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With a short pleasure ; so we empire gaine Enlighten'd. And since thou must never here
And rule the fate of businesse, the sad paine Be seene againe : may I o're take thee there.
Of action we contemne, and the affright
Which with pale visions still attends our night.

Our joyes false apparitions, but our feares
Are certaine prophecies. And till our ears

BOAst not the rev'rend Vatican, nor all
Reach that cælestiall musique, which thine now

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
Exempted, is in death to follow thee.

Is Nature's chief excbequer, hence the East
When it is purified by th' generall fire

Shall see these now pale ashes sparkle higher
There is no peace in sinne. Æternall warr Than all the gems she vants : transcendjog far
Doth rage 'mong vices. But all vertues are lu fragrant lustre the bright morning star.
Friends 'mong themselves, and choisest accents be 'Tis true, they now seeme darke. But rather we
Harsh ecchos of their beavenly harmonie.

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
But thy example (if kinde Heaven had daign'd But if ware so far blind, we cannot see
Frailty that favour) had mankind regain'd The wonder of this truth; yet let us be
To his first purity. For that the wit

Not in Gdels; nor like dull atheists give
Of vice, might not except 'gainst th’ancherit

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
'Though all the ayre she suckt in, were impure. Keepes something of his glory in his dust.
In this darke mist of errour with a cleare
Vnspotted light, thy vertue did appeare
T'obrayd corrupted man. How could the rage
Of untain'd lust have scorcht decrepit age;

Had it seene thy chast youth? Who could the
Of time have spent in riot, or his health (wealth
By surfeits forfeited; if he had seene
What temperance had in thy dyet becne?

What glorious foole bad vaunted honours bought
By gold or practise, or by rapin brought
From his fore-fathers, had he understood

How 'Talbot valued not his own great blood !
Had politicians geene him scorning more

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



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
Love! I no orgies sing

And aguish ayres : yet lightnings oftner kill
Whereby thy mercies to invoke :

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
But now I thee bequeath

Of humane wit? Which, when 'tis fortified
To the soft silken youths at court :

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
They'le smooth thee into rime,

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
To make thein a high sayle of honour beare.

Of thunder, or to shrinke, oppos'd by all
And may a powerfull smile

The angry winds, it of it selfe doth fall,
Cherish their fatteries of wit!

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,
For I have seen the pine

And show us how we may secure our state
Famed for its travels ore the sea :

From pittied ruine, by another's fate; Broken with stormes and age decline,

Yet we, contemping all such sad advice,
And in some creeke unpittied rot away.

Pursue to build, though on a precipice.
I have seene cædars fall,

But you (my lord) prevented by foresight
And in their roome a mushrome grow :

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
The scorne of lime, and sport of Fate,
How can I turve to jollitie
My ill-strung harpe, and court the delicate ?
How can I but disdaine

Tell me, Ogreat All-knowing God!
The emptie fallacies of mirth ;

What period Aud in my midnight thoughts retaine,

Hast thou unto my dayes assign'd ?
Hlow high so ere I spread, my root's in carth.

Like some old leafelesse tree, shall I
Fond youth! too long I play'd

Wither away or violently
The wanton with a false delight:

Fall by the axe, by lightning, or the wind ? Which when I toucht, I found a shade,

Heere, where I first drew vitall breath,
That onely wrought on th'errour of my sight.

Shall I meete death?
Then since pride doth betray

And finde in the same vault a roome
The soule to flatter'd ignorance :

Where my fore-fathers' ashes sleepe ? I from the world will steale away,

Or shall I dye, where none shall weepe
And by humility my thoughts advance.

My timelesse fate, and my cold earth intonbe?
Shall l'gainst the swift Parthians fight,

And in their flight
Receive my death? Or shall I see
That envied peace, in which we are

Triumphant yet, disturb'd by warre,

And perish by th' invading enemie?
FORGIVE my envie to the world, while I

Astrologers, who calculate
Commend those sober thoughts perswade you fly

Vncertaiue fate





How wilt thou hate thy warres, when be,
Who onely for his hire did raise
Thy counterfet in stone, with thee
Shall stand competitor, and be

Perhapes thought worthier praise ?
No laurell wreath about my brow!
To thee, my God, all praise, whose law
The conquer'd doth and conqueror bow'
For both dissolve to ayre, if thou

'Thy influence but withdraw.


Affirme my scheme doth not presage
Any abridgement of my dayes :
And the physitiau gravely sayes,
I may enjoy a reverent length of age.
But they are jugglers, and by slight

Of art the sight
Of faith delude: and in their schoole
They onely practise how to make
A mistery of each mistake,
And teach strange words credulity to foole.
For thou who first didst motion give,

Whereby things live,
And time hath being! to conceale
Future events didst thinke it fit
To check th' ambition of our wit,
And keepe in awe the curious search of zeale,
Therefore, so I prepar'd still be,

My God, for thee:
O'th' sudden on my spirits may
Some killing apoplexie seize,
Or let me by a dull disease,
Or weakened by a feeble age, decay.
And so I in thy favour dye,

No memorie
For me a well-wrought tombe prepare,
For if my soule be 'mong the blest,
Though my poore ashes want a chest,
I shall forgive the trespasse of my heire.

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Welcome, thou safe retreate !
Where th' injured man may furtifie
'Gainst the invasions of the great:
Where the leave slave, who th’ore doth plye,
Soft as his admirall may lye.

Great statist! 'tis your doome,
Though your designes swell high and wide,
To be contracted in a tombe !
And all your happie cares provide
But for your heire authorized pride.

Nor shall your shade delight
l'th' pompe of your proud obsequies :
And should the present flatterie write
A glorious epitaph, the wise
Will say, “ The poet's wit bere lyes."

How reconcil'd to fate
Will grow the aged villager,
When he shall see your funerall state!
Since death will him as warme inter
As you in your gay sepulchre.

The great decree of God
Makes every path of mortals lead
To this darke common period.
For, what by wayes so cre we tread,
We end our journey 'mong the dead.

Even I, while humble zeale
Makes fancie a sad truth indite,
Insensible a way doe steale :
And when I'me lost in death's cold night,
Who will remember, now I write ?





No marble statue, nor bigh
Aspiring pyramid, be rais'd
To lose its head within the skie!
What claime have I to meinory?

God, be thou onely praisd!
Thou in a moment canst defeate
The mighty conquests of the proude,
And blast the laurels of the great.
Thou canst make brightest glorie set

O'th' sudden in a cloude.
How can the feeble workes of art
Hold out 'gainst the assault of stormes ?
Or how can brasse to him impart
Sence of surviving fame, whose heart,

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?


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,
Will scarce retaine ip memory, that we were.

Tbat farre stretcht powre.
Tracke thro' the ayre the footsteps of the wind, Which bis proud dangers traffique for,
And search the print of ships sail'd by ; theu finde | Is but the triumph of an houre.
Where all the glories of those monarchs be

That from the farthest North,
Who bore such sway in the world's infancie.

Some nation may
Time bath devour'd them all: and scarce can

Yet undiscovered issue forth,

And ore his new got conquest sway.
Give an account, that ere they had a name.
How can he, then, who doth the world controle, Some nation yet shut in
And strikes a terrour now in either pole,

With hils of ice
Th’ insulting Turke secure himself, that he May be let out to scourge bis sinne,
Shall not be lost to dull posterity ?

Till they shall equall bim in vice.
And though the superstition of those times,
Which deified kings to warrant their owne crimes,

And then they likewise shall
Translated Cæsar to a starre; yet they,

Their ruine have; Who every region of the skie survay,

For as your selves your empires fall,
In their cælesijall travaile, that bright coast

And every kingdome hath a grave.
Could nere discorer, which containes his ghost. Thus those cælestiall fires,
And after death to make that are survive

Though seeming inute,
Which subjects owe their princes yet alive, The fallacie of our desires
Though they build pallaces of brasse and jet, And all the pride of life confute.
And keepe them living in a counterfei,
The curious looker on snone passes by,

For they have watcht since first
And findes the tombe a sickenesse to his eye.

The world had birth : Neither, when once the soule is gone, doth all

And found sinne in it selfe accurst,
The solemne triumph of the funerall

And nothing permanent on Earth.
Adde to her glory, or her paine release :
Then all the pride of warre, and wealth of peace,
For which we toild, froin us abstracted be,
And onely serve to swell the history. [fright

These are sad thoughts (my lord) and such as
The easie soule made tender with delight,

To the cold humbie hermitage
Who thinkes that he hath forfitted that houre (Not tenanted but by discoloured age,
Which addes not to his pleasure or his powre. Or youth onfeebled by long prayer,
But by the friendship which your lordship daignes And tame with fasts) th' Almighty dotlı repaire.
Your servant, I have found your judgement raignes But from the lofty gilded roofe,
Above all passion in you: and that sence

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,
Knowing thy art, the mockery of time?

Wbich by examples tells the high
Rich structures they mus: as their owners, dys :

And while they stand, their tennants are
Detraction, Flatt'ry, W'antonnesse, and Care,

Pride, Envie, Arrogance, anıl Doubt,

Surfet, an: Ease still tortured by the gout
WHEN I survay the bright

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,


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