An anatomy of the vvorld Wherein, by occasion of the vntimely death of Mistris Elizabeth Drury the frailty and the decay of this whole world is represented.

AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD . When that rich soule which to her Heauen is gone , Whom all they celebrate , who know they haue one , ( For who is sure he hath a soule , vnlesse It see , and Iudge , and follow worthinesse , And by Deedes praise it ? He who doth not this , May lodge an in-mate soule , but t is not his . ) When that Queene ended here her progresse time , And , as t' her standing house , to heauen did clymbe , Where , loth to make the Saints attend her long , Shee 's now a part both of the Quire , and Song , This world , in that great earth-quake languished ; For in a common Bath of teares it bled , Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out : But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt , Whether the world did loose or gaine in this , ( Because since now no other way there is But goodnes , to see her , whom all would see , All must endeuour to be good as shee , ) This great consumption to a feuer turn'd , And so the world had fits ; it ioy'd , it mournd . And , as men thinke , that Agues physicke are , And th' Ague being spent , giue ouer care , So thou , sicke world , mistak'st thy selfe to bee Well , when alas , thou' rt in a Letargee . Her death did wound , and tame thee than , and than Thou mightst haue better spar'd the Sunne , or Man ; That wound was deepe , but 't is more misery , That thou hast lost thy sense and memory . T' was heauy then to heare thy voyce of mone , But this is worse , that thou art speechlesse growne . Thou hast forgot thy name , thou hadst ; thou wast Nothing but she , and her thou hast o'repast . For as a child kept from the Font , vntill A Prince , expected long , come to fulfill The Ceremonies , thou vnnam'd hadst laid , Had not her comming , thee her Palace made : Her name defin'd thee , gaue thee forme and frame , And thou forgetst to celebrate thy name . Some moneths she hath beene dead ( but being dead , Measures of times are all determined ) But long shee'ath beene away , long , long , yet none Offers to tell vs who it is that 's gone . But as in states doubtfull of future heyres , When sickenes without remedy , empayres The present Prince , they 're loth it should be said , The Prince doth languish , or the Prince is dead : So mankind feeling now a generall thaw , A strong example gone equall to law , The Cyment which did faithfully compact And glue all vertues , now resolu'd , and slack'd , Thought it some blasphemy to say sh' was dead ; Or that our weakenes was discouered In that confession ; therefore spoke no more Then tongues , the soule being gone , the losse deplore . But though it be too late to succour thee , Sicke world , yea dead , yea putrified , since shee Thy'ntrinsique Balme , and thy preseruatiue , Can neuer be renew'd , thou neuer liue , I ( since no man can make thee liue ) will trie , What we may gaine by thy Anatomy . Her death hath taught vs dearely , that thou art Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part . Let no man say , the world it selfe being dead , 'T is labour lost to haue discouered The worlds infirmities , since there is none Aliue to study this dissectione ; For there 's a kind of world remaining still , Though shee which did inanimate and fill The world , be gone , yet in this last long night , Her Ghost doth walke ; that is , a glimmering light , A faint weake loue of vertue and of good reflects from her , on them which vnderstood Her worth ; And though she haue shut in all day , The twi-light of her memory doth stay ; Which , from the carcasse of the old world , free , Creates a new world ; and new creatures be Produc'd : The matter and the stuffe of this , Her vertue , and the forme our practise is . And though to be thus Elemented , arme These Creatures , from hom-borne intrinsique harme , ( For all assum'd vnto this Dignitee , So many weedlesse Paradises bee , Which of themselues produce no venemous sinne , Except some forraine Serpent bring it in ) Yet , because outward stormes the strongest breake , And strength it selfe by confidence growes weake , This new world may be safer , being told The dangers and diseases of the old : For with due temper men do then forgoe , Or couet things , when they their true worth know . There is no health ; Physitians say that we At best , enioy , but a neutralitee . And can there be worse sickenesse , then to know That we are neuer well , nor can be so ? We are borne ruinous : poore mothers crie , That children come not right , nor orderly , Except they headlong come , and fall vpon An ominous precipitation . How witty's ruine ? how importunate Vpon mankinde ? It labour'd to frustrate Euen Gods purpose ; and made woman , sent For mans reliefe , cause of his languishment . They were to good ends , and they are so still , But accessory , and principall in ill . For that first mariage was our funerall : One woman at one blow , then kill'd vs all , And singly , one by one , they kill vs now . We doe delightfully our selues allow To that consumption ; and profusely blinde , We kill our selues , to propagate our kinde . And yet we doe not that ; we are not men : There is not now that mankinde , which was then When as the Sunne , and man , did seeme to striue , ( ioynt tenants of the world ) who should suruiue . When Stag , and Rauen , and the long-liu'd tree , Compar'd with man dyde in minoritee . When , if a slow pac'd starre had stolne away From the obseruers marking , he might stay Two or three hundred yeares to see 't againe , And then make vp his obseruation plaine ; When , as the age was long , the sise was great : Mans grouth confess'd , and recompenc'd the meat : So spacious and large , that euery soule Did a faire Kingdome , and large Realme controule : And when the very stature thus erect , Did that soule a good way towards Heauen direct . Where is this mankind now ? who liues to age , Fit to be made Methusalem his page ? Alas , we scarse liue long enough to trie ; Whether a new made clocke runne right , or lie . Old Grandsires talke of yesterday with sorrow , And for our children we reserue to morrow . So short is life , that euery peasant striues , In a torne house , or field , to haue three liues . And as in lasting , so in length is man Contracted to an inch , who was a span . For had a man at first , in Forrests stray'd , Or shipwrack'd in the Sea , one would haue laid A wager that an Elephant , or Whale That met him , would not hastily assaile A thing so equall to him : now alas , The Fayries , and the Pigmies well may passe As credible ; mankind decayes so soone , We 're scarse our Fathers shadowes cast at noone . Onely death addes t' our length : nor are we growne In stature to be men , till we are none . But this were light , did our lesse volume hold All the old Text ; or had we chang'd to gold Their siluer ; or dispos'd into lesse glas , Spirits of vertue , which then scattred was . But 't is not so : w' are not retir'd , but dampt ; And as our bodies , so our mindes are cramp't : 'T is shrinking , not close-weaning , that hath thus , In minde and body both bedwarfed vs . We seeme ambitious , Gods whole worke t' vndoe ; Of nothing he made vs , and we striue too , To bring our selues to nothing backe ; and we Do what we can , to do 't so soone as hee . With new diseases on our selues we warre , And with new phisicke , a worse Engin farre . Thus man , this worlds Vice-Emperor , in whom All faculties , all graces are at home ; And if in other Creatures they appeare , They 're but mans ministers , and Legats there , To worke on their rebellions , and reduce Them to Ciuility , and to mans vse . This man , whom God did wooe , and loth t' attend Till man came vp , did downe to man descend , This man , so great , that all that is , is his , Oh what a trifle , and poore thing he is ! If man were any thing , he 's nothing now : Helpe , or at least some time to wast , allow T' his other wants , yet when he did depart With her whom we lament he lost his hart . She , of whom th' Auncients seem'd to prophesie , When they call'd vertues by the name of shee , She in whom vertue was so much refin'd , That for Allay vnto so pure a minde Shee tooke the weaker Sex , sh[e] that could driue The poysonous tincture , and the stayne of Eue , Out of her thoughts , and deeds ; and purifie All , by a true religious Alchimy ; Shee , shee is dead ; shee 's dead : when thou knowest this , Thou knowest how poore a trifling thing man is . And learn'st thus much by our Anatomee , The heart being perish'd , no part can be free . And that except thou seed ( not banquet ) on The supernaturall food , Religion , Thy better Grouth growes withered , and scant ; Be more then man , or thou' rt lesse then an Ant. Then , as mankinde , so is the worlds whole frame Quite out of ioynt , almost created lame : For , before God had made vp all the rest , Corruption entred , and deprau'd the best : It seis'd Angels , and then first of all The world did in her Cradle take a fall , And turn'd her braines , and tooke a generall maime Wronging each ioynt of th' vniversall frame . The noblest part , man , felt it first ; and than Both beasts and plants , curst in the curse of man . So did the world from the first houre decay , That euening was beginning of the day , And now the Springs and Sommers which we see , Like sonnes of women after fifty bee . And new Philosophy cals all in doubt , The Element of fire is quite put out ; The Sunne is lost , and th' earth , and no mans wit Can well direct him , where to looke for it . And freely men confesse , that this world 's spent , When in the Planets , and the Firmament They seeke so many new ; they see that this Is crumbled out againe to his Atomis . 'T is all in pieces , all cohaerence gone ; All iust supply , and all Relation : Prince , Subiect , Father , Sonne , are things forgot , For euery man alone thinkes he hath got To be a Phoenix , and that then can bee None of that kinde , of which he is , but hee . This is the worlds condition now , and now She that should all parts to reunion bow , She that had all Magnetique force alone , To draw , and fasten sundred parts in one ; She whom wise nature had inuented then When she obseru'd that euery sort of men Did in their voyage in this worlds Sea stray , And needed a new compasse for their way ; Shee that was best , and first originall Of all faire copies ; and the generall Steward to Fate ; shee whose rich eyes , and brest , Guilt the West Indies , and perfum'd the East ; Whose hauing breath'd in this world , did bestow Spice on those Isles , and bad them still smell so , And that rich Indie which doth gold interre , Is but a single money , coyn'd from her : She to whom this world must it selfe refer , As Suburbs , or the Microcosme of her , Shee , shee is dead ; shee 's dead : when thou knowst this , Thou knowst how lame a cripple this world is . And learnst thus much by our Anatomy , That this worlds generall sickenesse doth not lie In any humour , or one certaine part ; But , as thou sawest it rotten at the hart , Thou seest a Hectique feuer hath got hold Of the whole substance , not to be contrould . And that thou hast but one way , not t' admit The worlds infection , to be none of it . For the worlds subtilst immateriall parts Feele this consuming wound , and ages darts . For the worlds beauty is decayd , or gone , Beauty , that 's colour , and proportion . We thinke the heauens enioy their Sphericall Their round proportion embracing all . But yet their various and perplexed course , Obseru'd in diuers ages doth enforce Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts , Such diuers downe-right lines , such ouerthwarts , As disproportion that pure forme . It teares The Firmament in eight and fortie sheeres , And in those constellations then arise New starres , and old do vanish from our eyes : As though heau'n suffred earth-quakes , peace or war , When new Towres rise , and olde demolish'd are . They haue empayld within a Zodiake The free-borne Sunne , and keepe twelue signes awake To watch his steps ; the Goat and Crabbe controule , And fright him backe , who els to eyther Pole , ( Did not these Tropiques fetter him ) might runne : For his course is not round ; nor can the Sunne Perfit a Circle , or maintaine his way One inche direct ; but where he rose to day He comes no more , but with a cousening line , Steales by that point , and so is Serpentine : And seeming weary with his recling thus , He meanes to sleepe , being now falne nearer vs . So , of the stares which boast that they do runne In Circle still , none ends where he begunne . All their proportion's lame , it sinks , it swels . For of Meridians , and Parallels , Man hath weau'd out a net , and this net throwne Vpon the Heauens , and now they are his owne . Loth to goe vp the hill , or labor thus To goe to heauen , we make heauen come to vs . We spur , we raine the stars , and in their race They 're diuersly content t' obey our pace . But keepes the earth her round proportion still ? Doth not a Tenarif , or higher Hill Rise so high like a Rocke , that one might thinke The floating Moone would shipwracke there , and sink ? Seas are so deepe , that Whales being strooke to day , Perchance to morrow , scarse at middle way Of their wish'd iourneys end , the bottom , dye . And men , to sound depths , so much line vntie , As one might iustly thinke , that there would rise At end thereof , one of th' Antipodies : If vnder all , a Vault infernall be , ( Which sure is spacious , except that we Inuent another torment , that there must Millions into a strait hote roome be thrust ) Then solidnes , and roundnes haue no place . Are these but warts , and pock-holes in the face Of th' earth ? Thinke so . But yet confesse , in this The worlds proportion disfigured is , That those two legges whereon it doth relie , Reward and punishment are bent awrie . And , Oh , it can no more be questioned , That beauties best , proportion , is dead , Since euen griefe it selfe , which now alone Is left vs , is without proportion . Shee by whose lines proportion should bee Examin'd , measure of all Symmetree , Whom had that Ancient seen , who thought soules made Of Harmony , he would at next haue said That Harmony was shee , and thence infer , That soules were but Resultances from her , And did from her into our bodies go , As to our eyes , the formes from obiects flow : Shee , who if those great Doctors truely said That th' Arke to mans proportions was made , Had beene a type for that , as that might be A type of her in this , that contrary Both Elements , and Passions liu'd at peace In her , who caus'd all Ciuill warre to cease . Shee , after whom , what forme soe're we see , Is discord , and rude incongruitee , Shee , shee is dead , shee 's dead ; when thou knowst this , Thou knowst how vgly a monster this world is : And learnst thus much by our Anatomie , That here is nothing to enamor thee : And that , not onely faults in inward parts , Corruptions in our braines , or in our harts , Poysoning the fountaines , whence our actions spring , Endanger vs : but that if euery thing Be not done fitly'nd in proportion , To satisfie wise , and good lookers on , ( Since most men be such as most thinke they bee ) They 're lothsome too , by this Deformitee . For good , and well , must in our actions meete : Wicked is not much worse then indiscreet . But beauties other second Element , Colour , and lustre now , is as neere spent . And had the world his iust proportion , Were it a ring still , yet the stone is gone . As a compassionate Turcoyse which doth tell By looking pale , the wearer is not well , As gold fals sicke being stung with Mercury , All the worlds parts of such complexion bee . When nature was most busie , the first weeke , Swadling the new-borne earth , God seemd to like , That she should sport herselfe sometimes , and play , To mingle , and vary colours euery day . And then , as though she could not make i now , Himselfe his various Rainbow did allow . Sight is the noblest sense of any one , Yet sight hath onely color to feed on , And color is decayd : summers robe growes Duskie , and like an oft dyed garment showes . Our blushing redde , which vs'd in cheekes to spred , Is inward sunke , and onely our soules are redde . Perchance the world might haue recouered , If she whom we lament had not beene dead : But shee , in whom all white , and redde , and blue ( Beauties ingredients ) voluntary grew , As in an vnuext Paradise ; from whom Did all things verdure , and their lustre come , Whose composition was miraculous , Being all color , all Diaphanous , ( For Ayre , and Fire but thicke grosse bodies were , And liueliest stones but drowsie , and pale to her , ) Shee , shee is dead ; shee 's dead : when thou knowst this , Thou knowst how wan a Ghost this our world is : And learnst thus much by our Anatomee , That it should more affright , then pleasure thee . And that , since all faire color then did sinke , T is now but wicked vanity to thinke , To color vitious deeds with good pretence , Or with bought colors to illude mens sense . Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares , Then that her influence the heau'n forbeares , Or that the Elements doe not feele this , The father , or the mother barren is . The clouds conceiue not raine , or doe not powre In the due birth-time , downe the balmy showre . Th' Ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth , To hatch her seasons , and giue all things birth . Spring-times were common cradles , but are toombes And false-conceptions fill the generall wombs . Th' Ayre showes such Meteors , as none can see , Not onely what they meane , but what they bee . Earth such new wormes , as would haue troubled me Th' Egyptian Mages to haue made more such . What Artist now dares boast that he can bring Heauen hither , or constellate any thing , So as the influence of those starres may bee Imprisond in an Herbe , or Charme , or Tree , And doe by touch , all which those starres could do ? The art is lost , and correspondence too . For heauen giues little , and the earth takes lesse , And man least knowes their trade , and purposes . If this commerce twixt heauen and earth were not Embarr'd , and all this trafique quite forgot , Shee , for whose losse we haue lamented thus , Would worke more fully ' and pow'rfully on vs . Since herbes , and roots by dying , lose not all , But they , yea Ashes too , are medicinall , Death could not quench her vertue so , but that It would be ( if not follow'd ) wondred at : And all the world would be one dying Swan , To sing her funerall prayse , and vanish than . But as some Serpents poison hurteth not , Except it be from the liue Serpent shot , So doth her vertue need her here , to fit That vnto vs ; she working more then it . But she , in whom , to such maturity , Vertue was growne , past growth , that it must die , She from whose influence all Impressions came , But , by Receiuers impotencies , lame , Who , though she could not transubstantiate All states to gold , yet guilded euery state , So that some Princes haue some temperance ; Some Counsaylors some purpose to aduance The common profite ; and some people haue Some stay , no more then Kings should giue , to craue ; Some women haue some taciturnity ; Some Nunneries , some graines of chastity . She that did thus much , and much more could doe , But that our age was Iron , and rusty too , Shee , shee is dead ; shee 's dead : when thou knowst this , Thou knowest how drie a Cinder this world is . And learnst thus much by our Anatomy , That 't is in vaine to dew , or mollifie It with thy Teares , or Sweat , or Bloud : no thing Is worth our trauaile , griefe , or perishing , But those rich ioyes , which did possesse her hart , Of which shee 's now partaker , and a part . But as in cutting vp a man that 's dead , The body will not last out to haue read On euery part , and therefore men direct Their speech to parts , that are of most effect ; So the worlds carcasse would not last , if I Were punctuall in this Anatomy . Nor smels it well to hearers , if one tell Them their disease , who faine would think they 're wel . Here therefore be the end : And , blessed maid , Of whom is meant what euer hath beene said , Or shall be spoken well by any tongue , Whose name refines course lines , & makes prose song , Accept this tribute , and his first yeares rent , Who till his darke short tapers end be spent , As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth , Will yearely celebrate thy second birth , That is , thy death . For though the soule of man Be got when man is made , 't is borne but than When man doth die . Our body 's as the wombe , And as a mid-wife death directs it home . And you her creatures , whom she workes vpon And haue your last , and best concoction From her example , and her vertue , if you In reuerence to her , doe thinke it due , That no one should her prayses thus reherse , As matter fit for Chronicle , not verse , Vouchsafe to call to minde , that God did make A last , and lastingst peece , a song . He spake To Moses , to deliuer vnto all , That song : because he knew they would let fall , The Law , the Prophets , and the History , But keepe the song still in their memory . Such an opinion ( in due measure ) made Me this great Office boldly to inuade . Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre Me , from thus trying to emprison her . Which when I saw that a strict graue could do , I saw not why verse might not doe so too . Verse hath a middle nature : heauen keepes soules , The graue keeps bodies , verse the same enroules .

A FVNERALL ELEGIE . T Is lost , to trust a Tombe with such a ghest , Or to confine her in a Marble chest . Alas , what 's Marble , Ieat , or Porphiry , Priz'd with the Chrysolite of eyther eye , Or with those Pearles , and Rubies which shee was ? Ioyne the two Indies in one Tombe , 't is glas ; And so is all to her materials , Though euery inche were ten escurials . Yet shee 's demolish'd : Can we keepe her then In workes of hands , or of the wits of men ? Can these memorials , ragges of paper , giue Life to that name , by which name they must liue ? Sickly , alas , short-liu'd , aborted bee Those Carkas verses , whose soule is not shee . And can shee , who no longer would be shee , Being such a Tabernacle , stoope to bee In paper wrap't ; Or , when she would not lie In such a house , dwell in an Elegie ? But 't is no matter ; we may well allow Verse to liue so long as the world will now . For her death wounded it . The world containes Princes for armes , and Counsailors for braines , Lawyers for tongues , Diuines for hearts , and more , The Rich for stomachs , and for backes the Pore ; The Officers for hands , Merchants for feet By which remote and distant Countries meet . But those fine spirits , which doe tune and set This Organ , are those peeces which beget Wonder and loue ; And these were shee ; and shee Being spent , the world must needes decrepit bee . For since death will proceed to triumph still , He can finde nothing , after her , to kill , Except the world it selfe , so great as shee . Thus braue and confident may Nature bee , Death cannot giue her such another blow , Because shee cannot such another show . But must we say shee 's dead ? May 't not be said That as a sundred Clocke is peece-meale laid , Not to be lost , but by the makers hand Repolish'd , without error then to stand , Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs It selfe into the earth , and after comes , ( Hauing first made a naturall bridge , to passe For many leagues , ) farre greater then it was , May 't not be said , that her graue shall restore Her , greater , purer , firmer , then before ? Heauen may say this , and ioy in 't ; but can wee Who liue , and lacke her , here this vantage see ? What is 't to vs , alas , if there haue beene An Angell made a Throne , or Cherubin ? We lose by 't : And as aged men are glad Being tastlesse growne , to ioy in ioyes they had , So now the sicke staru'd world must feed vpone This joy , that we had her , who now is gone . Reioyce then nature , and this world , that you Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue Your force and vigor , ere it were neere gone , Wisely bestow'd , and layd it all on one . One , whose cleare body was so pure , and thin , Because it neede disguise no thought within . T' was but a through-light scarfe , her minde t'enroule , Or exhalation breath'd out from her soule . One , whom all men who durst no more , admir'd ; And whom , who ere had worth enough , desir'd ; As when a Temple 's built , Saints emulate To which of them , it shall be consecrate . But as when Heau'n lookes on vs with new eyes , Those new starres eu'ry Artist exercise , What place they should assigne to them they doubt , Argue , and agree not , till those starres go out : So the world studied whose this peece should be . Till she can be no bodies else , nor shee : But like a Lampe of Balsamum , desir'd Rather t' adorne , then last , shee soone expir'd ; Cloath'd in her Virgin white integrity ; For mariage , though it doe not staine , doth dye . To scape th' infirmities which waite vpone Woman , shee went away , before sh' was one . And the worlds busie noyse to ouercome , Tooke so much death , as seru'd for opium . For though she could not , nor could chuse to die , Shee'ath yeelded to too long an Extasie . He which not knowing her sad History , Should come to reade the booke of destiny , How faire and chast , humble and high shee'ad beene , Much promis'd , much perform'd , at not fifteene , And measuring future things , by things before , Should turne the leafe to reade , and read no more , Would thinke that eyther destiny mistooke , Or that some leafes were torne out of the booke . But 't is not so : Fate did but vsher her To yeares of Reasons vse , and then infer Her destiny to her selfe ; which liberty She tooke but for thus much , thus much to die . Her modesty not suffering her to bee Fellow-Commissioner with destinee , Shee did no more but die ; if after her Any shall liue , which dare true good prefer , Euery such person is her delegate , T' accomplish that which should haue beene her fate . They shall make vp that booke , and shall haue thankes Of fate and her , for filling vp their blanks . For future vertuous deeds are Legacies , Which from the gift of her example rise . And 't is in heau'n part of spirituall mirth , To see how well , the good play her , on earth . FINIS .