A spiritual spicerie containing sundrie sweet tractates of devotion and piety. By Ri. Brathwait, Esq.
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A spiritual spicerie containing sundrie sweet tractates of devotion and piety. By Ri. Brathwait, Esq.
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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London :: Printed by I. H[aviland] for George Hutton at his shop within turning stile in Holborne,
1638.
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Devotional literature.
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His Labours.
MEMORIALL VIII.
MY breeding was such,
as it never acquainted
mee with any Hand-labour.
Neither was my constitution
so strong as to endure it:
nor my disposition so low as
to brooke it. Free-bred
were my Studies: so as, Lap∣wing-like,
with shell on head,
I begun to write, before my
yeares could well make mee
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an Author. But hence my
teares! The Subjects I made
choyce of, were of Love; to
close with my fancie, which
was verie light. I was proud
in bearing the title of a Wri∣ter;
which, I must confesse,
together with the instancie
of such as either truly ap∣plauded
mee, or deluded
mee, made mee ambitious
after the name of an Author.
And what were those light
Poems I then penned; but
such as are now pensive
Odes to my dolorous soule,
grieving to peruse what my
youth so dearely loved? O
how familiar was I with
Parnassus, Helicon, Hippo∣crene,
and all the Muses!
Meane time, I seldome or
never thought of that hea∣venly
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Olympus, which
crowns all vertuous Labours
with true happinesse. It was
the saying of an holy Fa∣ther;
Those studies which
I once loved, now con∣demne
mee; those which
I sometimes praised, now
disparage mee.
Far more
cause have I to say, how,
Those Labours which I once
fancied, now afflict mee:
those which sometimes de∣lighted
mee, now perplex
mee. I am many times in
company, where I heare
some of my youthfull verses
repeated: and though I doe
neither owne them, nor
praise them: yet must I in
another place answer for
them, if hee, on whom I de∣pend,
shall not in these teares
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which I shed, drowne the
memory of them. For alas!
how many chaste eares have
I offended; how many light
eares have I corrupted with
those unhappie workes which
I have published? What wan∣ton
measures have I writ for
the nonc't, to move a light
Curtezan to hugge my con∣ceit;
and next her Venus and
Adonis, or some other im∣modest
toy, to lodge mee in
her bosome? Light stuffe, to
be entertained in so flourish∣ing
a state! O how the re∣remembrance
of these doe
grieve me! When that Ta∣lent,
which might have beene
employed to Gods glory;
became a Forge of lightnesse
and vanity! O how much
better had it beene for mee
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to bury it, than to use it to
his dishonour, who gave me
it! Was this the triall of
wits, to make choice of no
other Theame, than what
corrupts best wits? Was
Learning made to no other
end, than to make lines, so ma∣ny
lures; to take a mod••st eye;
or worke on an easie minde;
or to lead a poore deluded
Soule to Hell? Was wit gi∣ven
to be exercised in wan∣tonnesse;
or to prostitute
it selfe, only to please it selfe,
with lightnesse? Unhappie
Wit, that is so employed!
Ill-goven'd Learning, that is
so bestowed •• We cry out of
the Devill (and good cause
have we to doe so) for temp∣ting
our Grandam Eve, and
deceiving her with his sub∣tiltie;
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tell mee then, what
age, sex or degree may not
justly cry out of such as
mee, who have tempted our
Grandams children so often
with our ribaldry? Well
might that devout Father
call Poetry, the Devils Wine;
to make men and women
drunke with their pro∣phanenesse;
abuse them
with their lightnesse: But
woe is mee! it was not all
kindes of Poetry that he con∣demned.
For what sweet
and heavenly wits have been
employed in Poesie? What
devout teares have their di∣vine
workes begot? What
holy motions, heavenly fan∣cies
have these bred? Poesie
then is a divine influence;
and the choice of the Sub∣ject
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makes the difference.
This I speake not in defence
of my selfe, but in defence of
it which I have so much abu∣sed.
For many sweet Poems
have I read, which could not
chuse but beget in an at∣tentive
Reader many good
thoughts: and whose In∣ventions,
whether they were
couched in prose or verse, de∣serrved
of all cleare judge∣ments,
their applause; and
these live to posterity; be∣cause
they enlivened vertue:
& set up such a Light upon
the Altar of devotion, as shal
never go out. But these I fol∣lowed
not. Let my teares
therefore be many; because
the fruits which others rea∣ped
by my Labours, were but
few. Neither was I onely
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vers'd in these. For being
put on by my Superiours, at
whose dispose I was, I ad∣dressed
my pen to Labours
Historicall, Morall and Di∣vine.
Neither was I in these
lesse blame-worthy: for even
Those, wherein I should on∣ly
have aym'd at Gods glo∣ry,
had ever in them some
sprinklings of vaine-glory:
Nay, what was more; (for
enough I cannot speake to
my owne shame;) Those
Cardinall vertues whereof I
treated; and which to the
imitation of others I com∣mended;
found ever the
worst example in my selfe.
Which could not chuse but
redound to my great disho∣nour;
to see mee the least
observer of that, which I
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commended to another.
Likewise, those Theologicall
vertues, which in those my
Diviner Workes, I so highly
honoured; with those se∣ven
Beatitudes, the practice
whereof I so much pressed;
where found they my imita∣tion
in them, to confirme
my admiration of them?
Now tell mee, was this all
that might bee required of
mee? Was it sufficient for
mee to commend to others,
what I meant not to amend
in my selfe? Was this the
duty of an Author? Whe∣ther
bee our lives to bee
showne in our pens, or our
pens in our lives? Truth is,
for one Active man, we have
••en Contemplative. Amongst
which, none ever professed
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more, and expressed lesse,
than my selfe. I could some∣times
say, and confirme it
with a vow; That I could ne∣ver
dictate with tongue, nor
relate with pen, what I con∣ceived
not first in heart. But
none could finde this in me,
that did reade me; or by con∣versing
with me, found mee.
So as, withdrawing my selfe
a little aside from ••he world,
and considering my owne
fearfull estate, whom even
ripenesse of time, cals out of
the world: I goe on many
times in this Appeale to my
selfe.
Looke, I pray thee,
looke, a little on thy selfe:
and let no strange eye see
thee, nor eare heare thee,
nor tongue judge thee
but thy selfe. What hast
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thou writ; or of what
hast thou writ? Of love;
of Love! but didst thou not
corrupt that style, and
make it Lust? Yes; hea∣vens
know, thou didst. A∣gaine,
didst thou chuse
a better subject? how didst
thou handle it? wel enough
in thy line; but too too
ill in thy Life.
O then, let
it be thy Labour, in this thy
small remainder, to begge
forgivenesse of Him, whom
thou didst so much disho∣nour:
and if ever there bee
spent by thee more Lampe-light
on those Studies, let
Him onely have the praise,
who rewards ••••ery faith∣full
Labourer in the Evening,
and gives to his Labour suc∣cesse.