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With a short pleasure ; so we empire gaine Enlighten'd. And since thou must never here
BOAst not the rev'rend Vatican, nor all
The cunning pompe of the Escuriall. So che refully receive, we must allow
Though there both th' Indies met in each smal room No comfort to our griefes : from which to be
Th' are short in treasure of this precious tombe.
Here is th' epitome of wealth, this chest
Is Nature's chief excbequer, hence the East
Shall see these now pale ashes sparkle higher
Have by a cataract lost sight, than he While they didst live we did that union finde Though dead his glory. So to us blacke night In the so faire republick of thy mind,
Brings darkenesse, wben the Sun retains his light. Where discord never sweld. And as we dare
'Thou eclips'd dust! expecting breake of day Affirme those goodly structures, temples are From the thicke mists about thy tombe, l'le pay Where well-tund quires strike zeale into the eare: Like the just larke, the tribute of my verse: The musique of thy soule made us say, there I will invite thee, from thy envious herse God had his altars; every breath a spice
To rise, and 'bout the world thy beames to spread, And each religious act a sacrifice.
That we may see, there's brightnesse in the dead. But death hath that demolisht. All our eye My zeal deludes me not. What perfumes come Of thee now sees doth like a cittje lye
From th' happy vault? In her sweet martyrdome Ras'd hy the cannon. Where is then that flame The nard breathes nerer so, nor so the rose That added warmth and beauty to thy frame? When the enamour'd Spring by kissing blowes Fled heaven-ward to repaire, with its pure fire, Soft blushes on ber checke, nor th' early East The losses of some maim'd seraphick quire? Vying with Paradice, i'th' phænix nest. Or hovers it beneath, the world ! uphold
These gentle perfumes usher in the day From generall ruine, and expel that cold
Which from the night of his discolour'd clay Dull humour weakens it? If so it be;
Breakes on the sudden : for a soule so bright My sorrow yet must prayse Fate's charity.
Of force must to her earth contribute lighte
Not in Gdels; nor like dull atheists give
Our selves so long to lust, till we believe As too to strict; thou didst oncloyster'd live:
(Tallay the griefe of sinne) that we shall fall Teaching the soule by #bat preservative,
To a loath'd nothing in our funcrall. She may from sinnes contagion live secure,
The bad man's death is horrour. But the just
THE THIRD PART.
A HOLY MAN
Is onely happie. For infelicity and sinne were The unsafe pompe of greatnesse, then the poore borne twinnes; or rather like some prodigie with Thatcht roofes of shepheards, where th' unruly wind two bodies, both draw and expire the same (A gentler storme than pride) uncheckt doth find breath. Catholiqnie faiti is the foundaijon og Still free admittance: their pale labours had which he erects religion ; knowing it a ruinous Beene to be good, not to be great and bad.
madnesse to build in the ayre of a private spirit, But he is lost in a blind vault, and we
or on the sands of any new schisme. His impietie Must not admire though sinnes now frequent be is not so bold to bring divinity downe to the And uncontrol'd: since those faire tables where mistake of reason, or to deny those misteries bis The law was writ by death now broken are,
apprehension reacheth not. His obedience mores By death extinguisht is that star, whose light still by direction of the magistrate: and should Did shine so faithfull, that each ship sayI'd right conscience informe him that the command is Which steer'd by that. Nor marvell then if we, unjust; he judgeth it neverthelesse high treason (That failing) lost in this world's tempest be. by rebellion to make good bis tenets; as it were But to what orbe so c're thou dost retyre,
the basest cowardize, by dissimulation of reliFar from our ken : 'tis blest, while by thy fire gion, to preserve temporall respects. Llwe knores
DOMINE LABIA MEA APERIES.
humane pollicie but crooked rule of action : therefore loves, but not Joates on life Death and therefore by a distrust of his own knowledge how deformed soever an aspect it weares, he is attaimes it: confounding with supernaturall illu not frighted with : since it not annibilates, but mination, the opinionated judgment of the wise. uncloudes the soule. He therefore stands every In prosperity he gratefully admires the bounty of moment prepared to dye: and though be freely the Almighty giver, and useth, not abuseth yeelds up bimselfe, when age or sicknesse somnplenty: but in adversity he remaines unshaken, mon him; yet he with more alacritie puts off and like some eminent mountaine hath his head his earth, when the profession of faith crownes. above the clouds. For his happinesse is not
him a martyr. meteor-like exhaled from the vaponrs of this world; but shines a fixt starre, which when by misfortune it appears to fall, onely casts away the slimie matter. Poverty he neither feares nor covets, but cheerefully entertaines; imagining it the fire which tries vertne: nor how is Nog monument of me remaine, raonically soever it usurpe on him, doth he to it a sigh or wrinckle ; for he who soffers My mem'orie rust want without reluctancie, may be poore not
In the same marble with my dust, miserable. He sees the covetous prosper by Ere I the spreading lagrell gaine, usury, yet waxeth not leane with envie : and | By writiog wanton or prophane. when the posteritie of the impious flourish, he
Ye glorious wonders of the skies, questiones not the divine justice ; for temporall
Shine still, bright starres, rewards distinguish not ever the merits of men : and who hath beene of councel with the Æter- Ile not your beautious lights surprize,
Th’ Almightie's mystick characters! ball ? Fame he weighes not, but esteemes a
Tilluminate a woman's eyes. smoake, yet such as carries with it the sweetest odour, and riseth nsually from the sacrifice of Nor, to perfume ber veines, will I onr best actions. Pride he disdaines, when he In each one set findes it swelling in himselfe; but easily for The purple of the violet: giveth it in another: Nor can any man's errour The untoucht flowrc may grow and dye in life, make him sinne in censure, since sel. Safe from my fancie's injurie. dome the folly we con lemne is so culpable as the severity of our judgement. He doth not open my lippes, great God! and then
le soare above malice the over-spreading growth of his æqualls:
The humble flight of carnall love. but pitties, not despiseth the fall of any man: esteeming yet no storine of fortune dangerous: Add trace no path of vulgar men.
Vpward to thee lle force my pen, but what is rais'd through our owne demerit. When he lonkes on other's vices, he values not for what can our unbounded soules himselfe virtuous hy comparison, but examines Worthy to be his owne defects, and findes matter enough at Their object finde, excepting thee ? home for reprehersion. In conversation lis car There can I fixe ? since time controules riage is neither plausible to flattery, nor reserv'd Our pride, whose motion all things roules. to rigonr: but so demeanes himselfe as created for societie. In solitude he remembers his better Should I my selfe ingratiate part is angelicall; and therefore his minde prac
T'a prince's sinile, tiseth the best discourse without assistance of
How soone, may death my hopes beguile? inferiour organs. Lust is the basiliske he Ayes, And should I farme the proudest state, a serpent of the most destroying venome: for it l'me tennart to uncertaine fate. blasts al plants with the breath, and carries the If I court gold, will it not rust? most murdering artillery in the eye. He is ever
And if my love merry but still modest : not dissolved into un.
Toward a female beauty move, decent laughter, or tickled with wit scurrilous How will that surfet of our lust or injurious. He cunningly searcheth into the Distast us, when resolv'd to dust? vertues of others, and liberally commends them: but buries the vices of the imperfect in a chari-But thon, Æternall banquet! where table silence, whose manners he reformes not by For erer we invectives but example. In prayer he is frequent Mas feede without satietie ! not apparent : yet as he labours rot the opi. Who harmonie art to the eare, nion, so he feares not the scandall of being who art, while all things else appeare ! thought good. He every day travailes bis medic While up to thee I shoote my fame, tations up to Heaven, and never findes himself
Thou dost dispence wearied with the journey; but when the neces.
A holy death, that murders sence, sities of nature returne him downe to Earth, he
And makes me scorne all pompes, that ayme esteemes it a place, hee is condemned to. Devo
At other triumphes than thy name. tion is his mistresse on which he is passionately enamourd : for that he hath found the most | It crownes me with a victory soveraigne antidote against sinne, and the onely So heavenly, all balsome powerfull to cure those wounds hee hath That's earth from me away doth fall. receav'd ihrough frajlety. To live be knowes a And I, from my corruption free, benefit, and the contempt of it ingratitude, and Grow in my vowes even part of thee
The glorious troubles of the court. For though VERSA IST IN LUCTUM CYTHARA MEA.
The vale lyes open to each overflow,
And in the humble shade we gather ill
And aguish ayres : yet lightnings oftner kill
O'th' naked heights of mountaines, whereon we Nor from the East rich perfumes bring
May have more prospect, not securitie. To cloude thy altars with the precious smoake. For when, with losse of breath, we have ortcome Nor while I did frequent
Some steepe ascent of power, and forc'd a roome Those fanes by lorers rais'd to thee,
On the so envi'd hill, how doe our hearts Did I loose beathenish rites invent,
Pant with the labour, and how many arts To force a blush from injur'd chastitie.
More subtle must we practise, to defend
Our pride from sliding, than we did t'ascend? Religious was the charme
How doth successe delude the mysteries I used affection to intice :
And all th' involv'd designements of the visc ? And thought none burnt more bright or warme, How doth that power, our pollitickes call chance, Yet chaste as winter was the sacrifice.
Racke them till they confesse the ignorance
Of humane wit? Which, when 'tis fortified
So strong with reason that it doth deride Who may their witty passions breath,
All adverse force, o'th' sudden findes its head To raise their mistresse' smile, or inake her sport.
Intangled in a spider's slender thread.
Colestiall Providence! how thou dost mocke
The boast of earthly wisdoine ! On some rocke Such as shall catch the wanton eare:
When man hath a structure, with such art And win opinion with the time,
It doth disdaine to tremble at the dart
Of thunder, or to shrinke, oppos'd by all
The angry winds, it of it selfe doth fall,
Evin in a calme so gentle, that no ayre While I my life of fame beguile,
Breaths loud enough to stirre a virgin's haire ! And under my owne vine uncourted sit.
But misery of judgement! Though past time
Instruct us by th’ill fortune of their crimes,
And show us how we may secure our state
From pittied ruine, by another's fate; Broken with stormes and age decline,
Yet we, contemping all such sad advice,
Pursue to build, though on a precipice.
But you (my lord) prevented by foresight
To engage your selfe to such an utsafe height, I have seene comets, threatning all,
And in your selfe both great and rich enough, Vanish themselves: I have scene princes so. Refused t'expose your vessell to the rough
Vncertaine sea of businesse : whence eren they Vaine triviall dust! weake man!
Who make the best returne, are forc'd to say: Where is that vertue of thy breath,
“ The wealth we by our worldly traffique gaine That others save or ruine can, When thou thy selfe art cal'di account by Death? Weighs light, if ballanc'd with the feare or paine."
When I consider thee
Tell me, Ogreat All-knowing God!
What period Aud in my midnight thoughts retaine,
Hast thou unto my dayes assign'd ?
Like some old leafelesse tree, shall I
Wither away or violently
Fall by the axe, by lightning, or the wind ? Which when I toucht, I found a shade,
Heere, where I first drew vitall breath,
Shall I meete death?
And finde in the same vault a roome
Where my fore-fathers' ashes sleepe ? I from the world will steale away,
Or shall I dye, where none shall weepe
My timelesse fate, and my cold earth intonbe?
And in their flight
Triumphant yet, disturb'd by warre,
And perish by th' invading enemie?
Astrologers, who calculate
PAUCITATEM DIERUM MEORUM NUNCIA MIHI.
PERDAM SAPIENTIAM SAPIENTUM.
TO THE RIGHT HON.
How wilt thou hate thy warres, when be,
Perhapes thought worthier praise ?
'Thy influence but withdraw.
SOLUM MIHI SUPEREST SEPULCHRUM.
Affirme my scheme doth not presage
Of art the sight
Whereby things live,
My God, for thee:
Welcome, thou safe retreate !
Great statist! 'tis your doome,
Nor shall your shade delight
How reconcil'd to fate
The great decree of God
Even I, while humble zeale
NOX NOBIS DOMIXE.
ET FUGIT VELUT UMBRA.
No marble statue, nor bigh
God, be thou onely praisd!
O'th' sudden in a cloude.
Is now resolv'd to wormes ? Blinde folly of triumphing pride! Æternitie why buildst thou here? Dost thou not see the highest tide Its humbled streame in th' ocean hide,
And nere the same appeare? That tide which did its banckes ore-flow, As sent abroad by th' angry sea To levell vastest buildings low, And all our trophes overthrow,
Ebbes like a theefe away. And thou, who to preserve thy name, Leav'st statues in some conquer'd land! How will posterity scorne fame, When th’idoll shall receive a maime,
And loose a foot or hand?
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD KINTYRE,
MY LORD, That shadow your faire body made So full of sport, it still the mimick playde, Ev'n as you mov'd and look'd but yesterday So huge in stature, night hath stolne away. And this is th' emblem of our life : to please And fatter which, we sayle ore broken seas, Vnfaithfull in their rockes and tides ; we dare All the sicke humours of a forraine ayre. And mine so deepe in earth, as we would trie To unlocke Hell, should gold there hoarded lie. But when we have built up an ædifice Toutwrastle time, we have but built on ice: For firme however all our structures be, Polisht with smoothest Indian ivory,
Rais'd high on marble, onr unthankfull heire
It tells the conqueror,
Tbat farre stretcht powre.
That from the farthest North,
Some nation may
Yet undiscovered issue forth,
And ore his new got conquest sway.
With hils of ice
Till they shall equall bim in vice.
And then they likewise shall
Their ruine have; Who every region of the skie survay,
For as your selves your empires fall,
And every kingdome hath a grave.
Though seeming inute,
For they have watcht since first
The world had birth : Neither, when once the soule is gone, doth all
And found sinne in it selfe accurst,
And nothing permanent on Earth.
ET ALTA A LONGE COGNOBCIT.
To the cold humbie hermitage
Stain'd with some pagan fiction, keepes a'oofe. Could never yet demolish that strong fence
Nor the gav landlord daignes to know, Which vertue guards you with: by which you are Whose buildings are like monsters but for shor. Triuinphant in the best, the inward warre.
Ambition ! whither wilt thee climbe,
Wbich by examples tells the high
And while they stand, their tennants are
Pride, Envie, Arrogance, anıl Doubt,
Surfet, an: Ease still tortured by the gout
O rather niay I patient dwell Cælestiall spheare :
In th' injuries of an ill cover' cell! So rich with jewels hung, that night
'Gainst whose too weakc defence tbe baile, Doth like an Ethiop bride appeare:
The angry winds, and frequent showres preraile. My soule her wings doth spread,
Where the swift measures of the day And heaven-ward dies,
Shall be distinguisht onely as I pray: The Almighty's mysteries to read
And some starre's solitary light In the large volumes of the skies.
Be the sole taper to the tedious night.
The neighbo‘ring fountajne (not accurst For the bright firmament
Like wine with madnesse) shall allay my thirst: Shootes forth oo flame
And the wilde fruites of Nature give So silent, but is eloqnent
Dyet enough, to let me feele I live. In speaking the Creator's name.
You wantons! who jmporei ish scas, No unregarded star
And th’ayre dispeople, your proud taste to please! Contracts its light
A greedy tyrant you obey, Into so small a character,
Who varies still its tribute with the day. Remov'd far from our humane sight:
What interest doth all the raine
Cunning of surfet to your sences gaine? But if we stedfast looke
Since it obscure the spirit must, We shall discerne
And bow the flesh to sleepe, disease or last. In it, as in some holy booke,
While who, forgetting rest and fare, How man may heavenly knowledge learne,
Watcheth the fall and rising of each starro,
NOX NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM.