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Who try'd each state, both best and worst, a space, And shall not these appointed to have place,
(Triumphing still) in the eternall towne,
drowne? How he (a Gentile) then to God was deare. There every member perfect made at length, If one would know the deeps of naturall things,
Shall have proportion, comelinesse, and strength. How farre that wisedome could her power extend; These eyes that here were lock'd up from the light, What usuall issue every cause forth brings, And scarce had beene acquainted with the day, The mèanes most apt to compasse any end ;
Then (lightning glory) shall appeare more bright, The wisest then of men, or yet of kings,
Nor is the morning's torch, which rayes array; Whose spatious judgement all could comprehend, They that were deafe shall heare each accent right; Great Solomou such mysteries can teach,
Some who were dumbe shall then God's praise disAs all philosophers could never reach.
Who all the bodie doth to strength restore, (play,
That with defects had tainted beene before.
They whom sterne Death when infants did surprise, If they with them incorporated stay,
And even ere borne abortives did pursue, Or if that there the Lord their race did kill,
What such might be though none can now surmise, Or else from thence did leade them all away,
Till demonstration prove conjectures true, By seas and deserts, working wonders still :
Shall at the last in the same stature rise, As yet reserv'd their ancient lands to gaine,
The which to them potentially was due: If he by them would show his power againe.
(Their litle dust then all extended soope)
A moment doth what yeares should earst have done. As from the ancients, that best understood, We there may learne the grounds whence knov. Exhausted age (Time's prey) that hath runne post, ledge springs,
Whose eyes as if asham'd (when fail'd) sinke in, So they may know from us (a greater good)
Which onely serves of what hath beene to boast, What their beginnings to perfection brings;
With shaking joynts, and with a withered skin, Who (babe-like first) were nurs'd with tender food, All is restor'd that forfeited for sinne;
Shall then revive, recovering what was lost ;
And phenix-like new beauties all display,
They must be perfect that in Heaven can stay." The ancient fathers of her infant state,
Babes from the cradle carried to the ground, For constancy by persecution crown'd,
Who did not live to get, nor give offence; The churche's progresse chearfully relate,
The ag'd by weakenesse that to bed were bound, In spite of tyrants which no power could bound;
Of life's three kinds scarce keeping that of sense; Which wax'd in trouble, bath'd by bloud, grew great, Which Christ might count when as he parted hence:
Both rysing now may of these yeares be fouud, Till all the world behov'd to heare her sound; And where on Earth long militant before,
Or else they shall all in that state be seene, She now triumphs in Heaven for evermore.
For health and beauty, which their best hath beene.
Our bodies shall not then as now grow grosse, The greatest comfort that on Earth we finde,
(Exulting humours tending to excesse) Is to converse with them whose gifts we love,
Nor can extenuate, since free from crosse, So variously to recreate the minde,
Which might distemper, alter, or make lesse ; And that this meanes our judgment may improve, They have no excrements, corruption's drosse, Loe here are all by sacred pennes design'd, Which doth our vilenesse palpablie expresse : Whose parts not onely men, but God did move: For in that citty nothing shall be seene, Some of each science can all doubts resolve, Which wits in errour's maze did oft involve.
That either is infirme, or yet uncleane.
What wonder must the shining substance move, But what great folly to imagine this?
Of sprituall bodies, when divinely borne? Since here each man can every thing discerne, Iudge by some parts what all the rest may prove, When all perfection full accomplish'd is,
This onely uselesse fleece from creatures shorne, And nothing rests more requisite to learne; (More bright then are Berinthia's haires above) The Lord such qualities, as onely his,
As beames the Sunne shall every head adorne; Doth freely give to them whom they concerne: Then pretious stones for ornament most meete, None needs to borrow, as penurious now,
More glorious are the nailes of hands and feete. The Lord to all doth liberally allow.
The face, Heaven's frontispiece, the braine's chiefe He earst would have the priests of each degree,
spheares, That at his altar were to serve approv'd,
Where intellectuall powers their course doe sway; From all deformities by nature free,
The eyes are starres, externall orbes the eares, With bodies sound, as fit to be belov'd;
Lips, moroing's blushing flames, cheeks, lightning Perchance because all else by custome be,
day; (As obvious to scorne) too quickly mor'd; Legs, not their burden, them their burden beares, Where his should have what others would allure, The armes, like angels' wings, through th'ayre doe A count'nance calme, affections that are pure.
Man skie-like bright, but still from tempest free,
The bodies then (as soules direct) doe move, (Earst little world) a little heaveo may be. And have no stop below, nor yet above. As Adam once (whilst naked) free from sinne, No painefull sicknesse, nor consuming sore, Was not asham'd to walke before the Lord, Which now with new alarmes us oft invest, So sball the saints (when glory doth begin)
Shall vexe the soule with anguish any more, Be to the same integrity restor'd; [skinne, As charging this fraile fort to yeeld her guest. No barenesse, robes, but brightnesse deckes the Nor shall she then, with passions (as before) Which no way else could be so much decor'd: Of her deare partner interrupt the rest; For, nakednesse when shining every where,
With mutuall pleasures multipli’d in force, Is purenesse, and not impudency there.
This second marriage nothing can divorce. The rayments held most rich for silke or gold, Through Heaven and Earth (though travelling ore Would but deforme, and no way could adorne,
all) Nor shall we need a guard against the cold, In these two volumes, God's great workes to see, Of things tou oft superfluously borne;
No danger is that can their course appall, As simple, sluggish, poore, none can unfold Nor can they faint who still in triumph be, What scandall can procure, contempt, or scorne:
And may themselves in stately seats enstall, No weakenesse is that any covering needs,
As kings, or priests, or greater in degree:
Immortall minions in their maker's sight.
O! happy soules, who, fild with heavenly things, (Nought can take fire, where fire is not enclos’d)
There for your mates continually shall have Shall neither snare, nor tempt the minde with lust; The holy prophets, patriarchs, and kings, Since generation's period is impos'd,
Apostles, martyrs, all whom Christ did save; We leave such thoughts when rising with the dust: This to my minde so great contentment brings, All carnall fancies quite extinguish'd rest,
Words cannot utter what my thoughts conceive: And sprituall love doth rarish every brest.
But what more good can be surmiz'd then this?
The Lord their King, and Heaven their kingdome is. As naked angels innocently live,
Nor were it much such happinesse to finde,
But quickly might make all our pleasures vaine, To God attendance, and obey his will;
If to decay at any time design'd,
We possibly were capable of paine, So shall we then with mutuall ardour strive,
The feare of that would still torment the minde, (All concupiscence past) whom zeale doth fill To love the Lord, and still his praise to sing,
Which true contentment thus could not attaine :
“ For the more pretious that a treasure proves, Not capable of any other thing.
The greater care the jealous owner moves." Though beauty thus a blessing doth remain,
All that could perish, to confusion past, And (made immortall) not by time surpris'd, Extinguish'd time no period can pretend, Yet this even here is but the least we gaine,
No expectation now accounts shall cast, A quality, no vertue, meanely priz'd,
Whose progresse doth on Nature's course depend : We shall more strength and nimblenesse attaine,
All then expir'd, or perfected, at last, Then ever hath been found, or yet devis’d,
We have no ends, nor nothing then can end : Not vex'd to conquer, from invasion free,
But all things there from bounds and measure free, We cannot wish but that which straight shall be.
Eternall are, and infinite must be. The greatest cause of wearinesse below,
We neither then can doe, nor suffer ill, By building Babels of confounding doubt,
Nor need wee feare (as earst before) to fall, (To search out truth still making us too slow) The man who first had Paradise at will, Is this grosse burden that we beare about; Made all who followed by his forfeit thrall; So that whilst bent what is remote to know, The man who first tooke Heaven (there raigning Prom this strict jayle, still strugling to be out : Our great Redeemer hath secur'd us all : [still) What labour hath the interrupted minde,
So that obeying what he doth command, Though sleep arrest, which scarce can be confin'd? Though angels fell, wee shall be sure to stand. But when the Lord doth these defects supply, The tyrants here that most disturbe our rest, By which the bodie's pow'rs are thus impair’d, Are viprous passions, parricides unkinde, (breast, As planets keep their course above the sky, Though breeding them, who burst out through the They more, as bright and swift, and when compard, A wretched parent by her off-spring pin’d, To angels every where like them they flye, Whilst sometime longiogs sweetly doe molest, By secret vertue, spritually prepar'd:
And sometime feares doe shrewdly vexe the minde, No weakenesse then the bodies can controule,
Which alwaies like a sea some storme must tosse, And they in motion second may the soule. Whilst wishing what we want, or fear'd for losse. Infirmities abandon'd all with sinnes,
But now a never interrupted blisse, The body as it would past faults defray,
With constant joy doth full contentment give, To serve the soule, obsequiously beginnes,
While as the minde not bended, nor remisse, Which us most gorgeously doth then array,
Can neither wish, nor feare, nor doubt, nor strive, To fowles as feathers, to the fishes finnes,
It having all, what had can never misse, Affording meanes to further still their way: And (satisfi’d) with confidence doth live:
For (still in peace) we nought save God can love, Till once arriv'd, where it doth alwaies tend; And him we have eternally above.
“ Care's lingring progresse cannot have an end." Whilst thus made free from all that can annoy,
But when the Lord, his (farre from what before, To thinke what pleasures soules shall then attaine, Whilst they on th’ Earth, as worms, were earst deThough all the world their wits in one employ, Their course would prove ridiculously vaine,
From forfeiture entirely shall restore, That which was sow'd in teares, is reap'd with joy, Amongst the blessed bands to be comprisid, Who here seem'd base, shall then with glory raigne: Then they themselves could wish, they shall hare This, ravish'd Paul could by no meanes expresse,
more, Who got a glance of what we shall possesse.
Or yet then could by mankinde be devis'd :
And with contentment an amazement breeds.
There pleasure's height no words can serve to tell, And may by Christ more kindely be embrac'd,
Since for their measure infinitely great, Whose love (not merited) must needs rest free.
Whose qualities (as quint-essenc'd) excell, By lohn's example, this on Earth was prov'd,
For time, eternall, which no bounds can date, Who on his bosome slept, as best belov'd.
The place is Heaven, wherethey with God doe dwell,
And are advanc'd to a most glorious state : The Lord even here doth in this course delight, Like man and angels earst, to sinne not thrall, All sorts distinguish'd both in church and state, And certifi'd that they shall never fall. The angels that, above, their charge acquite, As is their ranke and turne, in order wait : These mysteries no mortal's wit can try, The elders (plac'd in chayres) were cloath'd in white, Nor could corruption with their light comport: The holy towne, by tribes, names every gate: Which, though like Paul admitted them to spy, And these are said of all to shine most bright, None could conceive, farre lesse could them reWho by their meanes brought others to the light.
port: Of all that are in Heaven's great booke enrol'd,
The ancients all were straight afraid to dye, The meanest man, though many goe before,
When having seene the Lord in any sort : More pleas'd then wretches can be made by gold, Must first be glorified, as guests above.
And of such things who capable would prove, Shall envy none ; nor can he covet more: Small vessels as the big abound in store, When having all that they are fit to hold,
This is the joy that every soule doth fill, And every soule that once the Heavens receive,
That they the Lord continually shall see, Hath as much pleasure as it can conceive.
With humble reverence waiting on his will,
To minister, as marshal'd in degree; Here with their gifts, none fully pleas'd doth prove, And, there contemplating his glory still, But seeke that nature may be help'd by art, All zeale and love, as cloath'd with flames, shall be: Yet, with themselves all are so much in love, And him who did them thus so highly raise, That though in others they may praise some part, Celestiall quiristers, not pray, but praise. I know not what selfe-flatt'ring thoughts doe move, There is not one that would exchange his heart : Where we were earst a prey to cold and heat, “ Our owne intentions still we perfect finde; Mechanickly engag'd to abject toyles, Their fortunes many, wone would change their Whose bread behov'd to have a sawce of sweat, minde."
Who for apparell rob'd each creature's spoyles,
Whilst compassing the Lamb's majesticke seat, Then, this farre rather may beliefe procure,
That every breast with sacred ardoar boyles, That those in Heaven (how ever in degree
As needlesse then this week for worke removes, Free from defects) still joyfull, and secure,
And all for God an endlesse sabbath proves.
We shall God's people be, and he our Lord,
Who comes with us continually to stay,
(Death, griefe, nor paine, no more) with goodnesse
stor'd, This vaste triangle, this most huge small thing,
He from our eyes shall wipe all teares away, Life's quaking center, still first quicke, last kill'd,
And of life's water freely sball afford Which all the world within it selfe can bring,
To them who thirst, that they no more decay: Yet like an empty gulfe cannot be fil'd, (spring, Whom (all accomplish’d) we may justly call From whence deep flouds of raging thoughts do The first, the last, the three, the one, the all. By which the peace of man's
short space is spilld: Thou that didst guide we through such divers The ground of courage, all the bodie's strength, It still is pin'd, till spent by paine at length.
Imparting strength to reach my wished port, Or else this sparke, though under cloud yet cleare, Here make me rest amidst this heavenly bounds, (As rayes the Sunne) which doth the deity show, With saints and angels freely to resort, And to the same still striving to draw neare,, That (these my notes accorded with their sounds) From whence we are, would gladly make us know, I by experience clearely may report In Heaven a native, and a stranger here,
The state of Heaven, to magnifie thy name, As in antipathie with things below,
And there thy praise eternally proclame.
That dignity, when first it did begin,
Forth, when she first doth from Benlowmond rinne,
Is poore of waters, naked of renowne,
But Carron, Allon, Teath, and Duven in,
Doth grow the greater still, the further downe:
Still swallowing up the nearest neighbouring state,
With a deluge of men did realmes appall,
And thus th’Egyptian Pharoes first grew great ; That which I first for Henrie's life did sound,
Thus did th’ Assyrians make so many thrall,
Thus rear'd the Romans their imperiall seat: Shall, spite of death, which did high hopes betray, And thus all thuse great states to worke have gone, A speaking pledge, a living token stay,
Whose limits and the worlds were all but one. Which with his name shall make my love renown'd; But I'le not plunge in such a stormy deepe, His successor, thou may'st make use of this,
Which hath no bottome, nor can have no shore, Which freely showes what princes doe deserve; But in the dust will let those ashes sleepe, It both him dead, and thee alive may serve, Which (cloath'd with purple) once th’ Earth did Thy fame's presage, a monument of his.
Of them scarce now a monument wee keepe, That Charles of France, admir'd so much for worth, Who (thund'ring terrour) curb’d the world before ;
Religious, valiant, was call’d jastly great; Their states which by a number's ruine stood, • Thou hast his name, strive for his worth and state, Were founded, and confounded, both with bloud. Great in Great Britaine, to adorne the north :
If I would call antiquity to minde, That all the world with wondring eyes may see,
1, for an endlesse taske might then prepare, What was from Henry hop'd, perform'd by thee. But what ? ambition that was ever blinde,
Did get with toyle that which was kept with care,
And in all ages it was ever seene,
Yet registers of memorable things [sound, But whilst my selfe above my selfe I lift,
Would helpe (great prince) to make thy judgement And would the best of my inventions prove,
Which to the eye a perfect mirrour brings, I stand to study what should be my drift;
Where all should glasse themselves who would be Yet this the greatest approbation brings,
crown'd, Still to a prince to speake of princely things.
Reade these rare parts that acted were by kings,
Which (whilst thou in thy cabinet do'st sit)
Are worthy to bewitch thy growing wit. In shadowie woods, or in a humid cave, And taking that which th' earth not forc'd did give, and doe not, doe not (thou) the meanes omit, Would onely pay what nature's need did crave;
Times match'd with times, what they beget to spy, Then beasts of breath such numbers did deprive,
Since history may leade thee unto it, That (following Amphion) they did deserts leave:
A pillar whereupon good sprites rely, Who with sweet sounds did leade them by the eares, of time the table, and the nurse of wit, Where mutuall force might banish common feares. The square of reason, and the minde's cleare eye:
Which leads the curious reader through huge harms,
Who stands secure whilst looking on alarmes. Then building walles, they barbarous rites disdain'd, The sweetnesse of society to finde ;
Nor is it good ore brave men's lives to wander, And to attayne what unity maintain'd,
As one who at each corner stands amaz'd, As peace, religion, and a vertuous minde; No, study like some one thy selfe to render, That so they might have restlesse humours rayn'd, Who to the height of glory bath been rais'd ; They straight with lawes their liberty confin'd: So Scipio, Cyrus, Cæsar, Alexander, (prais'a, And of the better sort the best preferr'd,
And that great prince chos'd him whom Homer To chastise them against the lawes that err'd.
Or make (as which is recent, and best knowne)
Thy father's life a patterne for thine owne. I wot not if proud mindes who first aspir'd Yet marking great men's lives, this much impaires Ore many realmes to make themselves a right; The profit which that benefit imparts, Or if the world's disorders so requir'd,
While as transported with preposterous cares, That then had put Astræa to the flight;
To imitate but superficiall parts, Or else if some whose vertues were admir'd, Some for themselves frame of their fancies snares, And eminent in all the people's sight,
And show what folly doth ore-sway their hearts : Did move peace-lovers first to reare a throne, “ For counterfeited things doe staines embrace, And give the keyes of life and death to one. “ And all that is affected, hath no grace.”
Of outward things who (shallow wits) take hold, And this, a way to what they would, prepares,
Seek not due reverence onely to procure,
With shows of soveraignty, and guards oft lewd, Would such a course (though to his scorne) begin: So Nero did, yet could not so assure And bent to seem look like his father dead,
The hated diademe with bloud imbru'd ; Would make himselfe to lispe, and bow his head.
Nor as the Persian kings, who liv'd obscure,
And of their subjects rarely would be view'd; They who would rightly follow such as those, So one of them was secretly ore-thrown, Must of the better parts apply the pow'rs,
And in his place the murtherer raign'd unknown. As the industrious bee advis'dly goes, To seize upon the best, shunne baser flowres;
No onely goodnesse doth beget regard,
And equity doth greatest glory winne,
What they intend, that, bravely to begin;
This is to soveraigntie a powerfull guard,
And makes a prince's praise ore all come in : Thon to resemble thy renowned syre,
Whose life (his subjects' law) clear'd by his deeds, Must not (though some there were) mark triviall More then Iustinian's toyls, good order breeds.
things, But matchlesse vertues which all mindes admire,
All those who ore unbaptiz'd nations raign'd, Whose treasure to his realmes great comfort brings; By barbarous customes sought to foster feare, That to attaine (thou race of kings) aspire,
And with a thousand tyrannies constrain'd Which for thy fame may furnish ayery wings :
All them whom they subdu'd their yoke to beare, And like to eaglets thus thou prov'st thy kinde,
But those whom great Iehovah hath ordain'd, When both like him, in body, and in minde.
Above the Christians, lawfull thrones to reare :
Must seek by worth, to be obey'd for love,
So having raign'd below, to raigne above.
O happy Henrie, who art highly borne,
Yet beautifi'st thy birth with signes of worth, But (whilst base sloth each better care controules)
And (though a childe) all childish toyes do'st scorne, Are dead in ignorance, entomb'd' alive.
To show the world thy vertues budding forth, 'Twixt beasts and such the difference is but small,
Which may by time this glorious isle adorne, They use not reason, beasts have none at all.
And bring eternall trophees to the north,
While as thou do'st thy father's forces leade, O! heavenly treasure which the best sort loves, And art the hand, whileas he is the head. Life of the soule, reformer of tbe will, Cleare light, which from the mind each cloud re- Thou, like that gallant thunder-bolt of warre, moves,
Third Edward's sonne, who was so much renown'd, Pure spring of vertue, physicke for each ill,
Shalt shine in valour as the morning starre, Which in prosperity a bridle proves,
And plenish with thy praise the peopled round; And in adversity a pillar still;
But like to his, let nought thy fortune marre, Of thee the more men get, the more they crave,
Who, in his father's time, did dye uncrown'd: And thinke, the more they get, the lesse they have. Long live thy syre, so all the world desires,
But longer thou, so Nature's course requires. But if that knowledge be requir'd of all, What should they doe this treasure to obtaine, And, though time once thee, by thy birth-right, ones Whom in a throne, time travels to enstall,
Those sacred honours which men most esteeme, Where they by it of all things must ordaine ? Yet flatter not thy selfe with those faire showes, If it make them who by their birth were thrall,
Which often-times are not such as they seeme, As little kings, whilst ore themselves they raigne, Whose burd’nous weight, the bearer but ore-throws, Then it must make, when it hath throughly grac's That could before of no such danger deeme: them,
[them. Then if not, arm'd in time, thou make thee strong, Kings more then kings, and like to bim who plac'd Thou dost thy selfe, and many a thousand wrong. This is a griefe which all the world bemones, Since thou must manage such a mighty state, When those Jack judgement who are borne to judge, which hath no borders but the seas and skies, And like to painted tombes, or guilded stones, Then even as he who justly was call'd great, To troubled soules cannot afford refuge; [once, Did (prodigall of paines where fame might rise) Kings are their kingdomes' hearts, which, tainted with both the parts of worth in worth grow great, The bodies straight corrupt in which they lodge: As learn'd, as valiant, and as stout as wise: And those, by whose example many fall,
So now let Aristotle lay the ground, Are guilty of the murther of them all.
Whereon thou after may thy greatnesse found. The meanes which best make majestie to stand, For if transported with a base repose, Are laws observ'd, whilst practise doth direct Thou did'st (as thou dost not) mispend thy prime, The crowne, the head, the scepter decks the hand, what a faire occasion would'st thou lose, But onely knowledge doth the thoughts erect; Which after would thee grieve, though out of time! Kings should excell all them whom they command, To vertuous courses now thy thoughts dispose, In all the parts which do procure respect : While fancies are not glu'd with pleasure's lyme,