay . 2 Thrice , oh thrice happie shepherds life and state , When Courts are happinesse unhappie pawns ! His cottage low , and safely humble gate Shuts out proud fortune , with her scorns , and fawns : No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep : Singing all day , his flocks he learns to keep ; Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep . 3 No Serian worms he knows , that with their threed Draw out their silken lives ; nor silken pride : His lambes warm fleece well fits his little need , Not in that proud Sidonian tincture di'd : No emptie hopes , no courtly fears him fright ; No begging wants his middle fortune bite : But sweet content exiles both miserie and spite . 4 In stead of musick and base flattering tongues , Which wait to first-salute my Lords uprise ; The cheerfull lark wakes him with early songs , And birds sweet whistling notes unlock his eyes : In countrey playes is all the strife he uses , Or sing , or dance unto the rurall Muses ; And but in musicks sports , all difference refuses . 5 His certain life , that never can deceive him , Is full of thousand sweets , and rich content : The smooth-leav'd beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades , till noon-tides rage is spent : His life is neither tost in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothfull ease : Pleas'd & full blest he lives , when he his God can please . 6 His bed of wool yeelds safe and quiet sleeps , While by his side his faithfull spouse hath place : His little sonne into his bosome creeps , The lively picture of his fathers face : Never his humble house or state torment him ; Lesse he could like , if lesse his God had sent him : And when he dies , green turfs with grassie tombe content him . 7 The worlds great Light his lowly state hath blest , And left his heav'n to be a shepherd base : Thousand sweet songs he to his pipe addrest : Swift rivers stood ; beasts , trees , stones ranne apace , And serpents flew to heare his softest strains : He fed his flock , where rolling Iordan reignes ; There took our rags , gave us his robes , and bore our pains . 8 Then thou high Light , whom shepherds low adore , Teach me , oh do thou teach thy humble swain To raise my creeping song from earthly floor : Fill thou my empty breast with loftie strain ; That singing of thy warres and dreadfull fight , My notes may thunder out thy conqu'ring might , And 'twixt the golden starres cut out her towring flight . 9 The mightie Generall moved with the news Of those foure famous Knights so neare decay , With hastie speed the conquering foe pursues ; At last he spies where they were led away , Forc't to obey the Victours proud commands : Soon did he rush into the middle bands , And cut the slavish cords from their captived hands . 10 And for the Knights were faint , he quickly sent To Penitence , whom Phoebus taught his art ; Which she had eakt with long experiment : For many a soul , and many a wounded heart Had she restor'd , and brought to life again The broken spirit , with grief and horrour slain ; That oft reviv'd , yet di'd as oft with smarting pain . 11 For she in severall baths their wounds did steep ; The first of Rue which purg'd the foul infection , And cur'd the deepest wound , by wounding deep : Then would she make another strange confection , And mix it with Nepenthe soveraigne ; Wherewith she quickly swag'd the rankling pain : Thus she the Knights recur'd , and washt from sinfull stain . 12 Mean time the fight now fiercer grows then ever : ( For all his troops the Dragon hither drew ) The two Twin - Loves , whom no place mought dissever , And Knowledge with his train begins anew To strike fresh summons up , and hot alarms : In midst great Fido , clad in sunne-like arms , With his unmatched force repairs all former harms . 13 So when the Sunne shines in bright Taurus head , Returning tempests all with winter fill ; And still successive storms fresh mustered The timely yeare in his first springings kill : And oft it breathes a while , then straight again Doubly powres out his spite in smoking rain : The countreys vows & hopes swimme on the drowned plain . 14 The lovely Twinnes ride 'gainst the Cyprian bands , Chasing their troops now with no feigned flight : Their broken shafts lie scatter'd on the sands , Themselves for fear quite vanisht out of sight : Against these conquerours Hypocrisie , And Cosmo's hated bands , with Echthros slie , And all that rout do march , & bold the Twinnes defie . 15 Elpinus mightie enemies assail ; But Doubt of all the other most infested ; That oft his fainting courage 'gan to fail , More by his craft then ods of force molested : For oft the treachour chang'd his weapon light , And sudden alter'd his first kinde of fight , And oft himself and shape transform'd with cunning slight . 16 So that great river , with Alcides striving In Oeneus court for the Aetolian Maid , To divers shapes his fluent limbes contriving , From manly form in serpents frame he staid , Sweeping with speckled breast the dustie land ; Then like a bull with horns did armed stand : His hanging dewlap trail'd along the golden sand . 17 Such shapes and changing fashions much dismaid him , That oft he stagger'd with unwonted fright ; And but his brother Fido oft did aid him , There had he fell in unacquainted fight : But he would still his wavering strength maintain , And chase that Monster through the sandie plain ; Which from him fled apace , but oft return'd again . 18 Yet him more strong and cunning foes withstand , Whom he with greater skill and strength defi'd : Foul Ignorance , with all her owl-ey'd band ; Oft-starting Fear , Distrust ne're satisfi'd , And fond Suspect , and thousand other foes ; Whom farre he drives with his unequall blows , And with his flaming sword their fainting armie mows . 19 As when bloud-guilty earth for vengeance cries , ( If greatest things with lesse we may compare ) The mighty Thunderer through the ayer flies , While snatching whirlwinds open waies prepare : Dark clouds spread out their sable curtains o're him ; And Angels on their flaming wings up bore him : Mean time the guilty heav'ns for fear flie fast before him 20 There while he on the windes proud pineons rides , Down with his fire some lofty mount he throwes , And fills the low vale with his ruin'd sides ; Or on some church his three-forkt dart bestowes ; ( Which yet his sacred worship foul mistakes ) Down falls the spire , the body fearfull quakes ; Nor sure to fall , or stand , with doubtfull trembling shakes . 21 With Fido Knowledge went , who order'd right His mighty hands : so now his scatter'd troops Make head again , filling their broken fight ; While with new change the Dragons armie droops , And from the following victours headlong runne : Yet still the Dragon frustrates what is done ; And eas'ly makes them lose what they so hardly wonne 22 Out of his gorge a hellish smoke he drew , That all the field with foggie mist enwraps ; As when Tiphoeus from his panch doth spew Black smothering flames , roll'd in loud thunder-claps : The pitchie vapours choke the shining ray , And bring dull night upon the smiling day ; The wavering Aetna shakes , and fain would runne away . 23 Yet could his bat-ey'd legions eas'ly see In this dark Chaos ; they the seed of night : But these not so , who night and darknesse flee ; For they the sonnes of day , and joy in light : But Knowledge soon began a way devise , To bring again the day , and cleare their eyes : So open'd Fido's shield , and golden veil unties . 24 Of one pure diamond , celestiall fair , That heav'nly shield by cunning hand was made ; Whose light divine , spred through the mistie aire , To brightest morn would turn the Western shade , And lightsome day beget before his time ; Framed in heav'n without all earthly crime ; Dipt in the firy Sunne , which burnt the baser slime . 25 As when from fennie moors the lumpish clouds With rising steams damp the bright mornings face ; At length the piercing Sunne his team unshrouds , And with his arrows th' idle fogge doth chase : The broken mist lies melted all in tears : So this bright shield the stinking darknesse teares , And giving back the day , dissolves their former fears . 26 Which when afarre the firie Dragon spies , His slights deluded with so little pain ; To his last refuge now at length he flies : Long time his pois'nous gorge he seem'd to strain ; At length with loathly sight he up doth spue From stinking panch a most deformed crue , That heav'n it self did flie from their most ugly view . 27 The first that crept from his detested maw , Was * * Sinne. Hamartia , foul deformed wight ; More foul , deform'd , the Sunne yet never saw ; Therefore she hates the all-betraying light : A woman seem'd she in her upper part ; To which she could such lying glosse impart , That thousands she had slain with her deceiving art . 28 The rest ( though hid ) in serpents form arayd , With iron scales , like to a plaited mail : Over her back her knotty tail displaid , Along the empty aire did lofty sail : The end was pointed with a double sting , Which with such dreaded might she wont to fling , That nought could help the wound , but bloud of heav'nly King . 29 Of that first woman her the Dragon got , ( The foulest bastard of so fair a mother ) Whom when she saw so fil'd with monstrous spot , She cast her hidden shame and birth to smother ; But she welnigh her mothers self had slain : And all that dare her kindely entertain ; So some parts of her damme , more of her sire remain . 30 Her viperous locks hung loose about her eares ; Yet with a monstrous snake she them restrains , Which like a border on her head she wears : About her neck hang down long adder chains , In thousand knots , and wreaths infolded round ; Which in her anger lightly she unbound , And darting farre away would sure and deadly wound . 31 Yet fair and lovely seems to fools dimme eyes ; But hell more lovely , Pluto's self more fair Appears , when her true form true light descries : Her loathsome face , blancht skinne , and snakie hair , Her shapelesse shape , dead life , her carrion smell , The devils dung , the childe and damme of hell , Is chaffer fit for fools their precious souls to sell. 32 The second in this rank was black Despair , Bred in the dark wombe of eternall Night : His looks fast nail'd to Sinne , long sootie hair Fill'd up his lank cheeks with wide-staring fright : His leaden eyes , retir'd into his head , Light , heav'n , and earth , himself , and all things fled : A breathing coarse he seem'd , wrapt up in living lead . 33 His bodie all was fram'd of earthly paste , And heavie mold ; yet earth could not content him : Heav'n fast he flies , and heav'n fled him as fast ; Though ' kin to hell , yet hell did much torment him : His very soul was nought but ghastly fright : With him went many a fiend , and ugly sprite , Armed with ropes and knives , all instruments of spite . 34 In stead of feathers , on his dangling crest A lucklesse Raven spred her blackest wings ; And to her croaking throat gave never rest , But deathfull verses and sad dirges sings : His hellish arms were all with fiends embost , Who damned souls with endlesse torments roast , And thousand wayes devise to vex the tortur'd ghost . 35 Two weapons sharp as death he ever bore ; Strict Iudgement , which from farre he deadly darts ; Sinne at his side , a two edg'd sword , he wore , With which he soon appalls the stoutest hearts : Upon his shield Alecto with a wreath Of snakie whips the dam'd souls tortureth : And round about was wrote , Reward of sinne is death . 36 The last two brethren were farre different , Onely in common name of death agreeing ; The first arm'd with a sithe still mowing went ; Yet whom , and when he murder'd , never seeing ; Born deaf , and blinde : nothing might stop his way : No prayers , no vows his keenest sithe could stay ; Nor Beauties self his spite , nor Vertues self allay . 37 No state , no age , no sex may hope to move him ; Down falls the young , and old , the boy , and maid : Nor begger can intreat , nor King reprove him ; All are his slaves in 's cloth of flesh araid : The bride he snatches from the bridegrooms arms , And horrour brings , in midst of loves alarms : Too well we know his power by long experienc't harms . 38 A dead mans skull suppli'd his helmets place , A bone his club , his armour sheets of lead : Some more , some lesse fear his all-frighting face ; But most who sleep in downie pleasures bed : But who in life have daily learnt to die , And dead to this , live to a life more high ; Sweetly in death they sleep , and slumbring quiet lie . 39 The second farre more foul in every part , Burnt with blue fire , and bubbling sulphure streams ; Which creeping round about him , fill'd with smart His cursed limbes , that direly he blasphemes : Most strange it seems , that burning thus for ever , No rest , no time , no place these flames may sever : Yet death in thousand deaths without death dieth never . 40 Soon as these hellish monsters came in sight , The Sunne his eye in jettie vapours drown'd , Scar'd at such hell-hounds view ; heav'ns 'mazed light Sets in an early evening ; earth astound , Bids dogs with houls give warning : at which sound ▪ The fearfull ayer starts , seas break their bound , And frighted fled away ; no sands might them impound . 41 The palsied troop first ( like asps shaken ) fare ; Till now their heart , congeal'd in icie bloud , Candied the ghastly face ; locks stand and stare : Thus charm'd , in ranks of stone they marshall'd stood : Their uselesse swords fell idlely on the plain , And now the triumph sounds in loftie strain ; So conqu'ring Dragon bindes the Knights with slavish chain . 42 As when proud Phineus in his brothers feast Fill'd all with tumult , and intestine broil ; Wise Perseus , with such multitudes opprest , Before him bore the snakie Gorgons spoil : The vulgar rude stood all in marble chang'd , And in vain ranks and rockie order rang'd , Were now more quiet guests , from former rage estrang'd . 43 The fair Eclecta , who with grief had stood , Viewing th' oft changes of this doubtfull fight , Saw now the field swimme in her Champions bloud , And from her heart , rent with deep passion , sigh'd ; Limming true sorrow in sad silent art . Light grief floats on the tongue ; but heavie smart Sinks down , and deeply lies in centre of the heart . 44 What Daedal art such griefs can truely shew , Broke heart , deep sighs , thick sobs , & burning prayers , Baptizing ever limbe in weeping dew ? Whose swoln eyes , pickled up in brinie tears , Crystalline rocks , corall the lid appeares , Compast about with tides of grief and fears ; Where grief stores fear with sighs , and fear stores grief with tears . 45 At length sad Sorrow , mounted on the wings Of loud-breath'd sighs , his leaden weight uprears ; And vents it self in softest whisperings , Follow'd with deadly grones , usher'd by tears : While her fair hands , and watrie shining eyes Were upward bent upon the mourning skies , Which seem'd with cloudie brow her grief to sympathize . 46 Long while the silent passion , wanting vent , Made flowing tears her words , and eyes her tongue ; Till Faith , Experience , Hope assistance lent To shut both floud-gates up with patience strong : The streams well ebb'd , new hopes some comforts borrow From firmest truth ; then glimpst the hopefull morrow : So spring some dawns of joy , so sets the night of sorrow . 47 Ah dearest Lord , my hearts sole Soveraigne , Who sitt'st high mounted on thy burning throne ; Heark from thy heav'ns , where thou dost safely reigne , Cloth'd with the golden Sunne , and silver Moon : Cast down a while thy sweet and gracious eye , And low avail that flaming Majestie , Deigning thy gentle sight on our sad miserie . 48 To thee , deare Lord , I lift this watrie eye , This eye which thou so oft in love * * Cant. 1.15 . hast prais'd ; This eye with which thou * * Cant. 4.9 . wounded oft wouldst die ; To thee ( deare Lord ) these suppliant hands are rais'd : These to be lilies thou hast often told me ; Which if but once again may ever hold thee , Will never let thee loose , will never more unfold thee . 49 Seest how thy foes despitefull trophies reare , Too confident in thy prolong'd delayes ? Come then , oh quickly come , my dearest deare : When shall I see thee crown'd with conqu'ring bayes , And all thy foes trod down , and spred as clay ? When shall I see thy face , and glories ray ? Too long thou stay'st , my Love ; come Love , no longer stay . 50 Hast thou forgot thy former word and love , Or lockt thy sweetnesse up in fierce disdain ? In vain didst thou those thousand mischiefs prove ? Are all those griefs , thy birth , life , death in vain ? Oh no ; of ill thou onely dost repent thee , And in thy dainty mercies most content thee : Then why with stay so long so long dost thou torment me ? 51 Reviving Cordiall of my dying sprite , The best Elixar for souls drooping pain ; Ah now unshade thy face , uncloud thy sight ; See , every way 's a trap , each path's a train : Hells troops my soul beleaguer ; bow thine eares , And hear my cries pierce through my grones & fears : Sweet Spouse , see not my sinnes , but through my plaints and tears . 52 Let frailty favour , sorrow succour move ; Anchour my life in thy calm streams of bloud : Be thou my rock , though I poore changeling rove , Tost up and down in waves of worldly floud : Whil'st I in vale of tears at anchour ride , Where windes of earthly thoughts my sails misguide , Harbour my fleshly bark safe in thy wounded side . 53 Take , take my contrite heart , thy sacrifice , Washt in her eyes that swimmes and sinks in woes : See , see , as seas with windes high working rise , So storm , so rage , so gape thy boasting foes . Deare Spouse , unlesse thy right hand even steers , Oh if thou anchour not these threatning fears ; Thy ark will sail as deep in bloud , as now in tears . 54 With that a thundring noise seem'd shake the skie , As when with iron wheels through stonie plain A thousand chariots to the battell flie ; Or when with boistrous rage the swelling main , Puft up with mighty windes , does hoarsly roar ; And beating with his waves the trembling shore , His sandie girdle scorns , & breaks earths ramperd doore 55 And straight * * Our late most learned Soveraigne in his remonstrance and comment on the Apocal. an Angel full of heav'nly might , ( Three several crowns circled his royall head ) From Northern coast heaving his blazing light , Through all the earth his glorious beams dispread , And open laies the Beasts and Dragons shame : For to this end th' Almighty did him frame , And therefore from supplanting gave his ominous name 56 A silver trumpet oft he loudly blew , Frighting the guiltie earth with thundring knell ; And oft proclaim'd , as through the world he flew , Babel , great Babel lies as low as hell : Let every Angel loud his trumpet sound , Her heav'n exalted towers in dust are drown'd : Babel , proud Babel's fall'n , and lies as low as ground . 57 The broken heav'ns dispart with fearfull noise , And from the breach out shoots a suddain light ; Straight shrilling trumpets with loud sounding voice Give echoing summons to new bloudy fight : Well knew the Dragon that all-quelling blast , And soon perceiv'd that day must be his last ; Which strook his frighted heart , & all his troops aghast . 58 Yet full of malice and of stubborn pride , Though oft had strove , and had been foild as oft , Boldly his death and certain fate defi'd : And mounted on his flaggie sails aloft , With boundlesse spite he long'd to try again A second losse , and new death ; glad and fain To shew his pois'nous hate , though ever shew'd in vain . 59 So up he rose upon his stretched fails , Fearlesse expecting his approaching death : So up he rose , that th' ayer starts , and fails , And over-pressed sinks his load beneath : So up he rose , as does a thunder-cloud , Which all the earth with shadows black does shroud : So up he rose , and through the weary ayer row'd . 60 Now his Almighty foe farre off he spies ; Whose Sun-like arms daz'd the eclipsed day , Confounding with their beams lesse-glitt'ring skies , Firing the aire with more then heav'nly ray ; Like thousand Sunnes in one : such is their light ; A subject onely for immortall sprite , Which never can be seen , but by immortall sight . 61 His threatning eyes shine like that dreadfull flame , With which the Thunderer arms his angry hand : Himself had fairly wrote his wondrous name , Which neither earth nor heav'n could understand : A hundred crowns , like towers , beset around His conqu'ring head : well may they there abound , When all his limbes and troops with gold are richly crown'd . 62 His armour all was dy'd in purple bloud ; ( In purple bloud of thousand rebell Kings ) In vain their stubborn powers his arm withstood : Their proud necks chain'd he now in triumph brings , And breaks their spears , & cracks their traitour swords Upon whose arms and thigh , in golden words Was fairly writ , The KING of Kings , & LORD of Lords . 63 His snow-white steed was born of heav'nly kinde , Begot by Boreas on the Thracian hills ; More strong and speedy then his parent Winde : And ( which his foes with fear and horrour fills ) Out from his mouth a two-edg'd sword he darts ; Whose sharpest steel the bone and marrow parts , And with his keenest point unbreasts the naked hearts . 64 The Dragon , wounded with this flaming brand , They take , and in strong bonds and fetters tie : Short was the fight , nor could he long withstand Him , whose appearance is his victorie . So now he 's bound in adamantine chain ; He storms , he roars , he yells for high disdain : His net is broke , the fowl go free , the fowler ta'ne . 65 Thence by a mighty Swain he soon was led Unto a thousand thousand torturings : His tail , whose folds were wont the starres to shed , Now stretcht at length , close to his belly clings : Soon as the pit he sees , he back retires , And battel new , but all in vain , respires : So there he deeply lies , flaming in icie fires . 66 As when Alcides from forc't hell had drawn The three-head dog , and master'd all his pride ; Basely the fiend did on his Victour fawn , With serpent tail clapping his hollow side : At length arriv'd upon the brink of light , He shuts the day out of his dullard sight , And swelling all in vain renews unhappie fight . 67 Soon at this sight the Knights revive again , As fresh as when the flowers from winter tombe ( When now the Sunne brings back his nearer wain ) Peep out again from their fresh mothers wombe : The primrose lighted new , her flame displayes , And frights the neighbour hedge with firie rayes : And all the world renew their mirth & sportive playes . 68 The Prince , who saw his long imprisonment Now end in never-ending libertie ; To meet the Victour , from his castle went , And falling down , clasping his royall knee , Poures out deserved thanks in gratefull praise : But him the heav'nly Saviour soon doth raise , And bids him spend in joy his never spending dayes . 69 The fair Eclecta , that with widowed brow Her absent Lord long mourn'd in sad aray , Now * * Revel. 19.8 . silken linnen cloth'd like frozen snow , Whose silver spanglets sparkle 'gainst the day : This shining robe her Lord himself had wrought , While he her love with hundred presents sought , And it with many a wound , & many a torment bought . 70 And thus arayd , her heav'nly beauties shin'd ( Drawing their beams from his most glorious face ) Like to a precious * * Revel 21.11 . Jasper , pure refin'd ; Which with a Crystall mixt , much mends his grace : The golden starres a garland fair did frame , To crown her locks ; the Sunne lay hid for shame , And yeelded all his beams to her more glorious flame . 71 Ah who that flame can tell ? ah who can see ? Enough is me with silence to admire ; While bolder joy , and humbe majestie In either cheek had kindled gracefull fire : Long silent stood she , while her former fears And griefs ran all away in sliding tears ; That like a watrie Sunne her gladsome face appeares . 72 At length when joyes had left her closer heart , To seat themselves upon her thankfull tongue ; First in her eyes they sudden flashes dart , Then forth i' th' musick of her voice they throng ; My Hope , my Love , my Joy , my Life , my Blisse , ( Whom to enjoy is heav'n , but hell to misse ) What are the worlds false joyes , what heav'ns true joyes to this ? 73 Ah dearest Lord ! does my rapt soul behold thee ? Am I awake ? and sure I do not dream ? Do these thrice blessed arms again infold thee ? Too much delight makes true things feigned seem . Thee , thee I see ; thou , thou thus folded art : For deep thy stamp is printed in my heart , And thousand ne're-felt joyes stream in each melting part . 74 Thus with glad sorrow did she sweetly plain her , Upon his neck a welcome load depending ; While he with equall joy did entertain her , Her self , her Champions , highly all commending : So all in triumph to his palace went , Whose work in narrow words may not be pent ; For boundlesse thought is lesse then is that glorious tent . 75 There sweet delights , which know nor end , nor measure ; No chance is there , nor eating times succeeding : No wastfull spending can empair their treasure ; Pleasure full grown , yet ever freshly breeding : Fulnesse of sweets excludes not more receiving : The soul still big of joy , yet still conceiving ; Beyond slow tongues report , beyond quick thoughts perceiving . 76 There are they gone , there will they ever bide ; Swimming in waves of joyes , and heav'nly loves : He still a Bridegroom , she a gladsome Bride ; Their hearts in love , like spheres still constant moving : No change , no grief , no age can them befall : Their bridall bed is in that heav'nly hall , Where all dayes are but one , and onely one is all . 77 And as in state they thus in triumph ride , The boyes and damsels their just praises chaunt ; The boyes the Bridegroom sing , the maids the Bride , While all the hills glad Hymens loudly vaunt : Heav'ns winged shoals , greeting this glorious spring , Attune their higher notes , and Hymens sing : Each thought to passe , & each did passe thoughts loftiest wing . 78 Upon his lightning brow Love proudly sitting Flames out in power , shines out in majestie ; There all his loftie spoils and trophies fitting , Displayes the marks of highest Deitie : There full of strength in lordly arms he stands , And every heart , and every soul commands : No heart , no soul his strength and lordly force withstands . 79 Upon her forehead thousand cheerfull Graces , Seated in thrones of spotlesse ivorie ; There gentle Love his armed hand unbraces , His bow unbent disclaims all tyrannie : There by his play a thousand souls beguiles , Perswading more by simple modest smiles , Then ever he could force by arms , or craftie wiles . 80 Upon her cheek doth Beauties self implant The freshest garden of her choicest flowers ; On which if Envie might but glance ascant , Her eyes would swell , and burst , and melt in showers : Thrice fairer both then ever fairest ey'd . Heav'n never such a Bridegroom yet descri'd ; Nor ever earth so fair , so undefil'd a Bride . 81 Full of his Father shines his glorious face , As farre the Sunne surpassing in his light , As doth the Sunne the earth with flaming blaze : Sweet influence streams from his quickning sight : His beams from nought did all this All display ; And when to lesse then nought they fell away , He soon restor'd again by his new orient ray . 82 All heav'n shines forth in her sweet faces frame : Her seeing Starres ( which we miscall bright eyes ) More bright then is the mornings brightest flame , More fruitfull then the May-time Geminies : These back restore the timely summers fire ; Those springing thoughts in winter hearts inspire , Inspiriting dead souls , and quickning warm desire . 83 These two fair Sunnes in heav'nly sphere are plac't , Where in the centre Joy triumphing sits : Thus in all high perfections fully grac't , Her mid-day blisse no future night admits ; But in the mirrours of her Spouses eyes Her fairest self she dresses ; there where lies All sweets , a glorious beautie to emparadize . 84 His locks like ravens plumes , or shining jet , Fall down in curls along his ivory neck ; Within their circlets hundred Graces set , And with love-knots their comely hangings deck : His mighty shoulders , like that Giant Swain , All heav'n and earth , and all in both sustain ; Yet knows no wearinesse , nor feels oppressing pain . 85 Her amber hair , like to the sunnie ray , With gold enamels fair the silver white ; There heav'nly loves their prettie sportings play , Firing their darts in that wide flaming light : Her daintie neck , spread with that silver mold , Where double beautie doth it self unfold , In th' own fair silver shines , and fairer borrow'd gold . 86 His breast a rock of purest alabaster , Where Loves self sailing shipwrackt often sitteth ; Hers a twinne-rock , unknown , but to th' ship-master ; Which harbours him alone , all other splitteth . Where better could her love then here have nested ? Or he his thoughts then here more sweetly feasted ? Then both their love & thoughts in each are ever rested . 87 Runne now you shepherd-swains ; ah run you thither , Where this fair Bridegroom leads the blessed way : And haste you lovely maids , haste you together With this sweet Bride ; while yet the sunne-shine day Guides your blinde steps , while yet loud summons call , That every wood & hill resounds withall , Come Hymen , Hymen come , drest in thy golden pall . 88 The sounding Echo back the musick flung , While heav'nly spheres unto the voices playd . But see , the day is ended with my song , And sporting bathes with that fair Ocean Maid : Stoop now thy wing , my Muse , now stoop thee low : Hence mayst thou freely play , and rest thee now ; While here I hang my pipe upon the willow bough . 89 So up they rose , while all the shepherds throng With their loud pipes a countrey triumph blew , And led their Thirsil home with joyfull song : Mean time the lovely Nymphs with garlands new His locks in Bay and honour'd Palm-tree bound , With Lilies set , and Hyacinths around ; And Lord of all the yeare , and their May-sportings crown'd .
FINIS .

PISCATORIE ECLOGS , AND OTHER POETICALL MISCELLANIES .

By P. F.

Printed by the Printers to the UNIVERSITIE of CAMBRIDGE . 1633.

Anag Edward Benlowes , Sun-warde beloved . While Panses Sun = ward look ; that glorious Light With gentle Beames entring their purple Bowers Shedds there his Love , & heat , and fair to sight Prints his bright forme within their golden flowers . Look in their Leaves , and see begotten there The Sun̄es lesse Sonne glitring in acure sphere . So when from Shades of superstitious night Mine eye turn'd to the Sun , his heavnly powers Stampt on my new-born spirit his Image bright And Love , Light , Life , into my bosome Showers . This difference ; They in themselves have moving , But his sweet Love mee dead , and Sensles proving , First Loves , and drawes to Love , Then Lover my Soule for Loving . P. F : .
ΑΛΙΕΓΤΙΚΟ'Ν , OR , PISCATORIE ECLOGUES .
ECLOG . I. AMYNTAS . IT was the time faithfull Halcyone , Once more enjoying new-liv'd Ceyx bed , Had left her young birds to the wavering sea , Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head , And change his mountains to a champian lea ; The time when gentle Flora's lover reignes , Soft creeping all along green Neptunes smoothest plains ; 2 When haplesse Thelgon ( a poore fisher-swain ) Came from his boat to tell the rocks his plaining : In rocks he found , and the high-swelling main More sense , more pitie farre , more love remaining , Then in the great Amyntas fierce disdain : Was not his peer for song 'mong all the lads , Whole shrilling pipe , or voice the sea-born maiden glads . 3 About his head a rocky canopie , And craggy hangings round a shadow threw , Rebutting Phoebus parching fervencie ; Into his bosome Zephyr softly flew ; Hard by his feet the sea came waving by ; The while to seas and rocks ( poore swain ! ) he sang ; The while the seas & rocks answ'ring loud echoes-rang . 4 You goodly Nymphs , that in your marble cell In spending never spend your sportfull dayes , Or when you list in pearled boats of shell Glide on the dancing wave , that leaping playes About the wanton skiffe , and you that dwell In Neptunes court , the Oceans plenteous throng , Deigne you to gently heare sad Thelgons plaining song . 5 When the raw blossome of my youth was yet In my first childhoods green enclosure bound , Of Aquadune I learnt to fold my net , And spread the sail , and beat the river round , And withy labyrinths in straits to set , And guide my boat , where Thames and Isis heire By lowly Aeton slides , and Windsor proudly fair . 6 There while our thinne nets dangling in the winde Hung on our oars tops , I learnt to sing Among my Peers , apt words to fitly binde In numerous verse : witnesse thou crystall Spring , Where all the lads were pebles wont to finde ; And you thick hasles , that on Thamis brink Did oft with dallying boughs his silver waters drink . 7 But when my tender youth 'gan fairly blow , I chang'd large Thames for Chamus narrower seas : There as my yeares , so skill with yeares did grow ; And now my pipe the better sort did please ; So that with Limnus , and with Belgio I durst to challenge all my fisher-peers , That by learn'd Chamus banks did spend their youthfull yeares . 8 And Ianus self , that oft with me compared , With his oft losses rais'd my victory ; That afterward in song he never dared Provoke my conquering pipe , but enviously Deprave the songs which first his songs had marred ; And closely bite , when now he durst not bark , Hating all others light , because himself was dark . 9 And whether nature , joyn'd with art , had wrought me , Or I too much beleev'd the fishers praise ; Or whether Phoebus self , or Muses taught me , Too much enclin'd to verse , and Musick playes ; So farre credulitie , and youth had brought me , I sang sad Telethusa's frustrate plaint , And rustick Daphnis wrong , and magicks vain restraint : 10 And then appeas'd young Myrtilus , repining At generall contempt of shepherds life ; And rais'd my rime to sing of Richards climbing ; And taught our Chame to end the old-bred strife , Mythicus claim to Nicias resigning : The while his goodly Nymphs with song delighted , My notes with choicest flowers , & garlands sweet requited . 11 From thence a Shepherd great , pleas'd with my song , Drew me to Basilissa's Courtly place : Fair Basilissa , fairest maid among The Nymphs that white-cliffe Albions forrests grace . Her errand drove my slender bark along The seas , which wash the fruitfull Germans land , And swelling Rhene , whose wines run swiftly o're the sand . 12 But after bold'ned with my first successe , I durst assay the new-found paths , that led To slavish Mosco's dullard sluggishnesse ; Whose slothfull Sunne all winter keeps his bed , But never sleeps in summers wakefulnesse : Yet all for nought : another took the gain : Faitour , that reapt the pleasure of anothers pain ! 13 And travelling along the Northern plains , At her command I past the bounding Twead , And liv'd a while with Caledonian swains : My life with fair Amyntas there I led : Amyntas fair , whom still my sore heart plains . Yet seem'd he then to love , as he was loved ; But ( ah ! ) I fear , true love his high heart never proved . 14 And now he haunts th' infamous woods and downs , And on Napaean Nymphs doth wholly dote : What cares he for poore Thelgons plaintfull sounds ? Thelgon , poore master of a poorer boat . Ianus is crept from his wont prison bounds , And fits the Porter to his eare and minde : What hope , Amyntas love a fisher-swain should finde ? 15 Yet once he said , ( which I , then fool , beleev'd ) ( The woods of it , and Damon witnesse be ) When in fair Albions fields he first arriv'd , When I forget true Thelgons love to me , The love which ne're my certain hope deceiv'd ; The wavering sea shall stand , and rocks remove : He said , and I beleev'd : so credulous is love . 16 You steady rocks , why still do you stand still ? You fleeting waves , why do you never stand ? Amyntas hath forgot his Thelgons quill ; His promise , and his love are writ in sand : But rocks are firm , though Neptune rage his fill ; When thou , Amyntas , like the fire-drake rangest : The sea keeps on his course , when like the winde thou changest . 17 Yet as I swiftly sail'd the other day , The setled rock seem'd from his seat remove , And standing waves seem'd doubtfull of their way , And by their stop thy wavering reprove : Sure either this thou didst but mocking say , Or else the rock and sea had heard my plaining . But thou ( ay me ! ) art onely constant in disdaining . 18 Ah! would thou knew'st how much it better were To 'bide among the simple fisher-swains : No shrieching owl , no night-crow lodgeth here ; Nor is our simple pleasure mixt with pains : Our sports begin with the beginning yeare , In calms to pull the leaping fish to land , In roughs to sing , and dance along the golden sand . 19 I have a pipe , which once thou lovedst well , ( Was never pipe that gave a better sound ) Which oft to heare fair Thetis from her cell , Thetis the Queen of seas , attended round With hundred Nymphs and many powers that dwell In th' Oceans rocky walls , came up to heare , And gave me gifts , which still for thee lie hoarded here . 20 Here with sweet bayes the lovely myrtils grow , Where th' Oceans fair-cheekt maidens oft repair ; Here to my pipe they dancen on a row : No other swain may come to note their fair ; Yet my Amyntas there with me shall go . Proteus himself pipes to his flocks hereby , Whom thou shalt heare , ne're seen by any jealous eye . 21 But ( ah ! ) both me , and fishers he disdains , While I sit piping to the gadding winde , Better that to the boysterous sea complains ; Sooner fierce waves are mov'd , then his hard minde : I 'le to some rock farre from our common mains , And in his bottome learn forget my smart , And blot Amyntas name from Thelgons wretched heart . 22 So up he rose , and lancht into the deep ; Dividing with his oare the surging main , Which dropping seem'd with teares his case to weep ; The whistling windes joyn'd with the seas to plain , And o're his boat in whines lamenting creep . Nought feared he fierce Oceans watry ire , Who in his heart of grief and love felt equall fire . FINIS .
ECLOG . II. THIRSIL . Dorus , Myrtilus , Thomalin , Thirsil . Dorus. MYrtil , why idle sit we on the shore ? Since stormy windes , and waves intestine spite Impatient rage of sail , or bending oare ; Sit we , and sing , while windes & waters fight ; And carol lowd of love , and loves delight . Myrtil . 2 Dorus , ah rather stormy seas require With sadder song the tempests rage deplore : In calms let 's sing of love , and lovers fire . Tell we how Thirsil late our seas forswore , When forc't he left our Chame , and desert shore . Dorus. 3 Now as thou art a lad , repeat that lay ; Myrtil , his songs more please my ravisht eare , Then rumbling brooks that with the pebles play , Then murmuring seas broke on the banks to heare , Or windes on rocks their whistling voices teare . Myrtil . 4 Seest thou that rock , which hanging o're the main Looks proudly down ? there as I under lay , Thirsil with Thomalin I heard complain , Thomalin , ( who now goes sighing all the day ) Who thus 'gan tempt his friend with Chamish boyes to stay . Thom. 5 Thirsil , what wicked chance , or lucklesse starre From Chamus streams removes thy boat and minde ? Farre hence thy boat is bound , thy minde more farre ; More sweet , or fruitfull streams where canst thou finde ? Where fisher-lads , or Nymphs more fair , or kinde ? The Muses selves sit with the sliding Chame : Chame and the Muses selves do love thy name . Where thou art lov'd so dear , so much to hate is shame . Thirsil . 6 The Muses me forsake , not I the Muses ; Thomalin , thou know'st how I them honour'd ever : Not I my Chame , but me proud Chame refuses : His froward spites my strong affections sever ; Else , from his banks could I have parted never . But like his Swannes , when now their fate is nigh , Where singing sweet they liv'd , there dead they lie ; So would I gladly live , so would I gladly die . 7 His stubborn hands my net hath broken quite : My fish ( the guerdon of my toil and pain ) He causelesse seaz'd , and with ungratefull spite Bestow'd upon a lesse deserving swain : The cost and labour mine , his all the gain . My boat lies broke ; my oares crackt , and gone : Nought ha's he left me , but my pipe alone , Which with his sadder notes may help his master moan . Thom. 8 Ungratefull Chame ! how oft hath Thirsil crown'd With songs and garlands thy obscurer head ? That now thy name through Albion loud doth sound . Ah foolish Chame ! who now in Thirsils stead Shall chant thy praise , since Thelgon's lately dead ? He whom thou lov'st , can neither sing , nor play ; His dusty pipe , scorn'd , broke , is cast away : Ah foolish Chame ! who now shall grace thy holy-day ? Thirsil . 9 Too fond my former hopes ! I still expected With my desert his love should grow the more : Ill can he love , who Thelgons love rejected , Thelgon , who more hath grac'd his gracelesse shore , Then any swain that ever sang before . Yet Gripus he prefer'd , when Thelgon strove : I wish no other curse he ever prove ; Who Thelgon causelesse hates , still may he Gripus love . Thom. 10 Thirsil , but that so long I know thee well , I now should think thou speak'st of hate , or spite : Can such a wrong with Chame , or Muses dwell , That Thelgons worth and love with hate they'quite ? Thirsil . Thomalin , judge thou ; and thou that judgest right , Great King of seas , ( that grasp'st the Ocean ) heare , If ever thou thy Thelgon lovedst deare : Though thou forbear a while , yet long thou canst not bear . 11 When Thelgon here had spent his prentise-yeares , Soon had he learnt to sing as sweet a note , As ever strook the churlish Chamus eares : To him the river gives a costly boat , That on his waters he might safely float , The songs reward , which oft unto his shore He sweetly tun'd : Then arm'd with sail , and oare , Dearely the gift he lov'd , but lov'd the giver more . 12 Scarce of the boat he yet was full possest , When , with a minde more changing then his wave , Again bequeath'd it to a wandring guest , Whom then he onely saw ; to him he gave The sails , and oares : in vain poore Thelgon strave , The boat is under sail , no boot to plain : Then banisht him , the more to eke his pain , As if himself were wrong'd , & did not wrong the swain . 13 From thence he furrow'd many a churlish sea , The viny Rhene , and Volgha's self did passe , Who sleds doth suffer on his watry lea , And horses trampling on his ycie face : Where Phoebus prison'd in the frozen glasse , All winter cannot move his quenched light , Nor in the heat will drench his chariot bright : Thereby the tedious yeare is all one day and night . 14 Yet little thank , and lesse reward he got : He never learn'd to sooth the itching eare : One day ( as chanc't ) he spies that painted boat , Which once was his : though his of right it were , He bought it now again , and bought it deare . But Chame to Gripus gave it once again , Gripus the basest and most dung-hil swain , That ever drew a net , or fisht in fruitfull main . 15 Go now , ye fisher-boyes , go learn to play , To play , and sing along your Chamus shore : Go watch , and toyl , go spend the night and day , While windes & waves , while storms & tempests roar ; And for your trade consume your life , and store : Lo your reward ; thus will your Chamus use you . Why should you plain , that lozel swains refuse you ? Chamus good fishers hates , the Muses selves abuse you . Thomal . 16 Ah Thelgon , poorest , but the worthiest swain , That ever grac't unworthy povertie ! How ever here thou liv'dst in joylesse pain , Prest down with grief , and patient miserie ; Yet shalt thou live when thy proud enemie Shall rot , with scorn and base contempt opprest . Sure now in joy thou safe and glad dost rest , Smil'st at those eager foes , which here thee so molest . Thirsil . 17 Thomalin , mourn not for him : he 's sweetly sleeping In Neptunes court , whom here he sought to please ; While humming rivers by his cabin creeping , Rock soft his slumbering thoughts in quiet ease : Mourn for thy self , here windes do never cease ; Our dying life will better fit thy crying : He softly sleeps , and blest is quiet lying . Who ever living dies , he better lives by dying . Thomal . 18 Can Thirsil then our Chame abandon ever ? And never will our fishers see again ? Thirsil . Who 'gainst a raging stream doth vain endeavour To drive his boat , gets labour for his pain : When fates command to go , to lagge is vain . As late upon the shore I chanc't to play , I heard a voice , like thunder , lowdly say , Thirsil , why idle liv'st ? Thirsil , away , away . 19 Thou God of seas , thy voice I gladly heare ; Thy voice ( thy voice I know ) I glad obey : Onely do thou my wandring whirry steer ; And when it erres , ( as it will eas'ly stray ) Upon the rock with hopefull anchour stay . Then will I swimme , where 's either sea , or shore , Where never swain , or boat was seen afore : My trunk shall be my boat , my arm shall be my oare . 20 Thomalin , me thinks I heare thy speaking eye Woo me my posting journey to delay : But let thy love yeeld to necessitie : With thee , my friend , too gladly would I stay , And live , and die : were Thomalin away , ( Though now I half unwilling leave his stream ) How ever Chame doth Thirsil lightly deem , Yet would thy Thirsil lesse proud Chamus scorns esteem . Thom. 21 Who now with Thomalin shall sit , and sing ? Who left to play in lovely myrtils shade ? Or tune sweet ditties to as sweet a string ? Who now those wounds shall 'swage in covert glade , Sweet-bitter wounds , which cruel love hath made ? You fisher-boyes , and sea-maids dainty crue , Farewell ; for Thomalin will seek a new , And more respectfull stream : ungratefull Chame adieu . Thirsil . 22 Thomalin , forsake not thou the fisher-swains , Which hold thy stay and love at dearest rate : Here mayst thou live among their sportfull trains , Till better times afford thee better state : Then mayst thou follow well thy guiding fate : So live thou here with peace , and quiet blest ; So let thy love afford thee ease and rest ; So let thy sweetest foe recure thy wounded breast . 23 But thou , proud Chame , which thus hast wrought me spite , Some greater river drown thy hatefull name : Let never myrtle on thy banks delight , But willows pale , the badge of spite and blame , Crown thy ungratefull shores with scorn and shame . Let dirt and mud thy lazie waters seise , Thy weeds still grow , thy waters still decrease : Nor let thy wretched love to Gripus ever cease . 24 Farewell ye streams , which once I loved deare ; Farewell ye boyes , which on your Chame do float ; Muses farewell , if there be Muses here ; Farewell my nets , farewell my little boat : Come sadder pipe , farewell my merry note : My Thomalin , with thee all sweetnesse dwell ; Think of thy Thirsil , Thirsil loves thee well . Thomalin , my dearest deare , my Thomalin , farewell . Dorus. 25 Ah haplesse boy , the fishers joy and pride ! Ah wo is us we cannot help thy wo ! Our pity vain : ill may that swain betide , Whose undeserved spite hath wrong'd thee so . Thirsil , with thee our joy , and wishes go . Myrtil . 26 Dorus , some greater power prevents thy curse : So vile , so basely lives that hatefull swain ; So base , so vile , that none can wish him worse . But Thirsil much a better state doth gain , For never will he finde so thanklesse main . FINIS .
ECLOG . III. MYRTILVS . A Fisher-lad ( no higher dares he look ) Myrtil , sat down by silver Medwayes shore : His dangling nets ( hung on the trembling oare Had leave to play , so had his idle hook , While madding windes the madder Ocean shook . Of Chamus had he learnt to pipe , and sing , And frame low dirties to his humble string . 2 There as his boat late in the river stray'd , A friendly fisher brought the boy to view Coelia the fair , whose lovely beauties drew His heart from him into that heav'nly maid : There all his wandring thoughts , there now they staid . All other fairs , all other love defies , In Coelia he lives , for Coelia dies . 3 Nor durst the coward woo his high desiring , ( For low he was , lower himself accounts ; And she the highest height in worth surmounts ) But sits alone in hell his heav'n admiring , And thinks with sighs to fanne , but blows his firing . Nor does he strive to cure his painfull wound ; For till this sicknesse never was he sound . 4 His blubber'd face was temper'd to the day ; All sad he look't , that sure all was not well ; Deep in his heart was hid an heav'nly hell ; Thick clouds upon his watrie eye-brows lay , Which melting showre , and showring never stay : So sitting down upon the sandy plain , Thus 'gan he vent his grief , and hidden pain ; 5 You sea-born maids , that in the Ocean reigne , ( If in your courts is known Loves matchlesse power , Kindling his fire in your cold watry bower ) Learn by your own to pity others pain . Tryphon , that know'st a thousand herbs in vain , But know'st not one to cure a love-sick heart , See here a wound , that farre outgoes thy art . 6 Your stately seas ( perhaps with loves fire ) glow , And over-seeth their banks with springing tide , Mustring their white-plum'd waves with lordly pride , They soon retire , and lay their curl'd heads low ; So sinking in themselves they backward go : But in my breast full seas of grief remain , Which ever flow , and never ebbe again . 7 How well , fair Thetis , in thy glasse I see , As in a crystal , all my raging pains ! Late thy green fields slept in their even plains , While smiling heav'ns spread round a canopie : Now tost with blasts , and civil enmitie , While whistling windes blow trumpets to their fight , And roaring waves , as drummes , whet on their spite . 8 Such cruel storms my restles heart command : Late thousand joyes securely lodged there , Ne fear'd I then to care , ne car'd to fear ; But pull'd the prison'd fishes to the land , Or ( spite of windes ) pip't on the golden sand : But since love sway'd my breast , these seas alarms Are but dead pictures of my raging harms . 9 Love stirres desire ; desire , like stormy winde , Blows up high swelling waves of hope , and fear : Hope on his top my trembling heart doth bear Up to my heav'n , but straight my lofty minde By fear sunk in despair deep drown'd I finde . But ( ah ! ) your tempests cannot last for ever ; But ( ah ! ) my storms ( I fear ) will leave me never . 10 Haples , and fond ! too fond , more haples swain , Who lovest where th' art scorn'd , scorn'st where th' art loved : Or learn to hate , where thou hast hatred proved ; Or learn to love , where thou art lov'd again : Ah cease to love , or cease to woo thy pain . Thy love thus scorn'd is hell ; do not so earn it ; At least learn by forgetting to unlearn it . 11 Ah fond , and haples swain ! but much more fond , How canst unlearn by learning to forget it , When thought of what thou should'st unlearn does whet it , And surer ties thy minde in captive bond ? Canst thou unlearn a ditty thou hast con'd ? Canst thou forget a song by oft repeating ? Thus much more wilt thou learn by thy forgetting . 12 Haplesse , and fond ! most fond , more haplesse swain ! Seeing thy rooted love will leave thee never , ( She hates thy love ) love thou her hate for ever : In vain thou hop'st , hope yet , though still in vain : Joy in thy grief , and triumph in thy pain : And though reward exceedeth thy aspiring , Live in her love , and die in her admiring . 13 Fair-cruel maid , most cruel , fairer ever , How hath foul rigour stol'n into thy heart ? And on a comick stage hath learnt thee art To play a Tyrant-tragical deceiver ? To promise mercy , but perform it never ? To look more sweet , maskt in thy looks disguise , Then Mercy self can look with Pities eyes ? 14 Who taught thy honied tongue the cunning slight , To melt the ravisht eare with musicks strains ? And charm the sense with thousand pleasing pains ? And yet , like thunder roll'd in flames , and night , To break the rived heart with fear and fright ? How rules therein thy breast , so quiet state , Spite leagu'd with mercy , love with lovelesse hate ? 15 Ah no , fair Coelia , in thy sunne-like eye Heav'n sweetly smiles ; those starres soft loving fire , And living heat , not burning flames inspire : Love's self enthron'd in thy brows ivorie , And every grace in heavens liverie : My wants , not thine , me in despairing drown : When hell presumes , no mar'l if heavens frown . 16 Those gracefull tunes , issuing from glorious spheares , Ravish the eare and soul with strange delight , And with sweet Nectar fill the thirsty sprite ; Thy honied tongue , charming the melted eares , Stills stormy hearts , and quiets frights and fears : My daring heart provokes thee ; and no wonder , When earth so high aspires , if heavens thunder . 17 See , see , fair Coelia , seas are calmly laid , And end their boisterous threats in quiet peace ; The waves their drummes , the windes their trumpets cease : But my sick love ( ah love full ill apayd ! ) Never can hope his storms may be allayd ; But giving to his rage no end , or leisure , Still restles rests : Love knows no mean or measure . 18 Fond boy , she justly scorns thy proud desire , While thou with singing would'st forget thy pain : Go strive to empty the still-flowing main : Go fuell seek to quench thy growing fire : Ah foolish boy ! scorn is thy musicks hire . Drown then these flames in seas : but ( ah ! ) I fear To fire the main , and to want water there . 19 There first thy heav'n I saw , there felt my hell ; There smooth-calm seas rais'd storms of fierce desires ; There cooling waters kindled burning fires , Nor can the Ocean quench them : in thy cell Full stor'd with pleasures , all my pleasures fell . Die then , fond lad : ah , well my death may please thee : But love , ( thy love ) not life , not death , must ease me . 20 So down he swowning sinks ; nor can remove , Till fisher-boyes ( fond fisher-boyes ) revive him , And back again his life and loving give him : But he such wofull gift doth much reprove : Hopelesse his life ; for hopelesse is his love . Go then , most loving , but most dolefull swain : Well may I pitie ; she must cure thy pain . FINIS .
ECLOG . IIII. CHROMIS . Thelgon . Chromis . Thel . CHromis my joy , why drop thy rainie eyes ? And sullen clouds hang on thy heavie brow ? Seems that thy net is rent , and idle lies ; Thy merry pipe hangs broken on a bough : But late thy time in hundred joyes thou spent'st ; Now time spends thee , while thou in vain lament'st . Chrom . 2 Thelgon , my pipe is whole , and nets are new : But nets and pipe contemn'd , and idle lie : My little reed , that late so merry blew , Tunes sad notes to his masters miserie : Time is my foe , and hates my rugged rimes : And I as much hate both that hate , and times . Thel . 3 What is it then that causeth thy unrest ? Or wicked charms ? or loves new-kindled fire ? Ah! much I fear love eats thy tender breast ; Too well I know his never quenched ire , Since I Amyntas lov'd , who me disdains , And loves in me nought but my grief and pains . Chrom . 4 No lack of love did ever breed my smart : I onely learn'd to pity others pain , And ward my breast from his deceiving art : But one I love , and he loves me again ; In love this onely is my greatest sore , He loves so much , and I can love no more . 5 But when the fishers trade , once highly priz'd , And justly honour'd in those better times , By every lozel-groom I see despis'd ; No marvel if I hate my jocond rimes , And hang my pipe upon a willow bough : Might I grieve ever , if I grieve not now . Thel . 6 Ah foolish boy ! why should'st thou so lament To be like him , whom thou dost like so well ? The Prince of fishers thousand tortures rent . To heav'n , lad , thou art bound : the way by hell . Would'st thou ador'd , and great and merry be , When he was mockt , debas'd , and dead for thee ? 7 Mens scorns should rather joy , then sorrow move ; For then thou highest art , when thou art down . Their storms of hate should more blow up my love ; Their laughters my applause , their mocks my crown . Sorrow for him , and shame let me betide , Who for me wretch in shame and sorrow died . Chrom . 8 Thelgon , 't is not my self for whom I plain , My private losse full easie could I bear , If private losse might help the publick gain : But who can blame my grief , or chide my fear , Since now the fishers trade , and honour'd name Is made the common badge of scorn and shame ? 9 Little know they the fishers toilsome pain , Whose labour with his age , still growing , spends not : His care and watchings ( oft mispent in vain ) The early morn begins , dark evening ends not . Too foolish men , that think all labour stands In travell of the feet , and tired hands ! 10 Ah wretched fishers ! born to hate and strife ; To others good , but to your rape and spoil . This is the briefest summe of fishers life , To sweat , to freeze , to watch , to fast , to toil , Hated to love , to live despis'd , forlorn , A sorrow to himself , all others scorn . Thel . 11 Too well I know the fishers thanklesse pain , Yet bear it cheerfully , nor dare repine . To grudge at losse is fond , ( too fond and vain ) When highest causes justly it assigne . Who bites the stone , and yet the dog condemnes , Much worse is then the beast he so contemnes . 12 Chromis , how many fishers dost thou know , That rule their boats , and use their nets aright ? That neither winde , nor time , nor tide foreslow ? Such some have been ; but ( ah ! ) by tempests spite Their boats are lost ; while we may sit and moan , That few were such , and now those few are none . Chrom . 13 Ah cruel spite , and spitefull crueltie , That thus hath robb'd our joy , and desert shore ! No more our seas shall heare your melodie ; Your songs and shrilling pipes shall sound no more : Silent our shores , our seas are vacant quite . Ah spitefull crueltie , and cruel spite ! Thel . 14 In stead of these a crue of idle grooms , Idle , and bold , that never saw the seas , Fearlesse succeed , and fill their empty rooms : Some lazy live , bathing in wealth and ease : Their floating boats with waves have leave to play , Their rusty hooks all yeare keep holy-day . 15 Here stray their skiffes , themselves are never here , Ne're saw their boats : ill mought they fishers be : Mean time some wanton boy the boat doth steer , ( Poore boat the while ! ) that cares as much as he : Who in a brook a whirry cannot row , Now backs the seas , before the seas he know . Chrom . 16 Ah foolish lads , that think with waves to play , And rule rough seas , which never knew command ! First in some river thy new skill assay , Till time and practise teach thy weakly hand : A thin , thin plank keeps in thy vitall breath : Death ready waits . Fond boyes , to play with death ! Thel . 17 Some stretching in their boats supinely sleep , Seasons in vain recall'd , and windes neglecting : Other their hooks and baits in poison steep , Neptune himself with deathfull drugges infecting : The fish their life and death together drink , And dead pollute the seas with venom'd stink . 18 Some teach to work , but have no hands to row : Some will be eyes , but have no light to see : Some will be guides , but have no feet to go : Some deaf , yet eares ; some dumbe , yet tongues will be : Dumbe , deaf , lame , blinde , and maim'd ; yet fishers all : Fit for no use , but store an hospital . 19 Some greater , scorning now their narrow boat , In mighty hulks and ships ( like courts ) do dwell ; Slaving the skiffes that in their seas do float ; Their silken sails with windes do proudly swell ; Their narrow bottomes stretch they large and wide , And make full room for luxurie and pride . 20 Self did I see a swain not long ago , Whose lordly ship kept all the rest in aw : About him thousand boats do waiting row ; His frowns are death , his word is firmest law ; While all the fisher-boyes their bonnets vail , And farre adore their lord with strucken sail . 21 His eare is shut to simple fisher-swain . For Gemma's self ( a sea-nymph great and high ) Upon his boat attended long in vain : What hope , poore fisher-boy may come him nigh ? His speech to her , and presence he denied . Had Neptune come , Neptune he had defied . 22 Where Tybers swelling waves his banks o'reflow , There princely fishers dwell in courtly halls : The trade they scorn , their hands forget to row ; Their trade , to plot their rising , others falls ; Into their seas to draw the lesser brooks , And fish for steeples high with golden hooks . Chrom . 23 Thelgon , how canst thou well that fisher blame , Who in his art so highly doth excell , That with himself can raise the fishers name ? Well may he thrive , that spends his art so well . Ah , little needs their honour to depresse : Little it is ; yet most would have it lesse . Thel . 24 Alas poore boy ! thy shallow-swimming sight Can never dive into their deepest art ; Those silken shews so dimme thy dazel'd sight . Could'st thou unmask their pomp , unbreast their heart , How would'st thou laugh at this rich beggerie ! And learn to hate such happy miserie ! 25 Panting ambition spurres their tired breast : Hope chain'd to doubt , fear linkt to pride and threat , ( Too ill yok't pairs ) give them no time to rest ; Tyrants to lesser boats , slaves to the great . That man I rather pity , then adore , Who fear'd by others much , fears others more . 26 Most cursed town , where but one tyrant reignes : ( Though lesse his single rage on many spent ) But much more miserie that soul remains , When many tyrants in one heart are pent : When thus thou serv'st , the comfort thou canst have From greatnesse is , thou art a greater slave . Chrom . 27 Ah wretched swains , that live in fishers trade ; With inward griefs , and outward wants distressed ; While every day doth more your sorrow lade ; By others scorn'd , and by your selves oppressed ! The great the greater serve , the lesser these : And all their art is how to rise and please . Algon . 28 Those fisher-swains , from whom our trade doth flow , That by the King of seas their skill were taught ; As they their boats on Iordan wave did row , And catching fish , were by a Fisher caught ; ( Ah blessed chance ! much better was the trade , That being fishers , thus were fishes made ) 29 Those happy swains , in outward shew unblest , Were scourg'd , were scorn'd , yet was this losse their gain : By land , by sea , in life , in death , distrest ; But now with King of seas securely reigne : For that short wo in this base earthly dwelling , Enjoying joy all excellence excelling . 30 Then do not thou , my boy , cast down thy minde , But seek to please with all thy busie care The King of seas ; so shalt thou surely finde Rest , quiet , joy , in all this troublous fare . Let not thy net , thy hook , thy singing cease : And pray these tempests may be turn'd to peace . 31 Oh Prince of waters , Soveraigne of seas , Whom storms & calms , whom windes and waves obey ; If ever that great Fisher did thee please , Chide thou the windes , and furious waves allay : So on thy shore the fisher-boys shall sing Sweet songs of peace to our sweet peaces King . FINIS .
ECLOG . V. NICAEA . Damon , Algon , Nicaea . THe well known fisher-boy , that late his name , And place , and ( ah for pity ! ) mirth had changed ; Which from the Muses spring , & churlish Chame Was fled , ( his glory late , but now his shame : For he with spite the gentle boy estranged ) Now 'long the Trent with his new fellows ranged : There Damon ( friendly Damon ) met the boy , Where lordly Trent kisses the Darwin coy , Bathing his liquid streams in lovers melting joy ▪ Damon . 2 Algon , what lucklesse starre thy mirth hath blasted ? My joy in thee , and thou in sorrow drown'd . The yeare with winter storms all rent and wasted Hath now fresh youth and gentler seasons tasted : The warmer sunne his bride hath newly gown'd , With firie arms clipping the wanton ground , And gets an heav'n on earth : that primrose there , Which 'mongst those violets sheds his golden hair , Seems the sunnes little sonne , fixt in his azure spheare . 3 Seest how the dancing lambes on flowrie banks Forget their food , to minde their sweeter play ? Seest how they skip , and in their wanton pranks Bound o're the hillocks , set in sportfull ranks ? They skip , they vault ; full little caren they To make their milkie mothers bleating stay . Seest how the salmons ( waters colder nation ) Lately arriv'd from their sea-navigation , How joy leaps in their heart , shew by their leaping fashion ? 4 What witch enchants thy minde with fullen madnes ? When all things smile , thou onely fitt'st complaining . Algon . Damon , I , onely I , have cause of sadnesse : The more my wo , to weep in common gladnesse : When all eyes shine , mine onely must be raining ; No winter now , but in my breast , remaining : Yet feels this breast a summers burning fever : And yet ( alas ! ) my winter thaweth never : And yet ( alas ! ) this fire eats and consumes me ever . Damon . 5 Within our Darwin , in her rockie cell A Nymph there lives , which thousand boys hath harm'd ; All as she gliding rides in boats of shell , Darting her eye , ( where spite and beauty dwell : Ay me , that spite with beautie should be arm'd ! ) Her witching eye the boy , and boat hath charm'd . No sooner drinks he down that poisonous eye , But mourns and pines : ( ah piteous crueltie ! ) With her he longs to live ; for her he longs to die . Algon . 6 Damon , what Tryphon taught thine eye the art By these few signes to search so soon , so well , A wound deep hid , deep in my fester'd heart , Pierc't by her eye , Loves , and deaths pleasing dart ? Ah , she it is , an earthly heav'n , and hell , Who thus hath charm'd my heart with sugred spell . Ease thou my wound : but ( ah ! ) what hand can ease , Or give a medicine that such wound may please ; When she my sole Physician is my souls disease ? Damon . 7 Poore boy ! the wounds which spite and Love impart , There is no ward to fence , no herb to ease . Heav'ns circling folds lie open to his dart : Hells Lethe's self cools not his burning smart : The fishes cold flame with this strong disease , And want their water in the midst of seas : All are his slaves , hell , earth , and heav'n above : Strive not i' th' net , in vain thy force to prove . Give , woo , sigh , weep , & pray : Love's only cur'd by love . Algon . 8 If for thy love no other cure there be , Love , thou art cureles : gifts , prayers , vows , and art , She scorns both you and me : nay Love , ev'n thee : Thou sigh'st her prisoner , while she laughs as free . What ever charms might move a gentle heart , I oft have try'd , and shew'd the earnfull smart , Which eats my breast : she laughs at all my pain : Art , prayers , vows , gifts , love , grief , she does disdain : Grief , love , gifts , vows , prayers , art ; ye all are spent in vain . Damon . 9 Algon , oft hast thou fisht , but sped not straight ; With hook and net thou beat'st the water round : Oft-times the place thou changest , oft the bait ; And catching nothing , still , and still dost wait : Learn by thy trade to cure thee : time hath found In desp'rate cures a salve for every wound . The fish long playing with the baited hook , At last is caught : Thus many a Nymph is took ; Mocking the strokes of Love , is with her striking strook . Algon . 10 The marbles self is pierc't with drops of rain : Fires soften steel , and hardest metals try : But she more hard then both : such her disdain , That seas of tears , Aetna's of love are vain . In her strange heart ( weep I , burn , pine , or die ) Still reignes a cold , coy , carelesse apathie . The rock that bears her name , breeds that hard stone With goats bloud onely softned , she with none : More precious she , and ( ah ! ) more hard then diamond . 11 That rock I think her mother : thence she took Her name and nature . Damon , Damon , see , See where she comes , arm'd with a line and hook : Tell me , perhaps thou think'st , in that sweet look , The white is beauties native tapestrie ; 'T is crystall , ( friend ) yc'd in the frozen sea : The red is rubies ; these two joyn'd in one , Make up that beauteous frame : the difference none But this ; she is a precious , living , speaking stone . Damon . 12 No gemme so costly , but with cost is bought : The hardest stone is cut , and fram'd by art : A diamond hid in rocks is found , if sought : Be she a diamond , a diamond's wrought . Thy fear congeales , thy fainting steels her heart . I 'le be thy Captain , boy , and take thy part : Alcides self would never combat two . Take courage , Algon ; I will teach thee woo . Cold beggars freez our gifts : thy faint suit breeds her no. 13 Speak to her , boy . Al.

Love is more deaf then blinde .

Damon .

She must be woo'd .

Al.

Love's tongue is in the eyes .

Damon .

Speech is Love's dart .

Al.

Silence best speaks the minde .

Damon .

Her eye invites .

Al.

Thence love and death I finde .

Damon .

Her smiles speak peace .

Al.

Storms breed in smiling skies

Damon .

Who silent loves ?

Al.

Whom speech all hope denies .

Damon .

Why should'st thou fear ?

Al.

To Love Fear 's neare akinne .

Damon . Well , if my cunning fail not , by a gin ( Spite of her scorn , thy fear ) I 'le make thee woo , and winne . 14 What , ho , thou fairest maid , turn back thine oare , And gently deigne to help a fishers smart . Nicaea . Are thy lines broke ? or are thy trammels tore ? If thou desir'st my help , unhide the sore . Ah gentlest Nymph , oft have I heard , thy art Can soveraigne herbs to every grief impart : So mayst thou live the fishers song , and joy , As thou wilt deigne to cure this sickly boy . Unworthy they of art , who of their art are coy . 15 His inward grief in outward change appeares ; His cheeks with sudden fires bright-flaming glow ; Which quencht , end all in ashes : storms of teares Becloud his eyes , which soon forc't smiling cleares : Thick tides of passions ever ebbe , and flow : And as his flesh still wastes , his griefs still grow . Nicaea . Damon , the wounds deep rankling in the minde What herb could ever cure ? what art could finde ? Blinde are mine eyes to see wounds in the soul most blinde . Algon . 16 Hard maid , t' is worse to mock , then make a wound : Why should'st thou then ( fair-cruel ) scorn to see What thou by seeing mad'st ? my sorrows ground Was in thy eye , may by thy eye be found . How can thy eye most sharp in wounding be , In seeing dull ? these two are one in thee , To see , and wound by sight : thy eye the dart . Fair-cruel maid , thou well hast learn'd the art , With the same eye to see , to wound , to cure my heart . Nicaea . 17 What cures thy wounded heart ? Algon .

Thy heart so wounded .

Nicaea .

Is 't love to wound thy love ?

Algon .

Loves wounds are pleasing .

Nicaea .

Why plain'st thou then ?

Al. Because thou art unwounded . Thy wound my cure : on this my plaint is grounded . Nicaea . Cures are diseases , when the wounds are easing : Why would'st thou have me please thee by displeasing ? Algon . Scorn'd love is death ; loves mutuall wounds delighting : Happie thy love , my love to thine uniting . Love paying debts grows rich ; requited in requiting . Damon . 18 What lives alone , Nicaea ? starres most chaste Have their conjunctions , spheares their mixt embraces , And mutuall folds . Nothing can single last : But die in living , in increasing waste . Nicaea .

Their joyning perfects them , but us defaces .

Algon . That 's perfect which obtains his end : your graces Receive their end in love . She that 's alone Dies as she lives : no number is in one : Thus while she 's but her self , she 's not her self , she 's none . Nicaea . 19 Why blam'st thou then my stonie hard confection , Which nothing loves ? thou single nothing art . Algon . Love perfects what it loves ; thus thy affection Married to mine , makes mine and thy perfection . Nicaea . Well then , to passe our Tryphon in his art , And in a moment cure a wounded heart ; If fairest Darwin , whom I serve , approve Thy suit , and thou wilt not thy heart remove ; I 'le joyn my heart to thine , and answer thee in love . 20 The sunne is set ; adieu . Algon . 'T is set to me ; Thy parting is my ev'n , thy presence light . Nicaea .

Farewell .

Algon . Thou giv'st thy wish ; it is in thee : Unlesse thou wilt , haplesse I cannot be . Damon . Come Algon , cheerly home ; the theevish night Steals on the world , and robs our eyes of sight . The silver streams grow black : home let us coast : There of loves conquest may we safely boast : Soonest in love he winnes , that oft in love hath lost . FINIS .
ECLOG . VI. THOMALIN . Thirsil , Thomalin . A Fisher-boy that never knew his peer In daintie songs , the gentle Thomalin , With folded arms , deep sighs , & heavy cheer Where hundred Nymphs , & hundred Muses inne , Sunk down by Chamus brinks ; with him his deare , Deare Thirsil lay ; oft times would he begin To cure his grief , and better way advise ; But still his words , when his sad friend he spies , Forsook his silent tongue , to speak in watrie eyes . 2 Under a sprouting vine they carelesse lie , Whose tender leaves bit with the Eastern blast , But now were born , and now began to die ; The latter warned by the formers haste , Thinly for fear salute the envious skie : Thus as they sat , Thirsil embracing fast His loved friend , feeling his panting heart To give no rest to his increasing smart , At length thus spake , while sighs words to his grief impart : Thirsil . 3 Thomalin , I see thy Thirsil thou neglect'st , Some greater love holds down thy heart in fear ; Thy Thirsils love , and counsel thou reject'st ; Thy soul was wont to lodge within my eare : But now that port no longer thou respect'st ; Yet hath it still been safely harbour'd there . My eare is not acquainted with my tongue , That either tongue , or eare should do thee wrong : Why then should'st thou conceal thy hidden grief so long ? Thom. 4 Thirsil , it is thy love that makes me hide My smother'd grief from thy known faithfull eare : May still my Thirsil safe , and merry 'bide ; Enough is me my hidden grief to bear : For while thy breast in hav'n doth safely ride , My greater half with thee rides safely there . Thirsil . So thou art well ; but still my better part , My Thomalin , sinks loaden with his smart : Thus thou my finger cur'st , and wound'st my bleeding heart . 5 How oft hath Thomalin to Thirsil vowed , That as his heart , so he his love esteem'd ! Where are those oaths ? where is that heart bestowed , Which hides it from that breast which deare it deem'd , And to that heart room in his heart allowed ? That love was never love , but onely seem'd . Tell me , my Thomalin , what envious thief Thus robs thy joy : tell me , my liefest lief : Thou little lov'st me , friend , if more thou lov'st thy grief . Thom. 6 Thirsil , my joyous spring is blasted quite , And winter storms prevent the summers ray : All as this vine , whose green the Eastern spite Hath di'd to black , his catching arms decay , And letting go their hold for want of might , Mar'l winter comes so soon , in first of May. Thirsil . Yet see the leaves do freshly bud again : Thou drooping still di'st in this heavie strain : Nor can I see or end or cause of all thy pain . Thom. 7 No marvel , Thirsil , if thou dost not know This grief , which in my heart lies deeply drown'd : My heart it self , though well it feels his wo , Knows not the wo it feels : the worse my wound , Which though I rankling finde , I cannot show . Thousand fond passions in my breast abound ; Fear leagu'd to joy , hope and despair together , Sighs bound to smiles ; my heart though prone to either , While both it would obey , 'twixt both obeyeth neither 8 Oft blushing flames leap up into my face ; My guiltlesse cheek such purple flash admires : Oft stealing tears slip from mine eyes apace , As if they meant to quench those causelesse fires . My good I hate ; my hurt I glad embrace : My heart though griev'd , his grief as joy desires : I burn , yet know no fuel to my firing : My wishes know no want , yet still desiring : Hope knows not what to hope , yet still in hope aspiring . Thirsil . 9 Too true my fears : alas , no wicked sprite , No writhel'd witch , with spells or powerfull charms , Or hellish herbs digg'd in as hellish night , Gives to thy heart these oft and fierce alarms : But Love , too hatefull Love , with pleasing spite , And spitefull pleasure , thus hath bred thy harms , And seeks thy mirth with pleasance to destroy . 'T is Love , my Thomalin , my liefest boy ; 'T is Love robs me of thee , and thee of all thy joy . Thomal . 10 Thirsil , I ken not what is hate , or Love , Thee well I love , and thou lov'st me as well ; Yet joy , no torment , in this passion prove : But often have I heard the fishers tell , He 's not inferiour to the mighty Iove ; Iove heaven rules ; Love Iove , heav'n , earth , and hell : Tell me , my friend , if thou dost better know : Men say , he goes arm'd with his shafts , and bow , Two darts , one swift as fire , as lead the other slow . Thirsil . 11 Ah heedlesse boy ! Love is not such a lad , As he is fancy'd by the idle swain ; With bow and shafts , and purple feathers clad ; Such as Diana ( with her buskin'd train Of armed Nymphs along the forrests glade With golden quivers ) in Thessalian plain , In level race outstrips the jumping Deer With nimble feet ; or with a mighty spear Flings down a bristled bore , or els a squalid bear . 12 Love 's sooner felt , then seen : his substance thinne Betwixt those snowy mounts in ambush lies : Oft in the eyes he spreads his subtil ginne ; He therefore soonest winnes , that fastest flies . Fly thence my deare , fly fast , my Thomalin : Who him encounters once , for ever dies : But if he lurk between the ruddy lips , Unhappie soul that thence his Nectar sips , While down into his heart the sugred poison slips ! 13 Oft in a voice he creeps down through the eare : Oft from a blushing cheek he lights his fire : Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair : Oft in a soft-smooth skin doth close retire : Oft in a smile ; oft in a silent tear : And if all fail , yet Vertue 's self he 'l hire : Himself 's a dart , when nothing els can move . Who then the captive soul can well reprove , When Love , and Vertue 's self become the darts of Love ? Thom. 14 Sure , Love it is , which breeds this burning fever : For late ( yet all too soon ) on Venus day , I chanc't ( Oh cursed chance , yet blessed ever ! ) As carelesse on the silent shores I stray , Five Nymphs to see ( five fairer saw I never ) Upon the golden sand to dance and play : The rest among , yet farre above the rest , Sweet Melite , by whom my wounded breast , Though rankling still in grief , yet joyes in his unrest . 15 There to their sportings while I pipe , and sing , Out from her eyes I felt a firie beam , And pleasing heat ( such as in first of Spring From Sol , inn'd in the Bull , do kindly stream ) To warm my heart , and with a gentle sting Blow up desire : yet little did I dream Such bitter fruits from such sweet roots could grow , Or from so gentle eye such spite could flow : For who could fire expect hid in an hill of snow ? 16 But when those lips ( those melting lips ) I prest , I lost my heart , which sure she stole away : For with a blush she soon her guilt confest , And sighs ( which sweetest breath did soft convey ) Betraid her theft : from thence my flaming breast Like thundring Aetna burns both night and day : All day she present is , and in the night My wakefull fancie paints her full to sight : Absence her presence makes , darknes presents her light . Thirsil . 17 Thomalin , too well those bitter sweets I know , Since fair Nicaea bred my pleasing smart : But better times did better reason show , And cur'd those burning wounds with heav'nly art . Those storms of looser fire are laid full low ; And higher love safe anchours in my heart : So now a quiet calm does safely reigne . And if my friend think not my counsel vain ; Perhaps my art may cure , or much asswage thy pain . Thom. 18 Thirsil , although this witching grief doth please My captive heart , and Love doth more detest The cure , and curer , then the sweet disease ; Yet if my Thirsil doth the cure request , This storm , which rocks my heart in slumbring ease , Spite of it self , shall yeeld to thy behest . Thirsil . Then heark how Tryphons self did salve my paining , While in a rock I sat of love complaining ; My wounds with herbs , my grief with counsel sage restraining . 19 But tell me first ; Why should thy partial minde More Melite , then all the rest approve ? Thom. Thirsil , her beautie all the rest did blinde , That she alone seem'd worthy of my love . Delight upon her face , and sweetnesse shin'd : Her eyes do spark as starres , as starres do move : Like those twin-fires , which on our masts appear , And promise calms . Ah that those flames so clear To me alone should raise such storms of hope and fear ! Thirsil . 20 If that which to thy minde doth worthiest seem , By thy wel-temper'd soul is most affected ; Canst thou a face worthy thy love esteem ? What in thy soul then love is more respected ? Those eyes which in their spheare thou , fond , dost deem Like living starres , with some disease infected , Are dull as leaden drosse : those beauteous rayes , So like a rose , when she her breast displayes , Are like a rose indeed ; as sweet , as soon decayes . 21 Art thou in love with words ? her words are winde , As flit as is their matter , flittest aire . Her beautie moves ? can colours move thy minde ? Colours in scorned weeds more sweet , and fair . Some pleasing qualitie thy thoughts doth binde ? Love then thy self . Perhaps her golden hair ? False metall , which to silver soon descends ! Is 't pleasure then which so thy fancie bends ? Poore pleasure , that in pain begins , in sorrow ends ! 22 What ? is 't her company so much contents thee ? How would she present stirre up stormy weather , When thus in absence present she torments thee ? Lov'st thou not one , but all these joyn'd together ? All 's but a woman . Is 't her love that rents thee ? Light windes , light aire ; her love more light then either . If then due worth thy true affection moves , Here is no worth . Who some old hagge approves , And scorns a beauteous spouse , he rather dotes , then loves . 23 Then let thy love mount from these baser things , And to the highest love , and worth aspire : Love 's born of fire , fitted with mounting wings ; That at his highest he might winde him higher ; Base love , that to base earth so basely clings ! Look as the beams of that celestiall fire Put out these earthly flames with purer ray ▪ So shall that love this baser heat allay , And quench these coals of earth with his more heav'nly day . 24 Raise then thy prostrate love with towring thought ; And clog it not in chains , and prison here : The God of fishers deare thy love hath bought : Most deare he loves : for shame , love thou as deare . Next , love thou there , where best thy love is sought ; My self , or els some other fitting peer . Ah might thy love with me forever dwell ! Why should'st thou hate thy heav'n , and love thy hell ? She shall not more deserve , nor cannot love so well . 25 Thus Tryphon once did wean my fond affection ; Then fits a salve unto th' infected place , ( A salve of soveraigne and strange confection ) Nepenthe mixt with Rue , and Herb-de-grace : So did he quickly heal this strong infection , And to my self restor'd my self apace . Yet did he not my love extinguish quite : I love with sweeter love , and more delight : But most I love that Love , which to my love ha's right . Thom. 26 Thrice happy thou that could'st ! my weaker minde Can never learn to climbe so lofty flight . Thirsil . If from this love thy will thou canst unbinde ; To will , is here to can : will gives thee might : 'T is done , if once thou wilt ; 't is done , I finde . Now let us home : for see , the creeping night Steals from those further waves upon the land . To morrow shall we feast ; then hand in hand Free will we sing , and dance along the golden sand . FINIS .
ECLOG . VII . The PRIZE . Thirsil , Daphnis , Thomalin . AVrora from old Tithons frosty bed ( Cold , wintry , wither'd Tithon ) early creeps ; Her cheek with grief was pale , with angerred ; Out of her window close she blushing peeps ; Her weeping eyes in pearled dew she steeps , Casting what sportlesse nights she ever led : She dying lives , to think he 's living dead . Curst be , and cursed is that wretched fire , That yokes green youth with age , want with desire . Who ties the sunne to snow ? or marries frost to fire ? 2 The morn saluting , up I quickly rise , And to the green I poste ; for on this day Shepherd and fisher-boyes had set a prize , Upon the shore to meet in gentle fray , Which of the two should sing the choicest lay ; Daphnis the shepherds lad , whom Mira's eys Had kill'd ; yet with such wound he gladly dies : Thomalin the fisher , in whose heart did reigne Stella ; whose love his life , and whose disdain Seems worse then angry skies , or never quiet main . 3 There soon I view the merry shepherd-swains March three by three , clad all in youthfull green : And while the sad recorder sweetly plains , Three lovely Nymphs ( each several row between , More lovely Nymphs could no where els be seen , Whose faces snow their snowy garments stains ) With sweeter voices fit their pleasing strains . Their flocks flock round about ; the horned rammes , And ewes go silent by , while wanton lambes Dancing along the plains , forget their milky dammes . 4 Scarce were the shepherds set , but straight in sight The fisher-boyes came driving up the stream ; Themselves in blue , and twenty sea-nymphs bright In curious robes , that well the waves might seem : All dark below , the top like frothy cream : Their boats and masts with flowres , and garlands dight ; And round the swannes guard them with armies white : Their skiffes by couples dance to sweetest sounds , Which running corners breath to full plain grounds , That strikes the rivers face , and thence more sweet rebounds . 5 And now the Nymphs and swains had took their place ; First those two boyes ; Thomalin the fishers pride , Daphnis the shepherds : Nymphs their right hand grace ; And choicest swains shut up the other side : So sit they down in order fit appli'd ; Thirsil betwixt them both , in middle space : ( Thirsil their judge , who now 's a shepherd base , But late a fisher-swain , till envious Chame Had rent his nets , and sunk his boat with shame ; So robb'd the boyes of him , and him of all his game ) Thirsil . 6 So as they sit , thus Thirsil 'gins the lay ; You lovely boyes , ( the woods , and Oceans pride ) Since I am judge of this sweet peacefull fray , First tell us , where , and when your Loves you spied : And when in long discourse you well are tried , Then in short verse by turns we 'l gently play : In love begin , in love we 'l end the day . Daphnis , thou first ; to me you both are deare : Ah , if I might , I would not judge , but heare : Nought have I of a judge , but an impartiall eare . Daph. 7 Phoebus , if as thy words , thy oaths are true ; Give me that verse which to the honour'd bay ( That verse which by thy promise now is due ) To honour'd Daphne in a sweet tun'd lay ( Daphne thy chang'd , thy love unchanged aye ) Thou sangest late , when she now better staid , More humane when a tree , then when a maid , Bending her head , thy love with gentle signe repaid . 8 What tongue , what thought can paint my Loves perfection ? So sweet hath nature pourtray'd every part , That art will prove that artists imperfection , Who , when no eye dare view , dares limme her face , Phoebus , in vain I call thy help to blaze More light then thine , a light that never fell : Thou tell'st what 's done in heav'n , in earth , and hell : Her worth thou mayst admire ; there are no words to tell . 9 She is like thee , or thou art like her , rather : Such as her hair , thy beams ; thy single light , As her twin-sunnes : that creature then , I gather , Twice heav'nly is , where two sunnes shine so bright : So thou , as she , confound'st the gazing sight : Thy absence is my night ; her absence hell . Since then in all thy self she doth excell , What is beyond thy self , how canst thou hope to tell ? 10 First her I saw , when tir'd with hunting toyl , In shady grove spent with the weary chace , Her naked breast lay open to the spoil ; The crystal humour trickling down apace , Like ropes of pearl , her neck and breast enlace : The aire ( my rivall aire ) did coolly glide Through every part : such when my Love I spi'd , So soon I saw my Love , so soon I lov'd , and di'd . 11 Her face two colours paint ; the first a flame , ( Yet she all cold ) a flame in rosie die , Which sweetly blushes like the mornings shame : The second snow , such as on Alps doth lie , And safely there the sunne doth bold defie : Yet this cold snow can kindle hot desire . Thou miracle ; mar'l not , if I admire , How flame should coldly freez , and snow should burn as fire . 12 Her slender waste , her hand , that dainty breast , Her cheek , her forehead , eye , and flaming hair , And those hid beauties ; which must sure be best , In vain to speak , when words will more impair : Of all the fairs she is the fairest fair . Cease then vain words ; well may you shew affection , But not her worth : the minde her sweet perfection Admires : how should it then give the lame tongue direction ? Thom. 13 Unlesse thy words be flitting as thy wave , Proteus , that song into my breast inspire , With which the seas ( when loud they rore and rave ) Thou softly charm'st , and windes intestine ire ( When 'gainst heav'n , earth , and seas they did conspire ) Thou quiet laid'st : Proteus , thy song to heare , Seas listning stand , and windes to whistle fear ; The lively Delphins dance , and brisly Seales give eare . 14 Stella , my starre-like love , my lovely starre : Her hair a lovely brown , her forehead high , And lovely fair ; such her cheeks roses are : Lovely her lip , most lovely is her eye : And as in each of these all love doth lie ; So thousand loves within her minde retiring , Kindle ten thousand loves with gentle firing . Ah let me love my Love , not live in loves admiring ? 15 At Proteus feast , where many a goodly boy , And many a lovely lasse did lately meet ; There first I found , there first I lost my joy : Her face mine eye , her voice mine eare did greet ; While eare & eye strove which should be most sweet , That face , or voice : but when my lips at last Saluted hers , those senses strove as fast , Which most those lips did please ; the eye , eare , touch , or taste . 16 The eye sweares , never fairer lip was eyed ; The eare with those sweet relishes delighted , Thinks them the spheares ; the taste that nearer tried Their relish sweet , the soul to feast invited ; The touch , with pressure soft more close united , Wisht ever there to dwell ; and never cloyed , ( While thus their joy too greedy they enjoyed ) Enjoy'd not half their joy , by being overjoyed . 17 Her hair all dark more clear the white doth show , And with its night her faces morn commends : Her eye-brow black , like to an ebon bow ; Which sporting Love upon her forehead bends , And thence his never-missing arrow sends . But most I wonder how that jetty ray , Which those two blackest sunnes do fair display , Should shine so bright , & night should make so sweet a day . 18 So is my love an heav'n ; her hair a night : Her shining forehead Dian's silver light : Her eyes the starres ; their influence delight : Her voice the sphears ; her cheek Aurora bright : Her breast the globes , where heav'ns path milkie-white Runnes 'twixt those hills : her hand ( Arions touch ) As much delights the eye , the eare as much . Such is my Love , that , but my Love , was never such . Thirsil . 19 The earth her robe , the sea her swelling tide ; The trees their leaves , the moon her divers face ; The starres their courses , flowers their springing pride ; Dayes change their length , the Sunne his daily race : Be constant when you love ; Love loves not ranging : Change when you sing ; Muses delight in changing . Daph. 20 Pan loves the pine-tree ; Iove the oak approves ; High populars Alcides temples crown : Phoebus , though in a tree , still Daphne loves , And hyacinths , though living now in ground : Shepherds , if you your selves would victours see , Girt then this head with Phoebus flower and tree . Thom. 21 Alcinous peares , Pomona apples bore : Bacchus the vine , the olive Pallas chose : Venus loves myrtils , myrtils love the shore : Venus Adonis loves , who freshly blowes , Yet breathes no more : weave , lads , with myrtils roses And bay , and hyacinth the garland loses . Daph. 22 Mira , thine eyes are those twin-heav'nly powers , Which to the widowed earth new offspring bring : No marvel then , if still thy face so flowers , And cheeks with beauteous blossomes freshly spring : So is thy face a never-fading May : So is thine eye a never-falling day . Thom. 23 Stella , thine eyes are those twin-brothers fair , Which tempests slake , and promise quiet seas : No marvel then if thy brown shadie hair , Like night , por tend sweet rest and gentle ease . Thus is thine eye an ever-calming light : Thus is thy hair a lovers ne'r-spent night . Daph. 24 If sleepy poppies yeeld to lilies white ; If black to snowy lambes ; if night to day ; If Western shades to fair Aurora's light ; Stella must yeeld to Mira's shining ray . In day we sport , in day we shepherds toy : The night , for wolves ; the light , the shepherds joy . Thom. 25 Who white-thorn equalls with the violet ? What workman rest compares with painfull light ? Who weares the glaring glasse , and scorns the jet ? Day yeeld to her , that is both day and night . In night the fishers thrive , the workmen play ; Love loves the night ; night's lovers holy-day . Daph. 26 Fly thou the seas , fly farre the dangerous shore : Mira , if thee the king of seas should spie , He 'l think Medusa ( sweeter then before ) With fairer hair , and double fairer eye , Is chang'd again ; and with thee ebbing low , In his deep courts again will never flow . Thom. 27 Stella , avoid both Phoebus eare , and eye : His musick he will scorn , if thee he heare : Thee Daphne , ( if thy face by chance he spie ) Daphne now fairer chang'd , he 'l rashly sweare : And viewing thee , will later rise and fall ; Or viewing thee , will never rise at all . Daph. 28 Phoebus and Pan both strive my love to gain , And seek by gifts to winne my carelesse heart ; Pan vows with lambes to fill the fruitfull plain ; Apollo offers skill , and pleasing art : But Stella , if thou grant my suit , a kisse ; Phoebus and Pan their suit , my love , shall misse . Thom. 29 Proteus himself , and Glaucus seek unto me ; And twenty gifts to please my minde devise : Proteus with songs , Glaucus with fish doth woo me : Both strive to winne , but I them both despise : For if my Love my love will entertain , Proteus himself , and Glaucus seek in vain . Daph. 30 Two twin , two spotted lambes , ( my songs reward ) With them a cup I got , where Jove assumed New shapes , to mock his wives too jealous guard ; Full of Joves fires it burns still unconsumed : But Mira , if thou gently deigne to shine , Thine be the cup , the spotted lambes be thine . Thom. 31 A pair of swannes are mine , and all their train ; With them a cup , which Thetis self bestowed , As she of love did heare me sadly plain ; A pearled cup , where Nectar oft hath flowed : But if my Love will love the gift , and giver ; Thine be the cup , thine be the swannes for ever . Daph. 32 Thrice happy swains ! thrice happy shepherds fate ! Thom. Ah blessed life ! ah blessed fishers state ! Your pipes asswage your love ; your nets maintain you . Daph. Your lambkins clothe you warm ; your flocks sustain you : Your fear no stormie seas , nor tempests roaring . Thom. You sit not rots or burning starres deploring : In calms you fish ; in roughs use songs and dances . Daph. More do you fear your Loves sweet-bitter glances , Then certain fate , or fortune ever changing . Thom. Ah that the life in seas so safely ranging , Should with loves weeping eye be sunk , and drown'd ! Daph. The shepherds life Phoebus a shepherd crown'd , His snowy flocks by stately Peneus leading . Thom. What herb was that , on which old Glaucus feeding , Grows never old , but now the gods augmenteth ? Daph. Delia her self her rigour hard relenteth : To play with shepherds boy she 's not ashamed . Thom. Venus , of frothy seas thou first wast framed ; The waves thy cradle : now Love's Queen art named . Daph. 33 Thou gentle boy , what prize may well reward thee ? So slender gift as this not half requites thee . May prosperous starres , and quiet seas regard thee ; But most , that pleasing starre that most delights thee : May Proteus still and Glaucus dearest hold thee ; But most , her influence all safe infold thee : May she with gentle beams from her fair sphear behold thee . Thom. 34 As whistling windes 'gainst rocks their voices tearing ; As rivers through the valleys softly gliding ; As haven after cruel tempests fearing ; Such , fairest boy , such is thy verses sliding . Thine be the prize : may Pan and Phoebus grace thee ; Most , whom thou most admir'st , may she embrace thee ; And flaming in thy love , with snowy arms enlace thee . Thirsil . 35 You lovely boyes , full well your art you guided ; That with your striving songs your strife is ended : So you your selves the cause have well decided ; And by no judge can your award be mended . Then since the prize for onely one intended You both refuse , we justly may reserve it , And as your offering in Love's temple serve it ; Since none of both deserve , when both so well deserve it . 36 Yet , for such songs should ever be rewarded ; Daphnis , take thou this hook of ivory clearest , Giv'n me by Pan , when Pan my verse regarded : This fears the wolf , when most the wolf thou fearest . But thou , my Thomalin , my love , my dearest , Take thou this pipe , which oft proud storms restrained ; Which , spite of Chamus spite , I still retained : Was never little pipe more soft , more sweetly plained . 37 And you , fair troop , if Thirsil you disdain not , Vouch safe with me to take some short refection : Excesse , or daints my lowly roofs maintain not ; Peares , apples , plummes , no sugred made confection . So up they rose , and by Love's sweet direction Sea-nymphs with shepherds sort : sea-boyes complain not That wood-nymphs with like love them entertain not . And all the day to songs and dances lending , Too swift it runnes , and spends too fast in spending . With day their sports began , with day they take their ending .
FINIS .
POETICALL MISCELLANIES .
An Hymen at the Marriage of my most deare Cousins Mr. W. and M. R. CHamus , that with thy yellow-sanded stream Slid'st softly down where thousand Muses dwell , Gracing their bowres , but thou more grac'd by them ; Heark Chamus , from thy low-built greeny cell ; Heark , how our Kentish woods with Hymen ring , While all the Nymphs , and all the shepherds sing , Hymen , oh Hymen , here thy saffron garment bring . With him a shoal of goodly shepherd-swains ; Yet he more goodly then the goodliest swain : With her a troop of fairest wood-nymphs trains ; Yet the more fair then fairest of the train : And all in course their voice attempering , While the woods back their bounding Echo fling , Hymen , come holy Hymen ; Hymen lowd they sing . His high-built forehead almost maiden fair , Hath made an hundred Nymphs her chance envying : Her more then silver skin , and golden hair , Cause of a thousand shepherds forced dying . Where better could her love then here have nested ? Or he his thoughts more daintily have feasted ? Hymen , come Hymen ; here thy saffron coat is rested . His looks resembling humble Majesty , Rightly his fairest mothers grace besitteth : In her face blushing , fearfull modesty , The Queens of chastity and beauty , sitteth : There cheerfulnesse all sadnesse farre exileth : Here love with bow unbent all gently smileth . Hymen come , Hymen come ; no spot thy garment' fileth . Love's bow in his bent eye-brows bended lies , And in his eyes a thousand darts of loving : Her shining starres , which ( fools ) we oft call eyes , As quick as heav'n it self in speedy moving ; And this in both the onely difference being , Other starres blinde , these starres indu'd with seeing . Hymen , come Hymen ; all is for thy rites agreeing . His breast a shelf of purest alabaster , Where Love's self sailing often shipwrackt sitteth : Hers a twin-rock , unknown but to th' ship-master ; Which though him safe receives , all other splitteth : Both Love's high-way , yet by Love's self unbeaten , Most like the milky path which crosses heaven . Hymen , come Hymen ; all their marriage joyes are even . And yet all these but as gilt covers be ; Within , a book more fair we written finde : For Nature , framing th' Alls epitome , Set in the face the Index of the minde . Their bodies are but Temples , built for state , To shrine the Graces in their silver plate : Come Hymen , Hymen come , these Temples consecrate . Hymen , the tier of hearts already tied ; Hymen , the end of lovers never ending ; Hymen , the cause of joyes , joyes never tried ; Joyes never to be spent , yet ever spending : Hymen , that sow'st with men the desert sands ; Come , bring with thee , come bring thy sacred bands : Hymen , come Hymen , th' hearts are joyn'd , joyn thou the hands . Warrant of lovers , the true seal of loving , Sign'd with the face of joy ; the holy knot , That bindes two hearts , and holds from slippery moving ; A gainfull losse , a stain without a blot ; That mak'st one soul as two , and two as one ; Yoke lightning burdens ; love's foundation : Hymen , come Hymen , now untie the maiden zone . Thou that mad'st Man a brief of all thou mad'st , A little living world , and mad'st him twain , Dividing him whom first thou one creat'st , And by this bond mad'st one of two again , Bidding her cleave to him , and him to her , And leave their parents , when no parents were : Hymen , send Hymen from thy sacred bosome here . See where he goes , how all the troop he cheereth , Clad with a saffron coat , in 's hand a light ; In all his brow not one sad cloud appeareth : His coat all pure , his torch all burning bright . Now chant we Hymen , shepherds ; Hymen sing : See where he goes , as fresh as is the Spring . Hymen , oh Hymen , Hymen , all the valleys ring . Oh happy pair , where nothing wants to either , Both having to content , and be contented ; Fortune and nature being spare to neither ! Ne're may this bond of holy love be rented , But like two parallels , run a level race , In just proportion , and in even space . Hymen , thus Hymen will their spotlesse marriage grace . Live each of other firmly lov'd , and loving ; As farre from hate , as self-ill , jealousie : Moving like heav'n still in the self same moving ; In motion ne're forgetting constancy . Be all your dayes as this ; no cause to plain : Free from satiety , or ( but lovers ) pain . Hymen , so Hymen still their present joyes maintain .
To my beloved Cousin W. R. Esquire . Calend. Ianuar. COusin , day-birds are silenc't , and those fowl Yet onely sing , which hate warm Phoebus light ; Th' unlucky * Parra , and death-boding Owl , Which ush'ring in to heav'n their mistresse Night , Hollow their mates , triumphing o're the quick-spent light . The wronged Philomel hath left to plain Tereus constraint and cruel ravishment : Seems the poore bird hath lost her tongue again . Progne long since is gone to banishment ; And the loud-tuned Thrush leaves all her merriment . All so my frozen Muse , hid in my breast , To come into the open aire refuses ; And dragg'd at length from hence , doth oft protest , This is no time for Phoebus-loving Muses ; When the farre-distant sunne our frozen coast disuses . Then till the sunne , which yet in fishes hasks , Or watry urn , impounds his fainting head , 'Twixt Taurus horns his warmer beam unmasks , And sooner rises , later goes to bed ; Calling back all the flowers , now to their mother fled : Till Philomel resumes her tongue again , And Progne fierce returns from long exiling ; Till the shrill Blackbird chants his merry vein ; And the day-birds the long-liv'd sunne beguiling , Renew their mirth , and the yeares pleasant smiling : Here must I stay , in sullen study pent , Among our Cambridge fennes my time misspending ; But then revisit our long-long'd-for Kent . Till then live happy , the time ever mending : Happy the first o' th' yeare , thrice happy be the ending .
To Master W. C. WIlly my deare , that late by Haddam sitting , By little Haddam , in those private shades , Unto thy fancie thousand pleasures fitting , With dainty Nymphs in those retired glades , Didst spend thy time ; ( time that too quickly fades ) Ah! much I fear , that those so pleasing toyes Have too much lull'd thy sense and minde in slumbring joyes . Now art thou come to nearer Maddingly , Which with fresh sport and pleasure doth enthrall thee ; There new delights withdraw thy eare , thy eye ; Too much I fear , left some ill chance befall thee : Heark , how the Cambridge Muses thence recall thee ; Willy our deare , Willy his time abuses : But sure thou hast forgot our Chame , and Cambridge Muses . Return now , Willy ; now at length return thee : Here thou and I , under the sprouting vine , By yellow Chame , where no hot ray shall burn thee , Will fit , and sing among the Muses nine ; And safely cover'd from the scalding shine , We 'l read that Mantuan shepherds sweet complaining Whom fair Alexis griev'd with his unjust disdaining : And when we list to lower notes descend , Heare Thirsil's moan , and Fusca's crueltie : He cares not now his ragged flock to tend , Fusca his care , but carelesse enemie : Hope oft he sees shine in her humble eye ; But soon her angrie words of hope deprives him : So often dies with love , but love as oft revives him .
To my ever honoured Cousin W. R. Esquire . STrange power of home , with how strong-twisted arms And Gordian-twined knot dost thou enchain me ! Never might fair Calisto's doubled charms , Nor powerfull Circe's whispring so detain me , Though all her art she spent to entertain me ; Their presence could not force a weak desire : But ( oh ! ) thy powerfull absence breeds still-growing fire . By night thou try'st with strong imagination To force my sense 'gainst reason to belie it : Me thinks I see the fast-imprinted fashion Of every place , and now I fully eye it ; And though with fear , yet cannot well denie it , Till the morn bell awakes me ; then for spite I shut mine eyes again , and wish back such a night . But in the day , my never-slak't desire Will cast to prove by welcome forgerie , That for my absence I am much the nigher ; Seeking to please with soothing flatterie . Love's wing is thought ; and thought will soonest fly , Where it findes want : then as our love is dearer , Absence yeelds presence ; distance makes us nearer . Ah! might I in some humble Kentish dale For ever eas'ly spend my slow-pac't houres ; Much should I scorn fair Aeton's pleasant vale , Or Windsor Tempe's self , and proudest towers : There would I sit safe from the stormie showers , And laugh the troublous windes , and angrie skie . Piping ( ah ! ) might I live , and piping might I die ! And would my luckie fortune so much grace me , As in low Cranebrook , or high Brenchly's hill , Or in some cabin neare thy dwelling place me , There would I gladly sport , and sing my fill , And teach my tender Muse to raise her quill ; And that high Mantuan shepherd self to dare ; If ought with that high Mantuan shepherd mought compare . There would I chant either thy Gemma's praise , Or els my Fusca ; ( fairest shepherdesse ) Or when me list my slender pipe to raise , Sing of Eliza's fixed mournfulnesse , And much bewail such wofull heavinesse ; Whil'st she a dear-lov'd Hart ( ah lucklesse ! ) slew : Whose fall she all too late , too soon , too much , did rue . But seeing now I am not as I would , But here among th' unhonour'd willows shade , The muddy Chame doth me enforced hold ; Here I forsweare my merry piping trade : My little pipe of seven reeds ymade ( Ah pleasing pipe ! ) I 'le hang upon this bough . Thou Chame , and Chamish Nymphs , bear witnesse of my vow .
To E. C. in Cambridge , my sonne by the University . WHen first my minde call'd it self in to think , There fell a strife not easie for to end ; Which name should first crown the white papers brink , An awing father , or an equall friend : Fortune gives choice of either to my minde ; Both bonds to tie the soul , it never move ; That of commanding , this of easie love . The lines of love , which from a fathers heart Are draw'n down to the sonne ; and from the sonne Ascend to th' father , draw'n from every part , Each other cut , and from the first transition Still further wander with more wide partition : But friends , like parallels , runne a level race , In just proportion , and most even space . Then since a double choice , double affection Hath plac't it self in my twice-loving breast ; No title then can adde to this perfection , Nor better that , which is alreadie best : So naming one , I must implie the rest ; The same a father , and a friend ; or rather , Both one ; a father-friend , and a friend-father . No marvel then the difference of the place Makes in my minde at all no difference : For love is not produc'd or penn'd in space , Having i' th' soul his onely residence . Love's fire is thought ; and thought is never thence , Where it feels want : then where a love is deare , The minde in farthest distance is most neare . Me Kent holds fast with thousand sweet embraces ; ( There mought I die with thee , there with thee live ! ) All in the shades , the Nymphs and naked Graces Fresh joyes and still-succeeding pleasures give ; So much we sport , we have no time to grieve : Here do we sit , and laugh white-headed caring ; And know no sorrow simple pleasures marring . A crown of wood-nymphs spread i' th' graffie plain Sit round about , no niggards of their faces ; Nor do they cloud their fair with black disdain ; All to my self will they impart their graces : Ah! not such joyes finde I in other places : To them I often pipe , and often sing , Sweet notes to sweeter voices tempering . And now but late I sang the Hymen toyes Of two fair lovers , ( fairer were there never ) That in one bed coupled their spousall joyes ; Fortune and Nature being scant to neither : What other dare not wish , was full in either . Thrice happie bed , thrice happie lovers firing , Where present blessings have out-stript desiring ! And when me list to sadder tunes apply me , Pasilia's dirge , and Eupathus complaining ; And often while my pipe lies idle by me , Read Fusca's deep disdain , and Thirsil's plaining ; Yet in that face is no room for disdaining ; Where cheerfull kindnesse smiles in either eye , And beauty still kisses humilitie . Then do not marvel Kentish strong delights Stealing the time , do here so long detain me : Not powerfull Circe with her Hecate rites , Nor pleasing Lotos thus could entertain me , As Kentish powerfull pleasures here enchain me . Mean time , the Nymphs that in our Brenchly use , Kindly salute your busy Cambridge Muse.
To my beloved Thenot in answer of his verse . THenot my deare , how can a lofty hill To lowly shepherds thoughts be rightly fitting ? An humble dale well fits with humble quill : There may I safely sing , all fearlesse sitting , My Fusca's eyes , my Fusca's beauty dittying ; My loved lonenesse , and hid Muse enjoying : Yet should'st thou come , and see our simple toying , Well would fair Thenot like our sweet retired joying . But if my Thenot love my humble vein , ( Too lowly vein ) ne're let him Colin call me ; He , while he was , was ( ah ! ) the choicest swain , That ever grac'd a reed : what e're befall me , Or Myrtil , ( so'fore Fusca fair did thrall me , Most was I know'n ) or now poore Thirsil name me , Thirsil , for so my Fusca pleases frame me : But never mounting Colin ; Colin's high stile will shame me . Two shepherds I adore with humble love ; Th' high-towring swain , that by slow Mincius waves His well-grown wings at first did lowly prove , Where Corydon's sick love full sweetly raves ; But after sung bold Turnus daring braves : And next our nearer Colin's sweetest strain ; Most , where he most his Rosalind doth plain . Well may I after look , but follow all in vain . Why then speaks Thenot of the honour'd Bay ? Apollo's self , though fain , could not obtain her ; She at his melting songs would scorn to stay , Though all his art he spent to entertain her : Wilde beasts he tam'd , yet never could detain her . Then sit we here within this willow glade : Here for my Thenot I a garland made With purple violets , and lovely myrtil shade .
Upon the picture of Achmat the Turkish tyrant . SUch Achmat is , the Turks great Emperour , Third sonne to Mahomet , whose youthly spring But now with blossom'd cheek begins to flowre ; Out of his face you well may read a King : Which who will throughly view , will eas'ly finde A perfect Index to his haughty minde . Within his breast , as in a palace , lie Wakefull ambition leagu'd with hastie pride ; Fiercenesse alli'd with Turkish Majestie ; Rests hate , in which his father living dy'd : Deep in his heart such Turkish vertue lies , And thus looks through the window of his eyes . His pleasure ( farre from pleasure ) is to see His navie spread her wings unto the winde : In stead of gold , arms fill his treasurie , Which ( numberlesse ) fill not his greedie minde . The sad Hungarian fears his tried might ; And waning Persia trembles at his sight . His greener youth , most with the heathen spent , Gives Christian Princes justest cause to fear His riper age , whose childhood thus is bent , A thousand trophies will he shortly rear , Unlesse that God , who gave him first this rage , Binde his proud head in humble vassalage .
To Mr. Jo. Tomkins . THomalin my lief , thy musick strains to heare , More raps my soul , then when the swelling windes On craggie rocks their whistling voices tear ; Or when the sea , if stopt his course he findes , With broken murmures thinks weak shores to fear , Scorning such sandie cords his proud head bindes : More then where rivers in the summers ray ( Through covert glades cutting their shadie way ) Run tumbling down the lawns , & with the pebles play . Thy strains to heare , old Chamus from his cell Comes guarded with an hundred Nymphs around ; An hundred Nymphs , that in his rivers dwell , About him flock with water-lilies crown'd : For thee the Muses leave their silver well , And marvel where thou all their art hast found : There sitting they admire thy dainty strains , And while thy sadder accent sweetly plains , Feel thousand sugred joyes creep in their melting veins . How oft have I , the Muses bower frequenting , Miss'd them at home , and found them all with thee ! Whether thou sing'st sad Eupathus lamenting , Or tunest notes to sacred harmonie , The ravisht soul , with thy sweet songs consenting , Scorning the earth , in heav'nly extasie Transcends the starres , and with the angels train Those courts survaies ; and now come back again , Findes yet another heav'n in thy delightfull strain . Ah! could'st thou here thy humble minde content Lowly with me to live in countrey cell , And learn suspect the courts proud blandishment ; Here might we safe , here might we sweetly dwell . Live Pallas in her towers and marble tent ; But ( ah ! ) the countrey bowers please me as well : There with my Thomalin I safe would sing , And frame sweet ditties to thy sweeter string : There would we laugh at spite and fortunes thundering . No flattery , hate , or envy lodgeth there ; There no suspicion wall'd in proved steel , Yet fearfull of the arms her self doth wear : Pride is not there ; no tyrant there we feel ; No clamorous laws shall deaf thy musick eare : They know no change , nor wanton fortunes wheel : Thousand fresh sports grow in those daintie places : Light Fawns & Nymphs dance in the woodie spaces , And little Love himself plaies with the naked Graces . But seeing fate my happie wish refuses , Let me alone enjoy my low estate . Of all the gifts that fair Parnassus uses , Onely scorn'd povertie , and fortunes hate Common I finde to me , and to the Muses : But with the Muses welcome poorest fate . Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heav'n , securely live , and blest . To thee I here bequeath the courtly joyes , Seeing to court my Thomalin is bent : Take from thy Thirsil these his idle toyes ; Here I will end my looser merriment : And when thou sing'st them to the wanton boyes , Among the courtly lasses blandishment , Think of thy Thirsil's love that never spends ; And softly say , his love still better mends : Ah too unlike the love of court , or courtly friends ! Go little pipe ; for ever I must leave thee , My little little pipe , but sweetest ever : Go , go ; for I have vow'd to see thee never , Never , ( ah ! ) never must I more receive thee ; But he in better love will still persever : Go little pipe , for I must have a new : Farewell ye Norfolk maids , and Ida crue : Thirsil will play no more ; for ever now adieu .
To Thomalin . THomalin , since Thirsil nothing ha's to leave thee , And leave thee must ; pardon me ( gentle friend ) If nothing but my love I onely give thee ; Yet see how great this Nothing is , I send : For though this love of thine I sweetest prove , Nothing 's more sweet then is this sweetest love . The souldier Nothing like his prey esteems ; Nothing toss'd sailers equal with the shore : Nothing before his health the sick man deems ; The pilgrim hugges his countrey ; Nothing more : The miser hoording up his golden wares , This Nothing with his precious wealth compares . Our thoughts ambition onely Nothing ends ; Nothing fills up the golden-dropsied minde : The prodigall , that all so lavish spends , Yet Nothing cannot ; Nothing stayes behinde : The King , that with his life a kingdome buyes , Then life or crown doth Nothing higher prize . Who all enjoyes , yet Nothing now desires ; Nothing is greater then the highest Iove : Who dwells in heav'n , ( then ) Nothing more requires ; Love , more then honey ; Nothing more sweet then love : Nothing is onely better then the best ; Nothing is sure : Nothing is ever blest . I love my health , my life , my books , my friends , Thee ; ( dearest Thomalin ) Nothing above thee : For when my books , friends , health , life , fainting ends , When thy love fails , yet Nothing still will love me : When heav'n , and aire , the earth , and floating mains Are gone , yet Nothing still untoucht remains . Since then to other streams I must betake me , And spitefull Chame of all ha's quite bereft me ; Since Muses selves ( false Muses ) will forsake me , And but this Nothing , nothing els is left me ; Take thou my love , and keep it still in store : That given , Nothing now remaineth more .
Against a rich man despising povertie . IF well thou view'st us with no squinted eye , No partiall judgement , thou wilt quickly rate Thy wealth no richer then my povertie ; My want no poorer then thy rich estate : Our ends and births alike ; in this , as I ; Poore thou wert born , and poore again shalt die . My little fills my little-wishing minde ; Thou having more then much , yet seekest more : Who seeks , still wishes what he seeks , to finde ; Who wishes , wants ; and who so wants , is poore : Then this must follow of necessitie ; Poore are thy riches , rich my povertie . Though still thou gett'st , yet is thy want not spent , But as thy wealth , so growes thy wealthy itch : But with my little I have much content ; Content hath all ; and who hath all , is rich : Then this in reason thou must needs confesse , If I have little , yet that thou hast lesse . What ever man possesses , God hath lent , And to his audit liable is ever , To reckon , how , and where , and when he spent : Then this thou bragg'st , thou art a great receiver : Little my debt , when little is my store : The more thou hast , thy debt still growes the more . But seeing God himself descended down T' enrich the poore by his rich povertie ; His meat , his house , his grave , were not his own , Yet all is his from all eternitie : Let me be like my Head , whom I adore : Be thou great , wealthie , I still base and poore .
Contemnenti . COntinuall burning , yet no fire or fuel , Chill icie frosts in midst of summers frying , A hell most pleasing , and a heav'n most cruel , A death still living , and a life still dying , And whatsoever pains poore hearts can prove , I feel , and utter in one word , I LOVE . Two fires , of love and grief , each upon either , And both upon one poore heart ever feeding ; I hill cold despair , most cold , yet cooling neither , In midst of fires his ycie frosts is breeding : So fires and frosts , to make a perfect hell , Meet in one breast , in one house friendly dwell . Tir'd in this toylsome way ( my deep affection ) I ever forward runne , and never ease me : I dare not swerve , her eye is my direction : A heavie grief , and weighty love oppresse me . Desire and hope , two spurres , that forth compell'd me ; But awfull fear , abridle , still withheld me . Twice have I plung'd , and flung , and strove to cast This double burden from my weary heart : Fast though I runne , and stop , they sit as fast : Her looks my bait , which she doth seld ' impart . Thus fainting , still some inne I wish and crave ; Either her maiden bosome , or my grave .
A vow . BY hope and fear , by grief and joy opprest , With deadly hate , more deadly love infected ; Without , within , in body , soul , distrest ; Little by all , least by my self respected , But most , most there , where most I lov'd , neglected ; Hated , and hating life , to death I call ; Who scorns to take what is refus'd by all . Whither , ah , whither then wilt thou betake thee , Despised wretch , of friends , of all forlorn , Since hope , and love , and life , and death forsake thee ? Poore soul , thy own tormenter , others scorn ! Whither , poore soul , ah , whither wilt thou turn ? What inne , what host ( scorn'd wretch ) wilt thou now chuse thee ? The common host , and inne , death , grave , refuse thee . To thee , great Love , to thee I prostrate fall , That right'st in love the heart in false love swerved : On thee , true Love , on thee I weeping call ; I , who am scorn'd , where with all truth I served , On thee , so wrong'd , where thou hast so deserved : Disdain'd , where most I lov'd , to thee I plain me , Who truly lovest those , who ( fools ) disdain thee . Thou never-erring Way , in thee direct me ; Thou Death of death , oh , in thy death engrave me : Thou hated Love , with thy firm love respect me ; Thou freest Servant , from this yoke unslave me : Glorious Salvation , for thy glory save me . So neither love , nor hate , scorn , death , shall move me ; But with thy love , great Love , I still shall love thee .
On womens lightnesse . WHo sowes the sand ? or ploughs the easie shore ? Or strives in nets to prison in the winde ? Yet I , ( fond I ) more fond , and senselesse more , Thought in sure love a womans thoughts to binde . Fond , too fond thoughts , that thought in love to tie One more inconstant then inconstancie ! Look as it is with some true April day , Whose various weather stores the world with flowers ; The sunne his glorious beams doth fair display , Then rains , and shines again , and straight it lowres , And twenty changes in one houre doth prove ; So , and more changing is a womans love . Or as the hairs which deck their wanton heads , Which loosely fly , and play with every winde , And with each blast turn round their golden threads ; Such as their hair , such is their looser minde : The difference this , their hair is often bound ; But never bonds a woman might impound . False is their flattering colour , false and fading ; False is their flattering tongue ; false every part : Their hair is forg'd , their silver foreheads shading ; False are their eyes , but falsest is their heart : Then this in consequence must needs ensue ; All must be false , when every part 's untrue . Fond then my thoughts , which thought a thing so vain ! Fond hopes , that anchour on so false a ground ! Fond love , to love what could not love again ! Fond heart , thus fir'd with love , in hope thus drown'd ! Fond thoughts , fond heart , fond hope ; but fondest I , To grasp the winde , and love inconstancie !
A reply upon the fair M. S. A Daintie maid , that drawes her double name From bitter sweetnesse , ( with sweet bitternesse ) Did late my skill and faulty verses blame , And to her loving friend did plain confesse , That I my former credit foul did shame , And might no more a poets name professe : The cause that with my verse she was offended , For womens levitie I discommended . Too true you said , that poet I was never , And I confesse it ( fair ) if that content ye , That then I playd the poet lesse then ever ; Not , for of such a verse I now repent me , ( Poets to feigne , and make fine lies endeavour ) But I the truth , truth ( ah ! ) too certain sent ye : Then that I am no poet I denie not ; For when their lightnesse I condemne , I ly not . But if my verse had ly'd against my minde , And praised that which truth cannot approve , And falsly said , they were as fair as kinde , As true as sweet , their faith could never move , But sure is linkt where constant love they finde , That with sweet braving they vie truth and love ; If thus I write , it cannot be deni'd But I a poet were , so foul I ly'd . But give me leave to write as I have found : Like ruddy apples are their outsides bright , Whose skin is fair , the core or heart unsound ; Whose cherry-cheek the eye doth much delight , But inward rottennesse the taste doth wound : Ah! were the taste so good as is the sight , To pluck such apples ( lost with self same price ) Would back restore us part of paradise . But truth hath said it , ( truth who dare denie ? ) Men seldome are , more seldome women sure : But if ( fair-sweet ) thy truth and constancie To better faith thy thoughts and minde procure , If thy firm truth could give firm truth the lie , If thy first love will first and last endure ; Thou more then woman art , if time so proves thee , And he more then a man , that loved loves thee .
An Apologie for the premises to the Ladie Culpepper . WHo with a bridle strives to curb the waves ? Or in a cypresse chest locks flaming fires ? So when love angred in thy bosome raves , And grief with love a double flame inspires , By silence thou mayst adde , but never lesse it : The way is by expressing to represse it . Who then will blame affection not respected , To vent in grief the grief that so torments him ? Passion will speak in passion , if neglected : Love that so soon will chide , as soon repents him ; And therefore boyish Love's too like a boy , With a toy pleas'd , displeased with a toy . Have you not seen , when you have chid or fought , That lively picture of your lovely beauty , Your pretty childe , at first to lowre or pout , But soon again reclaim'd to love and duty ; Forgets the rod , and all her anger ends , Playes on your lap , or on your neck depends : Too like that pretty childe is childish Love , That when in anger he is wrong'd , or beat , Will rave and chide , and every passion prove , But soon to smiles and fawns turns all his heat , And prayes , and swears he never more will do it ; Such one is Love : alas that women know it ! But if so just excuse will not content ye , But still you blame the words of angry Love ; Here I recant , and of those words repent me : In signe hereof I offer now to prove , That changing womens love is constant ever , And men , though ever firm , are constant never . For men that to one fair their passions binde , Must ever change , as do those changing fairs ; So as she alters , alters still their minde , And with their fading Loves their love impairs : Therefore still moving , as the fair they loved , Most do they move , by being most unmoved . But women , when their lovers change their graces , What first in them they lov'd , love now in others , Affecting still the same in divers places ; So never change their love , but change their lovers : Therefore their minde is firm and constant prov'd , Seeing they ever love what first they lov'd . Their love ty'd to some vertue , cannot stray , Shifting the outside oft , the inside never : But men ( when now their Loves dissolv'd to clay Indeed are nothing ) still in love persever : How then can such fond men be constant made , That nothing love , or but ( a nothing ) shade ? What fool commends a stone for never moving ? Or blames the speedie heav'ns for ever ranging ? Cease then , fond men , to blaze your constant loving ; Love's firie , winged , light , and therefore changing : Fond man , that thinks such fire and aire to fetter ! All change ; men for the worse , women for better .
To my onely chosen Valentine and wife , Anagram . MAYSTRESS ELISABETH VINCENT IS MY BRESTS CHASTE VALENTINE . THink not ( fair love ) that Chance my hand directed To make my choice my chance ; blinde Chance & hands Could never see what most my minde affected ; But heav'n ( that ever with chaste true love stands ) Lent eyes to see what most my heart respected : Then do not thou resist what heav'n commands ; But yeeld thee his , who must be ever thine : My heart thy altar is , my breast thy shrine ; Thy name for ever is , My brests chaste Valentine .
A translation of Boëthius , the third book and last verse . HAppie man , whose perfect sight Views the over-flowing light ! Happie man , that canst unbinde Th' earth-barres pounding up the minde ! Once his wives quick fate lamenting Orpheus sat , his hair all renting , While the speedie woods came running , And rivers stood to heare his cunning ; And the lion with the hart Joyn'd side to side to heare his art : Hares ran with the dogs along , Not from dogs , but to his song . But when all his verses turning Onely fann'd his poore hearts burning , And his grief came but the faster , ( His verse all easing , but his master ) Of the higher powers complaining , Down he went to hell disdaining : There his silver lute-strings hitting , And his potent verses fitting , All the sweets that e're he took From his sacred mothers brook , What his double sorrow gives him , And love , that doubly-double grieves him , There he spends to move deaf hell , Charming divels with his spell , And with sweetest asking leave Does the lords of ghosts deceive . The dog , whose never quiet yell Affrights sad souls in night that dwell , Pricks up now his thrice two eares ; To howl , or bark , or whine he fears : Struck with dumbe wonder at those songs , He wisht more eares , and fewer tongues . Charon amaz'd his oare foreslowes , While the boat the sculler rowes . Tantal might have eaten now The fruit as still as is the bough ; But he ( fool ! ) no hunger fearing , Starv'd his taste , to feed his hearing . Ixion , though his wheel stood still , Still was rapt with musicks skill . At length the Judge of souls with pitie Yeelds , as conquer'd with his dittie ; Let 's give back his spouses herse , Purchas'd with so pleasing verse : Yet this law shall binde our gift , He turn not , till ha's Tartar left . Who to laws can lovers draw ? Love in love is onely law : Now almost he left the night , When he first turn'd back his sight ; And at once , while her he ey'd , His Love he saw , and lost , and dy'd . So , who strives out of the night To bring his soul to joy in light , Yet again turns back his eye To view left hells deformitie ; Though he seems enlightned more , Yet is blacker then afore .
A translation of Boëthius , book 2 verse 7. WHo onely honour seeks with prone affection , And thinks that glory is his greatest blisse ; First let him view the heav'ns wide-stretched section , Then in some mappe the earths short narrownesse : Well may he blush to see his name not able To fill one quarter of so brief a table . Why then should high-grow'n mindes so much rejoyce To draw their stubborn necks from mans subjection ? For though loud fame stretch high her pratling voice To blaze abroad their vertues great pefection ; Though goodly titles of their house adorn them With ancient Heraldrie , yet death doth scorn them : The high and base lie in the self same grave ; No difference there between a King and slave . Where now are true Fabricius bones remaining ? Who knowes where Brutus , or rough Cato lives ? Onely a weak report , their names sustaining , In records old a slender knowledge gives : Yet when we reade the deeds of men inhumed , Can we by that know them , long since consumed ? Now therefore lie you buried and forgotten ; Nor can report frustrate encroaching death : Or if you think when you are dead , and rotten , You live again by fame , and vulgar breath ; When with times shadows this false glory wanes , You die again : but this your glorie gains .
Upon my brother , Mr G. F. his book entituled Christs Victorie and Triumph . FOnd lads , that spend so fast your posting time , ( Too posting time , that spends your time as fast ) To chant light toyes , or frame some wanton rhyme , Where idle boyes may glut their lustfull taste ; Or else with praise to clothe some fleshly slime With virgin roses , and fair lilies chaste : While itching blouds , and youthfull eares adore it ; But wiser men , and once your selves will most abhorre it . But thou , ( most neare , most deare ) in this of thine Hast prov'd the Muses not to Venus bound ; Such as thy matter , such thy Muse , divine : Or thou such grace with Mercie 's self hast found , That she her self deignes in thy leaves to shine ; Or stoll'n from heav'n , thou brought'st this verse to ground , Which frights the nummed soul with fearfull thunder , And soon with honeyed dews thawes it'twixt joy and wonder . Then do not thou malicious tongues esteem ; ( The glasse , through which an envious eye doth gaze , Can eas'ly make a mole-hill mountain seem ) His praise dispraises ; his dispraises praise ; Enough , if best men best thy labours deem , And to the highest pitch thy merit raise ; While all the Muses to thy song decree Victorious Triumph , Triumphant Victorie .
Upon the B. of Exon. Doct. Hall his Meditations . MOst wretched soul , that here carowsing pleasure , Hath all his heav'n on earth ; and ne're distressed Enjoyes these fond delights without all measure , And freely living thus , is thus deceased ! Ah greatest curse , so to be ever blessed ! For where to live is heav'n , 't is hell to die . Ah wretch , that here begins hells miserie ! Most bessed soul , that lifted up with wings Of faith and love , leaves this base habitation , And scorning sluggish earth , to heav'n up springs ; On earth , yet still in heav'n by meditation ; With the souls eye foreseeing th' heav'nly station : Then 'gins his life , when he 's of life bereaven . Ah blessed soul , that here begins his heaven !
Upon the Contemplations of the B. of Excester , given to the Ladie E. W. at New-yeares-tide . THis little worlds two little starres are eyes ; And he that all eyes framed , fram'd all others Downward to fall , but these to climbe the skies , There to acquaint them with their starrie brothers ; Planets fixt in the head ( their spheare of sense ) Yet wandring still through heav'ns circumference , The Intellect being their Intelligence . Dull then that heavie soul , which ever bent On earth and earthly toyes , his heav'n neglects ; Content with that which cannot give content : What thy foot scorning kicks , thy soul respects . Fond soul ! thy eye will up to heav'n erect thee ; Thou it direct'st , and must it now direct thee ? Dull , heavie soul ! thy scholar must correct thee . Thrice happie soul , that guided by thine eyes , Art mounted up unto that starrie nation ; And leaving there thy sense , entrest the skies , Enshrin'd and sainted there by contemplation ! Heav'n thou enjoy'st on earth , and now bereaven Of life , a new life to thy soul is given . Thrice happie soul , that hast a double heaven ! That sacred hand , which to this yeare hath brought you Perfect your yeares , and with your yeares , his graces ; And when his will unto his will hath wrought you , Conduct your soul unto those happie places , Where thousand joyes , and pleasures ever new , And blessings thicker then the morning dew With endlesse sweets rain on that heav'nly crue .
These Asclepiads of Mr. H. S. translated and enlarged . Nè Verbum mihi sit mortua Litera , Nec Christi Meritum Gratia vanida ; Sed Verbum fatuo sola Scientia , Et Christus misero sola Redemptio . UNletter'd Word , which never eare could heare ; Unwritten Word ▪ which never eye could see , Yet syllabled in flesh-spell'd character , That so to senses thou might'st subject be ; Since thou in bread art stampt , in print art read , Let not thy print-stampt Word to me be dead . Thou all-contriving , all-deserving Spirit , Made flesh to die , that so thou might'st be mine , That thou in us , and we in thee might merit , We thine , thou ours ; thou humane , we divine ; Let not my dead lifes merit , my dead heart Forfeit so deare a purchas'd deaths desert . Thou Sunne of wisdome , knowledge infinite , Made folly to the wise , night to prophane ; Be I thy Moon , oh let thy sacred light Increase to th' full , and never , never wane : Wise folly set in me , fond wisdome rise , Make me renounce my wisdome , to be wise . Thou Life eternall , purest blessednesse , Made mortal , wretched , sinne it self for me ; Shew me my death , my sin , my wretchednesse , That I may flourish , shine , and live in thee : So I with praise shall sing thy life , deaths storie , O thou my Merit , Life , my Wisdome , Glorie .
Certain of the royal Prophets Psalmes metaphrased . Psalm 42. which agrees with the tune of Like the Hermite poore . LOok as an hart with sweat and bloud embrued , Chas'd and embost , thirsts in the soil to be ; So my poore soul with eager foes pursued , Looks , longs , O Lord , pines , pants , and faints for thee : When , O my God , when shall I come in place To see thy light , and view thy glorious face ? I dine and sup with sighs , with grones and teares , While all thy foes mine eares with taunting load ; Who now thy cries , who now thy prayer heares ? Where is , say they , where is thy boasted God ? My molten heart deep plung'd in sad despairs Runnes forth to thee in streams of teares and prayers . With grief I think on those sweet now past dayes , When to thy house my troops with joy I led : We sang , we danc'd , we chanted sacred layes ; No men so haste to wine , no bride to bed . Why droop'st , my soul ? why faint'st thou in my breast ? Wait still with praise ; his presence is thy rest . My famisht soul driv'n from thy sweetest word , ( From Hermon hill , and Jordans swelling brook ) To thee laments , sighs deep to thee , O Lord , To thee sends back her hungrie longing look : Flouds of thy wrath breed flouds of grief and fears ; And flouds of griefbreed flouds of plaints and teares . His early light with morn these clouds shall clear , These drearie clouds , and storms of sad despairs : Sure am I in the night his songs to heare , Sweet songs of joy , as well as he my prayers . I 'le say , My God , why slight'st thou my distresse , While all my foes my wearie soul oppresse ? My cruel foes both thee and me upbraid ; They cut my heart , they vant that bitter word , Where is thy trust ? where is thy hope ? they said ; Where is thy God ? where is thy boasted Lord ? Why droop'st , my soul ? why faint'st thou in my breast ? Wait still with praise ; his presence is thy rest .
Psal. 63. which may be sung , as The widow , or mock-widow . O Lord , before the morning Gives heav'n warning To let out the day , My wakefull eyes Look for thy rise , And wait to let in thy joyfull ray . Lank hunger here peoples the desert cells , Here thirst fills up the emptie wells : How longs my flesh for that bread without leaven ! How thirsts my soul for that wine of heaven ! Such ( oh ! ) to taste thy ravishing grace ! Such in thy house to view thy glorious face ! Thy love , thy light , thy faces Bright-shining graces , ( Whose unchanged ray Knows nor morns dawn , Nor evenings wane ) How farre surmount they lifes winter day ! My heart to thy glorie tunes all his strings ; My tongue thy praises cheerly sings : And till I slumber , and death shall undresse me , Thus will I sing , thus will I blesse thee . Fill me with love , oh fill me with praise ; So shall I vent due thanks in joyfull layes . When night all eyes hath quenched , And thoughts lie drenched In silence and rest ; Then will I all Thy waies recall , And look on thy light in darknesse best . When my poore soul wounded had lost the field , Thou wast my fort , thou wast my shield . Safe in thy trenches I boldly will vant me , There will I sing , there will I chant thee ; There I 'le triumph in thy banner of grace , My conqu'ring arms shall be thy arms embrace . My foes from deeps ascending , In rage transcending , Assaulting me sore , Into their hell Are headlong fell ; There shall they lie , there howl , and roare : There let deserv'd torments their spirits tear ; Feel they worst ills , and worse yet fear . But with his spouse thine anointed in pleasure Shall reigne , and joy past time or measure : There new delights , new pleasures still spring : Haste there , oh haste , my soul , to dance and sing .
PSAL. 127. To the tune of that Psalme . IF God build not the house , and lay The ground-work sure ; who ever build , It cannot stand one stormie day : If God be not the cities shield , If he be not their barres and wall ; In vain is watch-tower , men , and all . Though then thou wak'st when others rest , Though rising thou prevent'st the Sunne ; Though with lean care thou daily feast , Thy labour 's lost , and thou undone : But God his childe will feed and keep , And draw the curtains to his sleep . Though th' hast a wife fir , young , and fair , An heritage heirs to advance ; Yet canst thou not command an heir ; For heirs are Gods inheritance ▪ He gives the seed , the bud , the bloom ; He gives the harvest to the wombe . And look as arrows , by strong arm In a strong bow drawn to the head , Where they are meant , will surely harm , And if they hit , wound deep and dead ; Children of youth are even so ; As harmfull , deadly , to a foe . That man shall live in blisse and peace , Who fills his quiver with such shot : Whose garners swell with such increase , Terrour and shame assail him not ; And though his foes deep hatred bear , Thus arm'd , he shall not need to fear .
PSAL. 137. To be sung as , See the building . WHere Perah's flowers Perfume proud Babels bowers , And paint her wall ; There we laid asteeping Our eyes in endlesse weeping , For Sions fall . Our feasts and songs we laid aside ; On forlorn willows ( By Perah's billows ) We hung our harps , and mirth and joy defi'd , That Sions ruines should build foul Babels pride . Our conqu'rours vaunting With bitter scoffes and taunting , Thus proudly jest ; Take down your harps , and string them , Recall your songs , & sing them , For Sions feast . Were our harps well tun'd in every string , Our heart-strings broken , Throats drown'd , and soken With tears and sighs , how can we praise and sing The King of heav'n under an heathen king ? In all my mourning , Ierusalem , thy burning If I forget ; Forget thy running , My hand , and all thy cunning To th' harp to set : Let thy mouth , my tongue , be still thy grave ; Lie there asleeping , For Sion weeping : Oh let mine eyes in tears thy office have ; Nor rise , nor set , but in their brinie wave . Proud Edoms raging , Their hate with bloud asswaging , And vengefull sword , Their cursed joying In Sions walls destroying Remember , Lord : Forget not , Lord , their spightfull cry , Fire and deface it , Destroy and raze it ; Oh let the name of Sion ever die : Thus did they roare , and us and thee defie . So shall thy towers And all thy princely bowers , Proud Babel , fall : Him ever blessed , Who th' oppressour hath oppressed , Shall all men call : Thrice blest , that turns thy mirth to grones ; That burns to ashes Thy towers , and dashes Thy brats 'gainst rocks , to wash thy bloudie stones With thine own bloud , and pave thee with thy bones .
PSAL. I. BLessed , who walk'st not in the worldlings way ; Blessed , who with foul sinners wilt not stand : Blessed , who with proud mockers dar'st not stay ; Nor sit thee down amongst that scornfull band . Thrice blessed man , who in that heav'nly light Walk'st , stand'st , and sitt'st , rejoycing day and night . Look as a thirstie Palm full Iordan drinks , ( Whose leaf and fruit still live , when winter dies ) With conqu'ring branches crowns the rivers brinks ; And summers fires , and winters frosts defies : All so the soul , whom that clear light revives , Still springs , buds , grows , and dying time survives . But as the dust of chaffe , cast in the aire , Sinks in the dirt , and turns to dung and mire ; So sinners driv'n to hell by fierce despair , Shall frie in ice , and freez in hellish fire : For he , whose flaming eyes all actions turn , Sees both ; to light the one , the other burn .
PSAL. 130. FRom the deeps of grief and fear , O Lord , to thee my soul repairs : From thy heav'n bow down thine eare ; Let thy mercie meet my prayers . Oh if thou mark'st what 's done amisse , What soul so pure , can see thy blisse ? But with thee sweet mercie stands , Sealing pardons , working fear : Wait my soul , wait on his hands ; Wait mine eye , oh wait mine eare : If he his eye or tongue affords , Watch all his looks , catch all his words . As a watchman waits for day , And looks for light , and looks again ; When the night grows old and gray , To be reliev'd he calls amain : So look , so wait , so long mine eyes , To see my Lord , my Sunne , arise . Wait ye saints , wait on our Lord ; For from his tongue sweet mercie flows : Wait on his crosse , wait on his word ; Upon that tree redemption grows : He will redeem his Israel From sinne and wrath , from death and hell .
AN HYMNE . WAke , O my soul ; awake , and raise Up every part to sing his praise , Who from his spheare of glorie fell , To raise thee up from death and hell : See how his soul , vext for thy sinne , Weeps bloud without , feels hell within : See where he hangs : heark how he cries : Oh bitter pangs ! Now , now he dies . Wake , O mine eyes ; awake , and view Those two twin-lights , whence heavens drew Their glorious beams , whose gracious sight Fills you with joy , with life , and light : See how with clouds of sorrow drown'd , They wash with tears thy sinfull wound : See how with streams of spit th' are drencht ; See how their beams with death are quencht . Wake , O mine eare ; awake , and heare That powerfull voice , which stills thy fear , And brings from heav'n those joyfull news , Which heav'n commands , which hell subdues ▪ Heark how his eares ( heav'ns mercie-seat ) Foul slanders with reproaches beat : Heark how the knocks our ears resound ; Heark how their mocks his hearing wound . Wake O my heart ; tune every string : Wake O my tongue ; awake , and sing : Think not a thought in all thy layes , Speak not a word , but of his praise : Tell how his sweetest tongue they drownd With gall ; think how his heart they wound : That bloudie spout gagg'd for thy sinne , His life lets out , thy death lets in .
AN HYMNE . DRop , drop , slow tears , and bathe those beauteous feet , Which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of peace : Cease not , wet eyes , his mercies to intreat ; To crie for vengeance sinne doth never cease : In your deep flouds drown all my faults and fears ; Nor let his eye see sinne , but through my tears .
On my friends picture , who died in travel . THough now to heav'n thy travels are confin'd , Thy wealth , friends , life , and countrey , all are lost ; Yet in this picture we thee living finde ; And thou with lesser travel , lesser cost , Hast found new life , friends , wealth , and better coast : So by thy death thou liv'st , by losse thou gain'st , And in thy absence present still remain'st .
Upon Doctor Playser . WHo lives with death , by death in death is lying ; But he who living dies , best lives by dying : Who life to truth , who death to errour gives , In life may die , by death more surely lives . My soul in heaven breathes , in schools my fame : Then on my tombe write nothing but my name .
Upon my brothers book called , The grounds , labour , and reward of faith . THis lamp fill'd up , and fir'd by that blest Spirit , Spent his last oyl in this pure heav'nly flame ; Laying the grounds , walls , roof of faith : this frame With life he ends ; and now doth there inherit What here he built , crown'd with his laurel merit : Whose palms and triumphs once he loudly rang , There now enjoyes what here he sweetly sang . This is his monument , on which he drew His spirits image , that can never die ; But breathes in these ' live words , and speaks to th' eye : In these his winding-sheets he dead doth shew To buried souls the way to live anew , And in his grave more powerfully now preacheth . Who will not learn , when that a dead man teacheth ?
Upon Mr. Perkins his printed sermons . PErkins ( our wonder ) living , though long dead , In this white paper , as a winding-sheet , And in this velome lies enveloped : Yet still he lives , guiding the erring feet , Speaking now to our eyes , though buried . If once so well , much better now he teacheth . Who will not heare , when a live-dead man preacheth ?
FINIS .

ELISA , OR AN ELEGIE UPON THE UNRIPE DECEASE OF Sr. ANTONIE IRBY :

Composed at the request ( and for a monument ) of his surviving Ladie .

Anagramma Antonius Irbeus An virtus obiens ?

Esto mei mortisque memor .

Funus virtuti foenus .

Printed by the printers to the Vniversitie of Cambridge . 1633.

To the right worthy Knight , Sr. ANTONIE IRBY .

SIR , I am altogether ( I think ) unknown to you , ( as having never seen you since your infancie ) neither do I now desire to be known by this trifle . But I cannot rule these few lines composed presently after your fathers decease ; They are broken from me , and will see more light then they deserve . I wish there were any thing in them worthy of your vacant houres : Such as they are , yours they are by inheritance . As an Vrn therefore of your fathers ashes ( I beseech you ) receive them , for his sake , and from him , who desires in some better employment to be

Your servant , P. F.
ELISA . LOok as a stagge , pierc'd with a fatal bow , ( As by a wood he walks securely feeding ) In coverts thick conceales his deadly blow , And feeling death swim in his endles bleeding , ( His heavy head his fainting strength exceeding ) Bids woods adieu , so sinks into his grave ; Green brakes and primrose sweet his seemly herse embrave : 2 So lay a gentle Knight now full of death , With clowdie eyes his latest houre expecting ; And by his side , sucking his fleeting breath , His weeping Spouse Elisa ; life neglecting , And all her beauteous faires with grief infecting : Her cheek as pale as his ; 't were hard to scanne , If death or sorrows face did look more pale or wanne . 3 Close by , her sister , fair Alicia , sits ; Fairest Alicia , to whose sweetest graces His teares and sighs a fellow passion fits : Upon her eye ( his throne ) Love sorrow places ; There Comfort Sadnesse , Beautie Grief embraces : Pitie might seem a while that face to borrow , And thither now was come to comfort death & sorrow . 4 At length lowd Grief thus with a fearfull shriek ( His trumpet ) sounds a battell , joy defying ; Spreading his colours in Elisa's cheek , And from her eyes ( his watch-tower ) farre espying With Hope Delight , and Joy , and Comfort flying , Thus with her tongue their coward flight pursues , While sighs , shrieks , tears give chace with never fainting crues : 5 Thou traitour Joy , that in prosperitie So lowdly vaunt'st ; whither , ah , whither fliest ? And thou that bragg'st never from life to flie , False Hope , ah whither now so speedy hiest ? In vain thy winged feet so fast thou pliest : Hope , thou art dead , and Joy in Hope relying Bleeds in his hopelesse wounds , and in his death lies dying . 6 But then Alicia ( in whose cheerfull eye Comfort with Grief , Hope with Compassion lived ) Renews the fight ; If Joy and Comfort die , The fault is yours : so much ( too much ) you grieved , That Hope could never hope to be relieved . If all your hopes to one poore hope you binde , No marvel if one fled , not one remains behinde . 7 Fond hopes on life , so weak a threed , depending ! Weak , as the threed such knots so weakly tying : But heav'nly joyes are circular , ne're ending , Sure as the rock on which they grow ; and lying In heav'n , increase by losse , live best by dying . Then let your hope on those sure joyes depend , Which live & grow by death , & waste not when they spend . 8 Then she ; Great Lord , thy judgements righteous be , To make good ill , when to our ill we use it : Good leads us to the greatest good , to Thee ; But we to other ends most fond abuse it ; A common fault , yet cannot that excuse it : We love thy gifts , and take them gladly ever : We love them ( ah too much ! ) more then we love the giver . 9 So falling low upon her humbled knees , And all her heart within her eye expressing ; 'T is true , great Mercy , onely miseries Teach us our selves , and thee : oh , if confessing Our faults to thee be all our faults releasing , But in thine eare , I never sought to hide them : Ah! thou hast heard them oft , as oft as thou hast ey'd them . 10 I know the heart knows more then tongue can tell ; But thou perceiv'st the heart his foulnesse telling : Yet knows the heart not half , so wide an hell , Such seas of sinne in such scant banks are swelling : Who sees all faults within his bosome dwelling ? Many my tenants are , and I not know them . Most dangerous the wounds thou feel'st , and canst not show them . 11 Some hidden fault , my Father , and my God , Some fault I know not yet , nor yet amended , Hath forc't thee frown , and use thy smarting rod ; Some grievous fault thee grievously offended : But let thy wrath , ( ah ! ) let it now be ended . Father , this childish plea ( if once I know it ) Let stay thy threatning hand , I never more will do it . 12 If to my heart thou shew this hidden sore , Spare me ; no more , no more I will offend thee ; I dare not say I will , I would no more : Say thou I shall , and soon I will amend me . Then smooth thy brow , and now some comfort lend me ; Oh let thy softest mercies rest contented : Though late , I most repent , that I so late repented . 13 Lay down thy rod , and stay thy smarting hand ; These raining eyes into thy bottle gather : Oh see thy bleeding Sonne betwixt us stand ; Remember me a childe , thy self a father : Or if thou mayst not stay , oh punish rather The part offending , this rebellious heart . Why pardon'st thou the worse , and plagu'st my better part ? 14 Was 't not thy hand , that ty'd the sacred knot ? Was 't not thy hand , that to my hand did give him ? Hast thou not made us one ? command'st thou not , None loose what thou hast bound ? if then thou reave him , How without me by halves dost thou receive him ! Tak'st thou the head , and leav'st the heart behinde ? Ay me ! in me alone canst thou such monster finde ? 15 Oh why dost thou so strong me weak assail ? Woman of all thy creatures is the weakest , And in her greatest strength did weakly fail : Thou who the weak and bruised never breakest , Who never triumph in the yeelding seekest ; Pitie my weak estate , and leave me never : I ever yet was weak , and now more weak then ever . 16 With that her fainting spouse lifts up his head , And with some joy his inward griefs refraining , Thus with a feeble voice , yet cheerfull , s'ed ; Spend not in tears this little time remaining ; Thy grief doth adde to mine , not ease my paining : My death is life ; such is the scourge of God : Ah , if his rods be such , who would not kisse his rod ? 17 My deare , ( once all my joy , now all my care ) To these my words ( these my last words ) apply thee : Give me thy hand ; these my last greetings are : Shew me thy face , I never more shall eye thee . Ah would our boyes , our lesser selves , were by thee ! Those my ' live pictures to the world I give : So single onely die , in them twice-two I live . 18 Your little souls , your sweetest times enjoy , And softly spend among your mothers kisses ; And with your prettie sports and hurtlesse joy Supply your weeping mothers grievous misses : Ah , while you may , enjoy your little blisses , While yet you nothing know : when back you view , Sweet will this knowledge seem , when yet you nothing knew . 19 For when to riper times your yeares arrive , No more ( ah then no more ) may you go play you : Lancht in the deep farre from the wished hive , Change of worlds tépests through blinde seas will sway you , Till to the long-long'd haven they convey you : Through many a wave this brittle life must passe , And cut the churlish seas , shipt in a bark of glasse . 20 How many ships in quick-sands swallow'd been ! What gaping waves , whales , monsters there expect you ! How many rocks , much sooner felt then seen ! Yet let no fear , no coward fright affect you : He holds the stern , and he will safe direct you , Who to my sails thus long so gently blew , That now I touch the shore , before the seas I knew . 21 I touch the shore , and see my rest preparing . Oh blessed God! how infinite a blessing Is in this thought , that through this troubled faring , Through all the faults this guiltie age depressing I guiltlesse past , no helplesse man oppressing ; And coming now to thee , lift to the skies Unbribed hands , cleans'd heart , and never tainted eyes ! 22 Life , life ! how many Sylla's dost thou hide In thy calm streams , which sooner kill then threaten ! Gold , honour , greatnesse , and their daughter , pride ! More quiet lives , and lesse with tempests beaten , Whose middle state content doth richly sweeten : He knows not strife , or brabling lawyers brawls ; His love and wish live pleas'd within his private walls . 23 The King he never sees , nor fears , nor prayes ; Nor sits court-promise and false hopes lamenting : Within that house he spends and ends his dayes , Where day he viewed first : his hearts contenting , His wife , and babes ; nor sits new joyes inventing : Unspotted there , and quiet he remains ; And 'mong his duteous sonnes most lov'd and fearlesse reignes . 24 Thou God of peace , with what a gentle tide Through this worlds raging tempest hast thou brought me ! Thou , thou my open soul didst safely hide , When thousand crafty foes so nearely sought me ; Els had the endlesse pit too quickly caught me ; That endlesse pit , where it is easier never To fall , then being fall'n to cease from falling ever . 25 I never knew or want or luxurie , Much lesse their followers ; or cares tormenting , Or ranging lust , or base-bred flatterie : I lov'd , and was belov'd with like consenting : My hate was hers , her joy my sole contenting : Thus long I liv'd , and yet have never prov'd Whether I lov'd her more , or more by her was lov'd . 26 Foure babes ( the fift with thee I soon shall finde ) With equall grace in soul and bodie fram'd : And left these goods might swell my bladder'd minde , ( Which last I name , but should not last be nam'd ) A sicknesse long my stubborn heart hath tam'd , And taught me pleasing goods are not the best ; But most unblest he lives , that lives here ever blest . 27 Ah life , once vertues spring , now sink of evil ! Thou change of pleasing pain , and painfull pleasure ; Thou brittle painted bubble , shop o' th' devil ; How dost thou bribe us with false gilded treasure , That in thy joyes we finde no mean or measure ! How dost thou witch ! I know thou dost deceive me : I know I should , I must , and yet I would not leave thee . 28 Ah death ! once greatest ill , now onely blessing , Untroubled sleep , short travel , ever resting , All sicknesse cure , thou end of all distressing , Thou one meals fast , usher to endlesse feasting ; Though hopelesse griefs crie out thy aid requesting , Though thou art sweetned by a life most hatefull ; How is 't , that when thou com'st , thy coming is ungratefull ? 29 Frail flesh , why would'st thou keep a hated guest , And him refuse whom thou hast oft invited ? Life thy tormenter , death thy sleep and rest . And thou ( poore soul ) why at his sight art frighted , Who clears thine eyes , and makes thee eagle-sighted ? Mount now my soul , & seat thee in thy throne : Thou shalt be one with him , by whom thou first wast one . 30 Why should'st thou love this star , this borrow'd light , And not that Sunne , at which thou oft hast guessed , But guess'd in vain ? which dares thy piercing sight , Which never was , which cannot be expressed ? Why lov'st thy load , & joy'st to be oppressed ? Seest thou those joyes ? those thousand thousand graces ? Mount now my soul , & leap to those outstretcht embraces . 31 Deare countrey , I must leave thee ; and in thee No benefit , which most doth pierce and grieve me : Yet had not hasty death prevented me , I would repay my life , and somewhat give thee : My sonnes for that I leave ; and so I leave thee : Thus heav'n commands ; the lord outrides the page , And is arriv'd before : death hath prevented age . 32 My dearest Bettie , my more loved heart , I leave thee now ; with thee all earthly joying : Heav'n knows , with thee alone I sadly part : All other earthly sweets have had their cloying ; Yet never full of thy sweet loves enjoying , Thy constant loves , next heav'n I did referre them : Had not much grace prevail'd , 'fore heav'n I should preferre them . 33 I leave them , now the trumpet calls away ; In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving ; Yet in my children here immortall stay : In one I die , in many ones am living : In them , and for them stay thy too much grieving : Look but on them , in them thou still wilt see Marry'd with thee again thy twice-two Antonie . 34 And when with little hands they stroke thy face , As in thy lap they sit ( ah carelesse ) playing , And stammering ask a kisse , give them a brace ; The last from me : and then a little staying , And in their face some part of me survaying , In them give me a third , and with a teare Shew thy deare love to him , who lov'd thee ever deare . 35 And now our falling house leans all on thee ; This little nation to thy care commend them : In thee it lies that hence they want not me ; Themselves yet cannot , thou the more defend them ; And when green age permits , to goodnesse bend them : A mother were you once , now both you are : Then with this double style double your love and care . 36 Turn their unwarie steps into the way : What first the vessel drinks , it long retaineth ; No barres will hold , when they have us'd to stray : And when for me one asks , and weeping plaineth , Point thou to heav'n , and say , he there remaineth : And if they live in grace , grow , and persever , There shall they live with me : els shall they see me never . 37 My God , oh in thy fear here let them live ; Thy wards they are , take them to thy protection : Thou gav'st them first , now back to thee I give ; Direct them thou , and help her weak direction ; That reunited by thy strong election ; Thou now in them , they then may live in thee , And seeing here thy will , may there thy glorie see . 38 Bettie , let these last words long with thee dwell : If yet a second Hymen do expect thee , Though well he love thee , once I lov'd as well : Yet if his presence make thee lesse respect me , Ah do not in my childrens good neglect me : Let me this faithfull hope departing have ; More easie shall I die , and sleep in carelesse grave . 39 Farewell , farewell ; I feel my long long rest , And iron sleep my leaden heart oppressing : Night after day , sleep after labour's best ; Port after storms , joy after long distressing : So weep thy losse , as knowing 't is my blessing : Both as a widow and a Christian grieve : Still live I in thy thoughts , but as in heav'n I live . 40 Death , end of old joyes , entrance into new , I follow thee , I know I am thy debtour ; Not unexpect thou com'st to claim thy due : Take here thine own , my souls too heavie fetter ; Not life , lifes place I change , but for a better : Take thou my soul , that bought'st it : cease your tears : Who sighing leaves the earth , himself and heaven fears . 41 Thus said , and while the bodie slumbring lay , ( As Theseus Ariadne's bed forsaking ) His quiet soul stole from her house of clay ; And glorious Angels on their wings it taking , Swifter then lightning flew , for heaven making : There happie goes he , heav'nly fires admiring , Whose motion is their bait ; whose rest is restlesse giring : 42 And now the courts of that thrice blessed King It enters , and his presence sits enjoying ; While in it self it findes an endlesse spring Of pleasures new , and never weary joying , Ne're spent in spending ; feeding , never cloying : Weak pen to write ! for thought can never feign them : The minde that all can hold , yet cannot half contain them . 43 There doth it blessed sit , and looking down , Laughs at our busie care , and idle paining ; And fitting to it self that glorious crown , Scorns earth ; where even Kings most serve by reigning ; Where men get wealth , and hell ; so loose by gaining . Ah blessed soul ! there sit thou still delighted , Till we at length to him with thee shall be united . 44 But when at last his Lady sad espies His flesh of life , her self of him deprived ; Too full of grief , closing his quenched eyes , As if in him , by him , for him she lived , Fell dead with him ; and once again revived , Fell once again : pain wearie of his paining , And grief with too much grief felt now no grief remaining . 45 Again reliev'd , all silent sat she long ; No word to name such grief durst first adventer : Grief is but light that floats upon the tongue , But weightie sorrow presses to the center , And never rests till th' heavie heart it enter ; And in lifes house was married to life : Grief made life grievous seem , and life enlivens grief : 46 And from their bed proceeds a numerous presse , First shrieks , then tears & sighs the hearts ground renting : In vain poore Muse would'st thou such dole expresse ; For thou thy self lamenting her lamenting , And with like grief transform'd to like tormenting , With heavie pace bring'st forth thy lagging verse , Which cloath'd with blackest lines attends the mournfull herse . 47 The cunning hand which that Greek Princesse drew Readie in holy fires to be consum'd , Pitie and sorrow paints in divers hue ; One wept , he pray'd , this sigh'd , that chaf'd and fum'd ; But not to limme her fathers look presum'd : For well he knew his skilfull hand had fail'd : Best was his sorrow seen , when with a cloth 't was vail'd . 48 Look as a nightingale , whose callow young Some boy hath markt , and now half nak'd hath taken , Which long she closely kept , and foster'd long , But all in vain ; she now poore bird forsaken Flies up and down , but grief no place can slaken : All day , and night her losse she fresh doth rue , And where she ends her plaints , there soon begins anew : 49 Thus sat she desolate , so short a good , Such gift so soon exacted sore complaining : Sleep could not passe , but almost sunk i' th' floud ; So high her eye-banks swell'd with endlesse raining : Surfet of grief had bred all meats disdaining : A thousand times my Antonie , she cried , Irby a thousand times ; and in that name she died . 50 Thus circling in her grief it never ends , But moving round back to it self enclineth ; Both day and night alike in grief she spends : Day shews her day is gone , no sun there shineth : Black night her fellow mourner she defineth : Light shews his want , and shades his picture draw : Him ( nothing ) best she sees , when nothing now she saw . THou blacker Muse , whose rude uncombed hairs With fatal eugh and cypresse still are shaded ; Bring hither all thy sighs , hither thy teares : As sweet a plant , as fair a flower is faded , As ever in the Muses garden bladed ; While th' owner ( haplesse owner ) sits lamenting , And but in discontent & grief , findes no contenting . 2 The sweet ( now sad ) Elisa weeping lies , While fair Alicia's words in vain relieve her ; In vain those wells of grief she often dries : What her so long , now doubled sorrows give her , What both their loves ( which doubly double grieve her ) She carelesse spends without or end or measure ; Yet as it spends , it grows : poor grief can tell his treasure . 3 All as a turtle on a bared bough ( A widow turtle ) joy and life despises , Whose trustie mate ( to pay his holy vow ) Some watchfull eye late in his roost surprises , And to his God for errour sacrifices ; She joylesse bird sits mourning all alone , And being one when two , would now be two , or none : 4 So sat she gentle Lady weeping sore , Her desert self and now cold lord lamenting ; So sat she carelesse on the dusty floor , As if her tears were all her souls contenting : So sat she , as when speechlesse griefs tormenting Locks up the heart , the captive tongue enchaining : So sat she joylesse down in wordlesse grief complaining . 5 Her chearfull eye ( which once the crystall was , Where Love and Beautie dress'd their fairest faces , And fairer seem'd by looking in that glasse ) Had now in tears drown'd all their former graces : Her snow-white arms , whose warm & sweet embraces Could quicken death , their now dead lord infold , And seem'd as cold and dead as was the flesh they hold . 6 The roses in her cheek grow pale and wan ; As if his pale cheeks livery they affected : Her head , like fainting flowers opprest with rain , On her left shoulder lean'd his weight neglected : Her dark-gold locks hung loosly unrespected ; As if those fairs , which he alone deserv'd , With him had lost their use , and now for nothing serv'd . 7 Her Lady sister sat close by her side , Alicia , in whose face Love proudly lorded ; Where Beauties self and Mildnesse sweet reside , Where every Grace her naked sight afforded , And Majestie with Love sat well accorded : A little map of heav'n , sweet influence giving ; More perfect yet in this , it was a heaven living . 8 Yet now this heav'n with melting clouds was stain'd : Her starry eyes with sister grief infected Might seem the Pleiades , so fast they rain'd : And though her tongue to comfort she directed , Sighs waiting on each word like grief detected ; That in her face you now might plainly see Sorrow to sit for Love , Pitie for Majestie . 9 At length when now those storms she had allay'd , A league with grief for some short time indenting ; She 'gan to speak , and sister onely said : The sad Elisa soon her words preventing , El. In vain you think to ease my hearts tormenting ; Words , comforts , hope , all med'cine is in vain : My heart most hates his cure , & loves his pleasing pain . Al. 10 As vain to weep , since fate cannot reprieve . El.

Teares are most due , when there is no reprieving .

Al.

When doom is past , weak hearts that fondly grieve .

El.

A helplesse griefs sole joy is joylesse grieving .

Al. To losses old new losse is no relieving : You lose your teares . El. When that I onely fear For ever now is lost , poore losse to lose a teare . Al. 11 Nature can teach , that who is born must die . El.

And Nature teaches teares in griefs tormenting .

Al.

Passions are slaves to Reasons monarchie .

El.

Reason best shews her reason in lamenting .

Al.

Religion blames impatient discontenting .

El. Not passion , but excesse Religion branded ; Nor ever countermands what Natures self commanded Al. 12 That hand which gave him first into your hand , To his own hand doth now again receive him : Impious and fond , to grudge at his command , Who once by death from death doth ever reave him ! He lives by leaving life , which soon would leave him : Thus God and him you wrong by too much crying . Who living dy'd to life , much better lives by dying . El. 13 Not him I plain ; ill would it fit our loves , In his best state to shew my hearts repining ; To mourn at others good , fond envy proves : I know his soul is now more brightly shining Then all the starres their light in one combining : No , dearest soul ; ( so lifting up her eyes , Which shew'd like watry suns quench't in the moister skies ) 14 My deare , my dearest Irby , ( at that name , As at a well-known watch-word , forth there pressed Whole flouds of teares , and straight a suddain quame Seizing her heart , her tongue with weight oppressed , And lockt her grief within her soul distressed ; There all in vain he close and hidden lies : Silence is sorrows speech ; his tongue speaks in her eyes : 15 Till grief new mounted on uneven wings Of loud-breath'd sighs , his leaden weight up sending , Back to the tongue his heavie presence brings , His usher teares , deep grones behinde attending , And in his name her breath most gladly spending , As if he gone , his name were all her joying ) Irby , I never grudg'd thee heav'n , and heav'ns enjoying . 16 'T is not thy happinesse that breeds my smart , It is my losse , and cause that made me lose thee ; Which hatching first this tempest in my heart , Thus justly rages ; he that lately chose thee To live with him , where thou might'st safe repose thee , Hath found some cause out of my little caring , By spoiling thine to spare , and spoil my life by sparing . 17 Whither , ah whither shall I turn my head , Since thou my God so sore my heart hast beaten ? Thy rods yet with my bloud are warm and red : Thy scourge my soul hath drunk , my flesh hath eaten . Who helps , when thou my Father so dost threaten ? Thou hid'st thy eyes ; or if thou dost not hide them , So dost thou frown , that best I hidden may abide them . 18 I weeping grant , what ever may be dreaded , All ill thou canst inflict , I have deserved ; Thy mercy I , I mercie onely pleaded . Most wretched men , if all that from thee swerved , By merit onely in just weight were served ! If nought thou giv'st , but what desert doth get me , Oh give me nothing then ; for nothing I intreat thee . 19 Ah wherefore are thy mercies infinite , If thou dost hourd them up , and never spend them ? Mercy 's no mercy hid in envious night : The rich mans goods , while in his chest he penn'd them , Were then no goods ; much better to misspend them . Why mak'st thou such a rod ? so fierce dost threat me ? Thy frowns to me were rods ; thy forehead would have beat me . 20 Thou seiz'd my joy ; ah he is dead and gone , That might have dress'd my wounds , when thus they smarted : To all my griefs I now am left alone ; Comfort 's in vain to hopelesse grief imparted : Hope , comfort , joy with him are all departed . Comfort , hope , joy , lifes flatterers , most I flie you , And would not deigne to name , but naming to defie you . Al. 21 Sister , too farre your passions violent heat And griefs too headlong in your plaint convay you : You feel your stripes , but mark not who does beat ; 'T is he that takes away , who can repay you : This grief to other rods doth open lay you : He bindes your grief to patience , not dejection . Who bears the first not well , provokes a new correction . El. 22 I know 't is true ; but sorrows blubber'd eye Fain would not see , and cannot well behold it : My heart surround with grief is swoll'n so high , It will not sink , till I alone unfold it ; But grows more strong , the more you do withhold it : Leave me a while alone ; griefs tide grows low , And ebs , when private tears the eye-banks overflow . 23 She quickly rose , and readie now to go , Remember measure in your griefs complaining ; His last , his dying words command you so : So left her ; and Elisa sole remaining , Now every grief more boldly entertaining , They flock about her round ; so one was gone , And twentie fresh arriv'd . ' Lone grief is least alone . 24 Thus as she sat with fixt and setled eye , Thousand fond thoughts their wandring shapes depainted : Now seem'd she mounted to the crystall skie , And one with him , and with him fellow-sainted ; Straight pull'd from heav'n : & then again she fainted : Thus while their numerous thoughts each fancie brought , The minde all idle sat : much thinking lost her thought . 25 And fancy , finding now the dulled sight Idle with businesse , to her soul presented ( While th' heavy minde obscur'd his shaded light ) Her wofull body from her head absented ; And suddain starting , with that thought tormented , A thing impossible too true she found : The head was gone , and yet the headlesse body sound . 26 Nor yet awake she cries ; ah this is wrong , To part what Natures hand so neare hath tied ; Stay oh my head , and take thy trunk along : But then her minde ( recall'd ) her errour spied ; And sigh'd to see how true the fancy lied , Which made the eye his instrument to see That true , which being true it self must nothing be . 27 Vile trunk ( saies she ) thy head is ever gone ; Vile headlesse trunk , why art thou not engraved ? One wast thou once with him , now art thou none ; Or if thou art , or wert , how art thou saved ? And livest still , when he to death is slaved ? But ( ah ) when well I think , I plainly see , That death to him was life , and life is death to me . 28 Vile trunk , if yet he live ; ah then again Why seek'st thou not with him to be combined ? But oh since he in heav'n doth living reigne , Death wer't to him in such knots to be twined ; And life to me with him to be confined : So while I better think , I eas'ly see My life to him were death , his death were life to me . 29 Then die with him , vile trunk , and dying live ; Or rather with him live , his life applying ; Where thou shalt never die , nor ever grieve : But ah , though death thou feel'st within thee lying , Thou ne're art dead , though still in sorrow dying : Most wretched soul , which hast thy seat and being , Where life with death is one , & death with life agreeing ! 30 He lives and joyes ; death life to him hath bred : Why is he living then in earth enwombed ? But I , a walking coarse , in life am dead : 'T is I , my friends , 't is I must be entombed ; Whose joy with grief , whose life with death's benummed : Thou coffin art not his , nor he is thine ; Mine art thou : thou the dead , & not the livings shrine . 31 You few thinne boards , how in so scanted room So quiet such great enemies contain ye ? All joy , all grief lies in this narrow tombe : You contraries , how thus in peace remain ye , That one small cabin so should entertain ye ? But joy is dead , and here entomb'd doth lie , While grief is come to moan his dead-lov'd enemie . 32 How many vertues in this little space ( This little little space ) lie buried ever ! In him they liv'd , and with them every grace : In him they liv'd , and di'd , and rise will never . Fond men ! go now , in vertues steps persever ; Go sweat , and toil ; thus you inglorious lie : In this old frozen age vertue it self can die . 33 Those petty Northern starres do never fall ; The unwasht Beare the Ocean wave despises ; Ever unmov'd it moves , and ever shall : The Sun , which oft his head in night disguises , So often as he falls , so often rises ; And stealing backward by some hidden way , With self same light begins and ends the yeare & day . 34 The flowers , which in the absence of the Sunne Sleep in their winter-houses all disarm'd , And backward to their mothers wombe do runne ; Soon as the earth by Taurus horns is warm'd , Muster their colour'd troups ; and freshly arm'd , Spreading their braving colours to the skie , Winter and winters spight , bold little elves , defie . 35 But Vertues heav'nly and more glorious light , Though seeming ever sure , yet oft dismounteth ; And sinking low , sleeps in eternall night , Nor ever more his broken spheare remounteth : Her sweetest flower , which other flowers surmounteth As farre as roses nettles , soonest fadeth : Down falls her glorious leaf , & never more it bladeth . 36 And as that dainty flower , the maiden rofe , Her swelling bosome to the Sunne discloses ; Soon as her lover hot and fiery grows , Straight all her sweets unto his heat exposes , Then soon disrob'd her sweet and beautie loses ; While hurtfull weeds , hemlocks , & nettles stinking Soon from the earth ascend , late to their graves are sinking . 37 All so the vertuous bud in blooming falls , While vice long flourishing late sees her ending : Vertue once dead no gentle spring recalls ; But vice springs of it self ; and soon ascending , Long views the day , late to his night descending . Vain men , that in this life set up your rest , Which to the ill is long , and short unto the best ! 38 And as a dream , where th' idle fancie playes , One thinks that fortune high his head advances ; Another spends in woe his weary dayes ; A third seems sport in love , and courtly dances ; A fourth to finde some glitt'ring treasure chances ; Soon as they wake , they see their thoughts were vain , And either quite forget , or laugh their idle brain : 39 Such is the world , and such lifes quick-spent play : This base , and scorn'd ; that great , in high esteeming ; This poore , and patched seems ; that rich , and gay ; This sick , that sound ; yet all is but a seeming : So like that waking oft we fear w' are dreaming ; And think we wake oft , when we dreaming play . Dreams are as living nights ; life as a dreaming day . 40 Go then , vain life ; for I will trust no more Thy flattering dreams : death , to thy resting take me : Thou sleep without all dreams , lifes quiet shore , When wilt thou come ? when wilt thou overtake me ? Enough I now have liv'd ; loath'd life forsake me : Thou good mens endlesse fight , thou ill mens feast ; That at the best art bad , and worst art to the best . 41 Thus as in teares she drowns her swollen eyes , A suddain noise recalls them ; backward bending Her weary head , there all in black she spies Six mournfull bearers , the sad hearse attending , Their feet and hands to that last dutie lending : All silent stood she , trembling , pale , and wan ; The first grief left his stage , a new his part began . 42 And now the coffin in their arms they take , While she with weight of grief sat still amazed ; As do sear leaves in March , so did she quake , And with intended eyes upon them gazed : But when from ground the doleful hearse they raised , Down on the beer half dead she carelesse fell ; While teares did talk apace , and sighs her sorrows tell . 43 At last , Fond men ( said she ) you are deceiv'd ; It is not he , 't is I must be interred : Not he , but I of life and soul bereav'd ; He lives in heav'n , among the saints referred : This trunk , this headlesse body must be buried . But while by force some hold her , up they reare him , And weeping at her tears , away they softly beare him . 44 But then impatient grief all passion proves , She prayes & weeps ; with teares she doth intreat them : But when this onely fellow passion moves , She storms and raves , and now as fast doth threat them ; And as she onely could , with words doth beat them ; Ah cruell men , ah men most cruell , stay : It is my heart , my life , my soul , you beare away . 45 And now no sooner was he out of sight , As if she would make good what she had spoken , First from her hearts deep centre deep she sigh'd ; Then , ( as if heart , and life , and soul were broken ) Down dead she fell ; and once again awoken , Fell once again ; so to her bed they bore her : While friends ( no friends ) hard love to life and grief restore her . 46 Unfriendly friends , ( saith she ) why do ye strive To barre wisht death from his so just ingression ? Your pitie kills me ; 't is my death to live , And life to die : it is as great oppression To force out death , as life from due possession ; 'T is much more great : better that quickly spills A loathed life , then he that with long torture kills . 47 And then , as if her guiltlesse bed offended ; Thou trait'rous bed , when first thou didst receive me , Not single to thy rest I then ascended : Double I came , why should I single leave thee ? Why of my better part dost thou bereave me ? Two prest thee first : why should but one depart ? Restore , thou trait'rous bed , restore that better part . 48 Thus while one grief anothers place inherits , And one yet hardly spent , a new complained : Griefs leaden vapour dulls the heavy spirits , And sleep too long from so wisht seat restrained , Now of her eyes un'wares possession gained ; And that she might him better welcome give , Her lord he new presents , and makes him fresh to live . 49 She thinks he lives , and with her goes along ; And oft she kiss'd his cheek , and oft embraced ; And sweetly askt him where he staid so long , While he again her in his arms enlaced ; Till strong delight her dream and joy defaced : But then she willing sleeps ; sleep glad receives her ; And she as glad of sleep , that with such shapes deceives her . 50 Sleep widow'd eyes , and cease so fierce lamenting ; Sleep grieved heart , and now a little rest thee : Sleep sighing words , stop all your discontenting ; Sleep beaten breast ; no blows shall now molest thee : Sleep happy lips ; in mutuall kisses nest ye : Sleep weary Muse , and do not now disease her : Fancie , do thou with dreams and his sweet presence please her . FINIS .
To my deare friend , the SPENCER of this age . Deare friend , NO more a Stranger now : I lately past Thy curious Building ; call'd ; but then my haste Deny'd me a full draught ; I did but taste . Thy Wine was rich and pleasing ; did appeare No common grape : My haste could not forbeare A second sippe ; I hung a Garland there : Past on my way ; I lasht through thick and thinne , Dispatch'd my businesse , and return'd agen ; I call'd the second time ; unhors'd , went in : View'd every Room ; each Room was beautifi'd With new Invention , carv'd on every side , To please the common and the curious ey'd : View'd every Office ; every Office lay Like a rich Magazen ; & did bewray ‛ Thy Treasure , op'ned with thy golden key : View'd every Orchyard ; every Orchyard did Appeare a Paradise , whose fruits were hid ( Perchance ) with shadowing Leaves , but none forbid . View'd every Plot ; spent some delightfull houres In every Garden , full of new-born flowers , Delicious banks , and delectable bowers . Thus having stepp'd and travell'd every staire Within , and tasted every fruit that 's rare Without ; I made thy house my thorough-fare . Then give me leave , rare Fletcher , ( as before I left a Garland at thy Gates ) once more To hang this Ivie at thy Postern-doore . FRANCIS QUARLES . FINIS .
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