Otia sacra optima fides

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—Tutus in Umbra Silvestram tenui Musam meditatus avena. Virg: W.M. sculpsit

To my Book, upon the second Part, and the Title Page. Famulentur Prioribus.

THy first Part bears a stamp Divine, And so may pass for currant Coin; Though Momus Cark, and Zoilus bark, Thou art preserv'd as in an Ark: For what one doth by Faith apply, No flood of Envie can destroy. Yet how to help thee at a lift, That must be now my Second drift: For seeing thou wilt not alone Come forth, but be attended on, It's fit thy servant still should be, Adorn'd with modest Loyaltie; Such as the Hils, and Groves, and Brooks Afford the Fancy, 'stead of Books; And help Contentedness to wade, Though not to swim under a shade Of such Security may give 'Gainst heat and cold Prerogative Defence: where no times rayes or Thunder Shall blast or scorch those so lie under. But who themselves in Peace can thus read ore, Need but be thankfull, and ne're wish for more.

The Second Part.

Humane Science Handmaid to Divine. Famulentur Prioribus.

ALl were not Cedars that grew on The Top of Towring Lebanon, But here and there some less Plant set To give attendance on the great: So have I seen a grove of Pine Becircled with Eglantine; A Towle of Oaks that seem'd the higher, For over-looking of the Brier; The Beech, Ash, Elm, tak't not in scorn From the low Shrub and prickly Thorn That underneath their shades they dwell, And guard their roots as Sentinell: Medows, and Fields, and Gardens all Produce both simples, Med'cinall, And herbs of less esteem; yet these May some one sense or other please. Fountains with Crystall may compare, As they run out are known to share With this and that Land-water, til They colour change, yet Rivers fill. And if I would my Fancy rear, To lineat a day most clear; It should be such a one, wherein Some wooll-pack Clouds in corner's been. Thus the wise God of Nature chose And things in order to dispose: And Humane Raptures onely doth command As servants to Divine, to wait at hand.

Occasioned by seeing a Walk of Bay-trees.

NO Thunder blasts Ioves Plant, nor can Misfortune warp an honest Man; Shaken He may be, by some one Or other Gust, Unleav'd by none: Though tribulation's sharp and keen, His Resolutions keep Green; And whilst Integrity's his wall, His Year's all Spring, and hath no Fall.

Inter Acus & Aculeos pugna.

MAn like a little world, opens a pack Of Government, to all such Climes as lack; Wherein those humors that disturb the health, For Power, doe represent a Common-wealth; And Nature (uncontrowlably) would try, To subject all under her Monarchy; But in that Conflict findes no small disease, Whilst all restrain'd Authorities displease. Here may we see as from a Chaos spun, Discord, at push of pike; and Factions t'run A tilt: so break int' shivers and destroy The strict command of eithers soveraignty. Yet neither Title need we fear to leese, Sithence there's both King and Common-wealth 'mongst Bees.

Sorte tua sis Contentus.

DUm fremit immodic is rapiturque voragine ventis, Et vetat irato Gurgite Navis iter, Littoribus Placidum Pelagus, non Indica reddens Munera, sed Conchâ dat propiore dapes. Elige quod mavis est, Tumidos insistere Fluctus An Portum, Exitium quarere, sive bonum: Tentet Avarus Opes, & Amara pericula Ponti, Tuta cupit modicis rebus inesse Fides: Quamvis Castrae petas, Fora vel Togatus Amasses, Invenias Laqueis haec comitata suis: Sola manet requies Animo Quem jurgia nulla, Nulla vaporiferaeque Ambitionis habent. Sed satur, in proprio formentur pectore pacis Semina, quae fugiant Militiam atque Forum: Gaudeat umbriferis Sylvis pro Classe, Loquaces Lympharumque Choros Curia nec sileat. Namque Avibus junctis repetitur murmure cantus, Et saltabundum ceruat ubique Pecus: Gramineis locuples jactet jam terra tapetis, Et violae soboles sub sepe coepta ferunt. Pisciculis avidis Esca est inimica voracem Dum Condens hamum, sic cupidos capiens. Nec minus Agricolae dum tendit retia Turdus Praeda fit, aut Visco fallitur Ipse suo: Si sequeris Leporem, pedibus petit Ille salutem, Currenti stimulos addit & Ipse metus. Sin Rubis evigiles iremulas multo cane Damas, Ostendunt nemori non adhibenda Fides. Sis ubicunque velis, facias modo quid libet, Omne Te Cruciat, Menti ni sit amica quies.

Insula Britannica ad seipsam.

QUid moror in terras? Pinus descendit in undas, Et tondet Vitreas Classica sylvacomas. Gallia, quid profers? quid Tu Teutonica tentas? Hesperiésque tuis quidve Carina Malis. Num dabitis Legem Oceano Mihi Iura negantem, Littora Cui, Liquidus paret & Oceanus. Conficiam eximias Aurato tegmine Puppes, Signentur Rubrâ candida vela cruce. Ne caream verbis ubi Rectum quaerere Ius est, Pulmones strenuos, AErea Lingua vomet. Moenia si quisquam violenti fulmine tundet, Lignea forte putet, Igneaque inveniet.

Chloris Complaint.

DOe not the Planets (howsoere They wander) still retain a proper sphere? And seasons serve the year to bless, Although the Storms and Tempests are no less? Seem not becalmed Seas more fair, Than if th'had never been irregular? And shall fond Man alone be said, To be of all things else unpacifi'd? Lions to Lions kinde, and Bears Friendly to such; so Wolves partake o'th' fears With their pursued kin; The fell Est Tyger can with her associate dwell: And yet (as if unhuman'd) we By no means with each other can agree;

So that (we may degenerate From Natures mandate) all our Passion's hate, And where a Mishcief may befall, All Disposition's turn'd to Prodigall, Nor is there for Compassion Left any room (now t's out of fashion,) Befriend me wind, I'll try the wave, Though some ther be must sink, yet som 'tmay save, My Kalendar yet marks out spring, Dis-gust may shake, not blast the Blossoming. And therefore as I roav'd astray, 'Tis reconciling Truth points now the way, In which I would be thought as farr From variation, as the fixedst Starr; But with a constant shining thence, Serve King and Countrey by my Influence.

My New yeare-gift to the Times.

NOvum aperiens Ianitor nunc Annum, Iani Bifrontis Quis Nothus Caesarum, Restet ab victam longè Britanniam, Templa clausurus iterum Britannicis? Barbariem nunquam, (vel raro saltem) Tam feram memini Legisse seclis Vt jam ostenditur, Fratres in Fratres; Filiae Filiique, Obedientiâ omni, Tanquam protinus soluti, In matres etiam & in Patres, Vim ferunt rapide, Parentes mutuo

Natos natasque maximo Habent Odio, Sexus, AEtates licet numeras, Dissensionum undique querulas; Rixasque intelligis & Invidiae Artes ministratur assiduè; Majorem sub Leonino Temperiem invenias Axe, vel Canino, Tam fervida Torquet Alterutrinque Ira, Adeoque torret Discordiarum Flamma, Vt destruit & consumit Omnia: Friget in hoc aestu tamen, Charitatis solamen, Et quicquid saevitiae Produxit unquam Scythiae: Glacialis Sphaera, Hujus inimicitiae Fiat Imago vera. Bellica fuimus Praeda Romanis, Nec non Saxonibus, Quondamque Danis, Vicinis etiam victima Normannis. Ast in Postremo Hoc (absente Populo) Qui nos confundat Seculo, Ipsosmet petimus Et pro Purpureo victore, Quisque nunc tingitur Fratris Cruore.

The Fift of November, being in Kent a stony Countrey.

AM I in Kent? and can I be no more Befriended than to want a Stone to score That scape from Danger; which had it o'r-come, Might have both Conquer'd Kent and Christendome. Dye-mans although not rare now, Rubies are Through our Dissentions made peculiar Blaz'ners of Vertues Heraldry: nor can The Tincture serve of the Cornelian; The Topaz, Saphire, and the Emrald may On fingers worn, proclaim it Holiday: But I must finde a whiter, though it came Not far, but whence fair Albion took its name, The Cliffs of Dover, on whose Candid Brest I shall presume to share an interest On this Occasion, that no Rubricks spell May henceforth in some Bookers Chronicle Eclipse my glory, or exempt my praise, By ranking me amongst the Workedayes. Surely the Dye that black design put on, Would crave the best of all, and whitest Ston To mark that Providence, which did prevent The mischief of that vap'ring Element: Which Hatch'd below, should our Conceptions rouse, (In that before it grew pernicious, The Shell was crack'd; and so that enterprise Was vanquish'd, with th'abortive Cockatrice) First to the great Deliverer, and then A freedome of acknowledgment 'mongst men, That all of them may (as their fortunes are) Spend something on a solemnizing care. And as the Powder should have been our chance, Now let 'texpress loud our deliverance.

Anglia Hortus.

THe Garden of the world, wherein the Rose In chief Commanded, did this doubt propose To be resolv'd in; Whether sense to prise For umpire to Create it Paradise: One led by th'Ear of Philomel tels tales, And straightway cals't the land of Nightingales; An Other sharper sighted, ravish'd, cryes, O that I could be turn'd now all to eyes! A Third receiv'd such raptures from the tast Of various dainty fruits, that it surpast; A Fourth was caught (not with perfume) commends The Indian Clime, but what here Nature lends; Last, if you would Sattins or Velvets touch, For soft and smooth, Leaves can afford you such. And thus dispos'd, whilst every Sense admires, 'Tis sensless t'plant 'mongst Roses, Thistles, Briars.

Naumachia. In Pugnam Navalem inter Hispanos & Batavos, die Octobris, Anno 1639. Commissam in freto vulgò Le manche; ubi victoria His, tulna quàm foelicissimè Illis accidit.

Castiliana suos ardentes linquere Portus Iusta est Neptuno & frigidiore frui: Occurrit Liquidis Teutonica classis ab Oris, Vt Ligno huic Ignes supped'tare queat.

Sole exusta suo solvit de littore Puppis, Frangitur & Tepidis Artibus inter aquas. Bella gerunt Homines, nec non Elementa vicissim, Contendunt vires notificare suas. Ignea sublimes vis occupat, Altera mergit Tumosa AErios Ambitionis habet: Sola manet nostras Terrestria tuta salutes Conditio: maneat sic stabilita Diu.* 1.1

Ad Amicum super quatuor Anni Tempora & quatuor AEtates hominum Comparative.

BRumalis secli inconstantia, Te reddat Moestum ab Infantia, Ver praebeat Flores vanitatis Ideo juventutis, satis Viribus Virilis aetas, In AEstate cum nil metas AEstuet vano: dum senescis Para fructum, adest messis. AEstivum, Hyemale, vernum, Ceres ducunt in aeternum.

My happy Life, to a Friend.

Dearest in Friendship, if you'll know Where I my self, and how bestow, Especially when as I range, Guided by Nature, to love change: Beleeve, it is not to advance Or add to my inheritance;

Seeking t'engross by Power (amiss) What any other Man calls his: But full contented with my owne, I let all other things alone; Which better to enjoy 'thout strife, I settle to a Countrey life; And in a sweet retirement there, Cherish all Hopes, but banish fear, Offending none; so for defence Arm'd Capapee with Innocence; I doe dispose of my time thus, To make it more propitious. First, my God serv'd; I doe commend The rest to some choice Book or Friend, Wherein I may such Treasure finde T'inrich my nobler part, the Minde. And that my Body Health comprise, Use too some moderate Exercise; Whether invited to the field, To see what Pastime that can yield, With horse, or hound, or hawk, or t' bee More taken with a well-grown Tree; Under whose Shades I may reherse The holy Layes of Sacred Verse; Whilst in the Branches pearched higher, The wing'd Crew sit as in a quier: This seems to me a better noise Than Organs, or the dear-bought voice From Pleaders breath in Court and Hall At any time is stockt withall: For here one may (if marking well) Observe the Plaintive Philomel

Bemoan her sorrows; and the Thrush Plead safety through Defendant Bush: The Popingay in various die Performes the Sergeant; and the Pie Chatters, as if she would revive The Old Levite prerogative, And bring new Rotchets in again; Till Crowes and Jackdaws in disdain Of her Pide-feathers, chase her thence, To yeeld to their preheminence: For you must know't observ'd of late, That Reformation in the State, Begets no less by imitation, Amidst this chirping feather'd Nation; Cuckoes Ingrate, and Woodcocks some Here are, which cause they't seasons come, May be compar'd to such as stand At Terms, and their returns command; And lest Authority take cold, Here's th'Ivyes guest of wonder, th' Owl, Rufft like a Judge, and with a Beak, As it would give the charge and speak: Then 'tis the Goose and Buzzards art Alone, t'perform the Clients part; For neither Dove nor Pigeon shall, Whilst they are both exempt from gall. The Augur, Hern, and soaring Kite, Kalendar weather in their flight; As doe the Cleanlier Ducks, when they Dive voluntary, wash, prune, play; With the fair Cygnet, whose delight Is to out-vie the snow in white.

And therefore alwayes seeks to hide Her feet, lest they allay her pride. The Moor-hen, Dobchick, Water rail, With little Washdish or Wagtail; The Finch, the Sparrow, Jenny Wren, With Robin that's so kinde to men; The Whitetail, and Tom Tit obey Their seasons, bill and tread, then lay; The Lyrick Lark doth early rise, And mounting, payes her sacrifice; Whilst from some hedg, or close of furrs, The Partridge calls its Mate, and churrs; And that the Countrey seem more pleasant, Each heath hath Powt, and wood yeelds Phesant; Iunoes delight with Cock and Hens Turkies, are my Domestick friends: Nor doe I bird of Prey inlist, But what I carry on my Fist: Now not to want a Court, a King- Fisher is here with Purple wing, Who brings me to the spring-head, where Crystall is Lymbeckt all the yeere, And every Drop distils, implies An Ocean of Felicities; Whilst calculating, it spins on, And turns the Pebles one by one, Administring to eye and eare New Stars, and musick like the Sphere; When every Purle Calcin'd doth run, And represent such from the Sun: Devouring Pike here hath no place, Nor is it stor'd with Roach or Dace;

The Chub or Cheven not appeare, Nor Millers Thumbs, nor Gudgeons here, But nobler Trowts, beset with stones Of Rubie and of Diamonds, Bear greatest sway; yet some intrench, As sharp-finn'd Pearch, and healing Tench; The stream's too pure for Carp to lie, Subject to perspicuitie, For it must here be understood, There are no beds of sand and Mud, But such a Gravell as might pose The best of Scholars to disclose, And books and learning all confute, Being clad in water Tissue sute. These cool delights help'd with the air Fann'd from the Branches of the fair Old Beech or Oak, enchantments tie To every senses facultie; And master all those powers should give The will any prerogative: Yet when the scorching Noon-dayes heat, Incommodates the Lowing Neat, Or Bleating flock, hither each one Hasts to be my Companion. And when the Western Skie with red- Roses bestrews the Day-stars bed: The wholsome Maid comes out to Milk In russet-coats, but skin like silk; Which though the Sun and Air dies brown, Will yeeld to none of all the Town For softness, and her breaths sweet smell, Doth all the new-milcht Kie excell;

She knows no rotten teeth, nor hair Bought, or Complexion t'make her fair; But is her own fair wind and dress, Not envying Cities happiness: Yet as she would extend some pitty To the drain'd Neat she frames a ditty, Which doth inchant the beast, untill It patiently lets her Paile fill; This doth the babbling Eccho catch, And so at length to me't doth reach: Straight roused up, I verdict pass, Concluding from this bonny Lass, And the Birds strains, 'tis hard to say Which taught Notes first, or she, or they: Thus ravish'd, as the night draws on Its sable Curtain, in I'm gon To my poor Cell; which 'cause 'tis mine, I judge it doth all else out-shine, Hung with content and weather-proof, Though neither Pavement nor roof Borrow from Marble-quarr below, Or from those Hills where Cedars grow. There I embrace and kiss my Spouse, Who like the Vesta to the house, A Sullibub prepares to show By care and love what I must owe. Then calling in the Spawn and frie, Who whilst they live ne'r let us die; But every face is hers or mine, Though minted yet in lesser Coin, She takes an Apple, I a Plumbe, Encouragements for all and some:

Till in return they crown the herth With innocent and harmless merth, Which sends us Joyfull to our rest, More than a thousand others blest.

De Imperatorum Julianorum lineae ultimo Et Sulpitii sive Electorum primo.

VT Cadat infoelix nec sicca morte Tyrannus, Vindictam Patriae Vindicis Arma dabant: Nempe Neronis erat Fatum dum terruit urbem, Tandem terrifico succubuisse Iugo. Sic Calvum Galbam appellant, sceptroque recepto, Temnunt Calvitiem Plebs opinata suam. Quid tu Caesareo gauderes nomine Sergi? Cum non Caesaries ulla relicta tibi. Imperium si fortè velit supplere relictum, Debuit & Capiti Comperiisse Comas.

English'd thus:

That the unhappy Nero might be said To fall most like a Tyrant, not in bed. Vindex in France rais'd Armes, and sought thereby To vindicate the wrongs of Italy: The Fates were just to Him, so frighted Rome, Making at last fear Master of his doom: So Bald-pate Galba to the Throne did rise, Whom straight the Common-people 'gan despise, Crying, Why shouldst thou Caesars name put on, When all the hair grew on thy head was gon? If He the Empires Barque anew would rigg, He should have brought with him a Periwigg.

In quendam Fictilem infirmi Corporis.

INfirmum & fragile est Corpus tibi (Fictile) verum Mens tua sub curvo corpore recta latet.

Placet in Vulnus, Maxima cervix.

FLagranti stomacho Turdus vorat undigue Zuras, Dum ferit arte gelu frigidiore Diem: Sic modo Pinguescens capitur, citiúsque paratis, Aucipis ingeniis praeda petenda jacet. Saepiùs hoc discat Ditescens atque Gulosus, Sic moderare dapes ut sibi lucra fiant. Prospera nam subito mutentur tempora lapsu, Et latet in pulchro gramine Mortis acus.

Vpon a Iourney of His Majesty's into Scotland, and His safe Return.

THe Planets whilst they move in severall Spheres, Cut out our time in weeks, in months, in yeeres; In Night and Day; whose revolutions bring The day, night, week, month, yeer into a Ring. What doe our Princes less, when they goe forth A Progress West or East, or South or North? Is not the first step that they forward set, The Suns, when He his Golden locks doth wet In Thetis lap, to all that stay behinde? Is not the world Eclips'd to them, and blinde?

Doe not all Minutes stretch, and seem to grow Each to an hour, to such as think them so? Doe not our crost, yet longing hopes, present Each hour a month or year in banishment? They doe: and 'twas not long since we were they Who stood as Exil'd from our Star of Day; Whilst visiting Those parts whence He did rise, He cast a Generall splendor o'r those Skies, Leaving us onely Cynthia and her Train, To gives us hopes He would return again: And so he doth enrich again our Sky, Bringing those hopes unto maturity, Our Clime with Tropick's changed, and the same Season of day, now lengh of night doth claim: Those onely who by Elevation Before enjoy'd a lucid Horizon, Once yearly now with more perfection shine A whole month, Phoebus, suffering no decline: Did I but call't a month? They deem'd it less, If they could apprehend their happiness; And we I'm sure had reason t'think it more, Than many Ages counted ore and ore. For as the Suns withdrawing leaves one world, Into a Winters Tyrannie t'be hurld, Whilst it doth bless an Other; so 'twas thus In Scotland, Iune; but February with us Till his return; which chang'd the Season quite, Then ours with Corn, with Snow their hils were white; The night that was resignes, and day's begun With us already by our Gracious Sun. Let Them pass Envie-free who boast them may In the possession of this Month or Day; For time wrapt up in swiftness doth appear When past, as if an Age were but a year;

A year a month, a month a week, and That An houre or minute, whilst we consolate Our selves may in this bliss; that future time Seems alwayes slower-winged in its Clime: Their Jubile was short and quickly gone, Ours under CHARLES is a Perpetuall one.

In quendam nomine Stone-house.

SAxea Pulchra Domus frons est sed nulla fidenda, Nam si Ipsam introeas, invenies vacuam.

To N. B. an Angler.

THou that dost cast into the Silver brook Thy worm-fed Hook, The greedier Fishes so to cheat Seeking for meat, Remember that Times wheel will bring Thy deeds to censuring; And then as thou through wile Those Creatures didst beguile, So caught thou'lt be for thy deceit, And made the food for thine own bait.

Let this suffice to cause thee t'steer aright, Both day and night; That skilfully avoyding this, That Shelf thou miss; For 'tis not all for to repent Thy youthfull Dayes misspent, But care must now be had, The future be not bad. And as thine Audit waxeth near, So Thy accounts make perfecter.

In Quendam Glareosam.

QUisquis Te docuit Praeceptor, fecit & Idem Littora Qui & sterilem bobus aravit Humum.

Amoris Sigillum.

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C-orpore Cor latitans nondum est manifeste notatum, O-re, neque ingenio semper inesse queat: N-empè quod eximium est pretióque notabile cernunt, D-ifficiles aditus Cordit & alter opus. I-nnocuos quae corda viros, faciáneve Fideles, A-ssimilent animis Pectus & Ora suis.

English'd:

Mans heart Lockt up within his secret brest, Cannot by tongue or Gesture be exprest; For what's of so great worth, we must suppose, It is a work of power to disclose: Such hearts as make Men faithfull and upright, Are those at once both Looks and Mindes unite.

Genii Hujus Laris & Penatum salutatio; Ad Rivulum Stanliacum nuper in stagnum hoc Mervordianum Ductum.

O Dulce Flumen Vitreum, Fundens Crystallum Liquidum In Mare Hoc Domesticum, In verum Nectar Piscium: Mulces & Allicis dum curris Somnos, Musicis susurris: Nec evigilat Cadentis Aqua vestra ut Torrentis. Liceat Rhodano Loquaci Strepitus, quoniam fugaci: Domum Hanc Circundatam, Munis & veddis Insulam; Sicut Orbem dat Rotundum Thetis, Tu cingis hunc Mundum. Afferat Hortorum Decus Priapus, Pan donet Pecus: Tu silvane mittas flores, Cypria Hic conflet Amores, Dearum seu Deorum Chorus, Totus fiat Munificus, Ut pro splendore laude Digno Undecimo addaris signo: Tunc Omni Numine propitio, Frui detur sacrificio.

Virtus vera Nobilitas.

WHat doth He get who ere prefers The Scutchions of His Ancesters? This Chimney-peice of Gold or Brass, That Coat of Armes Blazon'd in glass; When those with time and age have end, Thy Prowess must thy self commend. The smooty shadows of some one Or Others Trophees carv'd in stone, Defac'd, are things to whet, not try Thine own Heroicism by. For cast how much thy Merits score Falls short of those went thee before; By so much art thou in arrear, And stain'st Gentility I fear. True Nobleness doth those alone engage, Who can add Vertues to their Parentage.

Vpon a Roe.

TRamite nil metuat recto Qui incedere vellet Capreolus, casus devia Rupis habent.

Vpon a Cock.

IAm mea Nocturnos Pellat vigilantia somnos, Nuntius Aurorae dummodo Gallus adest.

Vpon King CHARLES return out of Scotland in November, 1641.

DOth CHARLES return to make our Climate shine, And shall not every Spring run Claret-wine? Is not the Kalendar reverst, and where Decembers dirt, and th'Frost of Ianivere, Threatn'd a winter, now those sheets display Themselves ore fruitfull Iune, or teeming May: For thus as 'thin the Tropicks may we boast, That two fair Seasons have twice blest our Coast Ere one whole year ran round: The time He went Seeming the Springs forerunner, or our Lent; For so He was but borrowed, and we rest Pleas'd with's return alone, who's interest Sufficient of Himself, in which bank lies The Treasure of His subjects hearts and eyes: See how they Flock else, and with tumbling hast Are less content because so soon He past. Be satisfi'd, ye have your Prince again, Fro'th' North, and CHARLES triumphant, not in Wain.

In quendam nomine Squier, haud Generosum.

ARmiger es neque Arma geris, non Martis at Artis, Indutus Galea es Ingenioque vales.

Vpon the King and Queens meeting after long absence.

THe welcome showers of Aprils morning dew Distill'd upon the Bosom of the Earth Beget a May; whose Liverie anew Cloaths Fields and Woods, and there creates such mirth Amidst the winged Quier; that Eccho tells It ore again from Natures Minstrells.

The Spicie Gumms that so perfume the East, To bid the Sun good-morrow; are not more Esteem'd for that, than is the golden West, But that of Treasures Both have hidden store, Is manifest: no perils can deter The forward hopes of the Adventurer.

No world, no season, spring, summer, nor fall In Fruits, in Flowers, Treasures could e're present Such sweet and wealthy Joyes Harmoniall From Countrey, or from Element: As when our Gracious King and his bright Queen, Did after Twelve months parted interveen.

In Sim. & Lev. Pot. & Top.

NAtura His par est, Vitio nam non caret Alter, Et virtute Carens Alter, uterque Opibus.

Cordium Concordia vera.

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It is not meant, that three in one should be, But in each heart triple Capacitie, Wherewith to serve ones God, ones King, ones Friend, To which assign'd, and for no other end; In Flaming Zeal upwards to mount again, In Loyalty to own a Soveraign, In mutuall Love society t'maintain.

To N. B. for his Company.

FRiend, Can I be at home, and you the same, Yet neither meet? The Curteous Flame the Flame, And Streams each other greet, Although it seem from either Pole they came, Or farthest stretch'd Meridian fetch'd.

Surely it is but some malignant Starr That would debarr This influence, for fear We should more bright appear: Souls in Conjunction frame the perfect'st Sphere, So I to you must move, or you move here.

Ad Amicum, de Vita Beata.

ME qualem capiat Iudice Formulam, Vita Commodius Tempora solvere: Nec tantum tenui pareat Ilici, Quem frangant Aquilones, neque vertici Pinus stelliferae fidat ut arduo: Imis non Careant Coelica Culmina, Dormitque Occiduis Lucifer Alpibus.

Non est ut nihilo Laudéve Parvulo Speret maxima; nam semper honoribus Tantis praefigitur Lubrica Scalula; quae Ergo, nec cupiat Ditior ut siet Ponti Teutonici Littore: Fertiléque Agro vivere Fagis celeberrimo Nondum nunc Placeat: Vinea Ripula Secretis liceat sit nota passubus Mentem nec laceret, Pondera talibus Incumbunt Gravia: est Montis Acutuli Ditantem-Locum ut in subsidium petat. Alis Si-Lineis pervolet aequora Quisquam, Naufragium vix fuget ultimum: Et si in Remiget Omnibus Amnibus.

Portus non Aditum hic invenit Ullibi; Nam Quot in Tonitru Hesperies Vomit, Dotes provideant Indica viscera; Dum Marsupia fert Alter Apostolus Simonis Filio nec fit Iniquior: Captis vae nisi sit cautus Agellulus, Cum Parvo sonitu subrepit Inscia Frigilla, & Nemorum jurgia suscitet, Subrisum moveat Pullus Hirundinis, Necnon & Monachi cui Domus arbore. Exit ter nobilis cedere Conjugis, Voto qui voluit sit licet improbum, In Vanumque habeat quidquid & impedit, Mentem quin sibi jam comparet integram Vivat nam facili, cumque parabili Re; nec Carleolis invidet Artibus. Sed Coco vacuus praeparet Allia, Gustum sic patina in contrahat optimum: Nec desint Oleo Crurula Pulluli, Reprensa ex Pridianóque superstite, Adsit Bos Aridus, Lingulaque Hinnuli Suis Buccina, Ientacula optime Condit Rancida tunc Artocrea addita Baccae Cervisia est in pretio, afferat Promus Poculáque Alcimedontica: Sectari Leporem Climate Limpido, Dum suadet Catulis hora sagacibus, Cedant Temporibus dumque Caniculis Brumae sydera jam quaeritet anxiè: Damorum Domus, in Queis tremebundula Terret Hospites & Silva Populeis. Si quando libeat Limine proprio Versari Officiis, non Saliaribus

Iactet Foemineis; Sed ut Equestribus Se exornet studiis, Ferra Ferocibus Dans Pullis; Sonipes Lorea despuat: Nunc volvens pedibus queis viduaverat Vulturnus Nemora, & nunc Folia, abditis In Musaeolis & vertere Dactylo, Sic fitque ut valido Corpore gaudeat Solutus Medico Hic, atque Animo simul.

In praise of Fidelia.

GEt thee a Ship well rigg'd and tight, With Ordnance store, and Man'd for fight, Snug in Her Timbers Mould for th'Seas, Yet large in Hould for Merchandies; Spread forth her Cloth, and Anchors waigh, And let Her on the Curld-waves play, Till Fortune-tow'd, she chance to meet Th'Hesperian home-bound Western Fleet; Then let Her board-um, and for Price Take Gold-ore, Sugar-canes, and Spice. Yet when all these Sh'hath brought a shore, In my Fidelia I'll finde more.

Two Turtles billing, and death with his Sithe over them, ready to make separation; To whom this Divide & Impera.

NAture hath ore Affection so much won, To knit a knot never to be undon Whilst life remains; but Death to shew his power Cuts and Divides, so becomes Emperour: Yet the Relict for to prevent Fates charmes, Doth voluntary fleck into Deaths armes.

To Sir John VVentworth, upon his Curiosities and Courteous entertainment at Summerly in LOVINGLAND.

WHen thou the choice of Natures wealth hast skan'd, And brought it to compare with Lovingland; Know, that thou maist as well make wonder less, By fancying of two Timbering Phoenixes At the same time: and dream two Suns to rise At once, to cast fire 'midst those Spiceris: (Pregnant She is) yet that must not deny The purest Gold to come from Barbary, Diamonds and Pearl from th'Indies, to confer On every Clime some thing peculier, (For so She hath:) And like a sum to all That Curious is, seems here most liberall, Affording in Epitome at least, What ere the world can boast of, or call best. Now as contracted vertue doth excell In power and force, This seems a Miracle; Wherein all Travailers may truly say, They never saw so much in little way: And thence conclude their folly, that did steer To seek for that abroad, at home was neer In more perfection: Wouldst thou Phoebe meet, Apollo, or the Muses? not in Creet And Greece, but Here, at Summerly, those are Remov'd to dwell, under a Patrons care, Who can as much Civility express, As Candie lies, or Grecia Barbarousness: Wouldst thou be sheltred under Daphnes groves, Or choose to live in Tempe, or make loves

To any place where Shepherds 'wont to lie Upon the Hills, Piping security Unto their flocks? here the sweet Park contains More eevenness than the Arcadian Plains: Nor yet enchanted by those shadowed rings, Some say the Fairies print with Revellings, But's all in one dye clad, and doth appear Like the Springs Favourite throughout the year. The usefull Ash, and sturdy Oak are set At distance, and obey; the Brambles met Embracing twine int' Arbours, to conceal And harbour such as stock this Common-weal; Untill their Master please they should delight His, or his Friends desire and appetite: All tales of Satyrs banish'd are from hence, And fabled Goblins that delude the sence; 'Tis reall Venison and abroad, in paste Alike may satisfie both eye and taste. The Nobler Plants, as Firre Deal, and the Pine Weeping out Rozen, bleeding Turpentine; Like the Life-guard, upon the Hall attend At nearer distance; where the Gods descend To keep their Courts, and either Globe's devis'd, To grasp the Elements Epitomis'd. The Sun-beams steady Fire, with the Aire Of the inconstant winds Indiall'd are: So whilst the one, the Houre doth infer, The Other Points a rule for th'Mariner: Earth here's Embroydered into Walks, some strait, Others like Serpents are, or worms to bait Occasions hook till every humor come, And feed here fat as in Elysium.

Nor is there water wanting in this wood, Clear as if running, Calm as if it stood, And so contriv'd by Natures helper Art, There's no appearance from the whole or part, That any sullen Sluce to malice bent Can open, to impair that Element; Nor yet th'Ambition of a Springs ore-flow, Cause it t'exceed, or Limits overthrow. Thus like a gold Chain link'd, or Bracelet strung, From Carkanet Pleasures on Pleasures hung, And such delightfull objects did descry Pursuing of each other, that the ey Astonish'd at such wonder, did crave rest, For fear of Forfeiting its interest In so great bliss, for over-dazled t'grew, And dim of sight made by each object new. So there's a parley granted, and some space To gather strength 'twix This and t'other place, But very short, not half a Mile at most, We landed were again, and made a Coast; Where if all ancient Poets were to write, They'd need no other fountain to indite Story of all kindes with, but dip their pen, Then swear the Muses more then nine, were ten; For here dwelt one whose Magick could infuse A fluency beyond all other Muse, And Court the Soil, with so much Art applide, That all the world seems Barbarous beside. Here Fish and Fowl inhabit with such state, As Lords and Ladies wont when serv'd in Plate, Rich Arras, or the like, Bill, Breed, and swim In all delightfull solace to the brim.

Decoy'd by so much rapture, on we pass Unto a Castle that enchanted was By th'magick spell of Musick; till there set We found a Cod like to Euterpe's net, To catch all Passengers, the Lesbian Lute, O'rcome in harmony became there mute: Whilst as for Table to the Song-books serv'd The Crystall fountain: so have I observ'd, When walking near a stream, the heavens to be Beneath my feet, to ease Astronomie: There tell the Gammuth of the Stars, and crack Of all their motions even with Tychobrack. The Fablers of old, I guess, might finde Some Objects t'help invention, but the minde Was sure Prophetick, for what ever is Describ'd for rare by them, 'twas meant by this. And yet this falls short too, when He to whom The Cost and Care Owes tribute, 's there to sum Up All, with such humanity, and press Of crowded Favours, and heap'd Curtesies, As Friendship were a Jeweller the while, His welcome seem'd the Diamond, Those the foile.

Ad Amicum aegrotantem.

OMnes Te invisum veniunt AEgrote valebaes, Nec fuerat Comitis spes tibi, solus eraes: Haud te etenim invideo, tanti nam non valet hospes, Quem mihi det morbus, sed bene Solus ero.

Vpon King CHARLES's meeting with the Dukes of YORK and GUOCESTER, and the Lady ELIZABETH, his three children at Maidenhead, the 15 of July, 1647.

AFter a drowth, like welcome rain, To Bless the Grass and Flowers again, Lick up those dusty heats destroy Their Brisker hude, Virginity: No less of Comfort and of sweets Proves it now Charles his Children meets; When an intestine Warlike force, Had caus'd so many years divorce. He prays for them; their tender eyes Return'd Him duty sacrifice: Untill each others brest appears Affection all dissolv'd to Tears, Which to the High-mark-point flown on, Stand ready brim'd for passion. But here all Humors that annoy Are banish'd, and give place to Joy; Yet such as doth prevaile oft times, To make a tear no mark of Crimes.

All streams come from, and return to the Sea.

QUaeris aquas sitiens? nescis quod Flumina Cuncta In Mare se rapiunt, nec satur? ah sitias.

Nox Diem sequitur, & Post Tenebras Lux.

NOn sine nocte Dies, Tenebrae nec luce carentes, Sed Comitem sequitur Alteruterque suam.

To Prince CHARLES.

SO doth the early Plumb, the Pear, the Cherry Commit a Rape, and make nice Females merry, When longing-ripe; as Your return will bless The Brittish Islands with new cheerfulness: Be pleas'd no longer therefore, SIR, to tarry, Lest a whole Gleek of Kingdomes should miscarry; But You that are the Blossom of all hope, Dispell the Mists from off this Horiscope; And in the stead of Jelousie and feares, Let there be harmony throughout Your Spheres. There needs no other Midwifery to these, (As wish'd for truth, and now desired peace) But Your fair Hand to bring the same to pass, And place Your Royall Father where he was. This be Your Noble issue, whilst all those Abortive prove, that so seem'd to oppose; And while they'd bring to birth, and yet want strength, Teach them to know themselves and You at length.

In readventum meum ad Antiquos Lares.

TEmpora sic renovant verno sub sidere Terras, Sylva & frondiferis sic reparata Comis, Post tenebras sic grata Dies: sic Fluminis unda Gaudens Oceanum reperiisse suum: Ut Meus Antiquos iterum spectare Penates, Exultans Animus quod liquisse suos.

English'd:

The Spring thus doth the Earth repair, The Wood thus puts on Leavie hair Of more acceptance, so's a Spark Of Light after it had been dark: The Rivers thus express desire, Hast'ning to finde their proper Sire; As all this My return implies To My Old Houshold Deities.

Navis in Tempestate.

FOrtuna & ventis agitur Loca certa tenere, Nescia fit Dominis paret ut Illa suis.

The Fallacy of hopes or wishes.

ALl present good goes less: by Hopes we deem Things Great; as Lights farr distant greater seem.

My Farewell to the Court.

GOe (fond Deluder of our senses) finde Some other Objects Henceforth, to make blinde With that thy glittering folly; for no more I will be dazled with thy falser Ore: Nor shall thy Syren-songs enchant, to tast Or smell, or touch those Sorceries thou hast: But I will strive first in my self to be So much mine own, as not to flatter thee; And then my Countreys, for whose welfare still My native thoughts prompt to impress my will, And that draws Action forth, whereby to show To whom, and what, and when, and where I owe: Not as this nod, or beck, or wink, or glance Would dictate and imply, to follow chance, Fortune, or Favours ever-turning wheel; But to be firm and Constant, back'd with steel And resolution for to give the True God what is his, and Caesar Tribute due, And that in season too for time and place, As th'one requires, and th'other affords grace: Not such as onely from vain Titles springs, And turns to bubble, to court Prince or Kings With feign'd applauses of whate're they speak Or doe, be't ne're so frothy, fond, or weak; But what is clad in truth, and dares not lie, Though all the world should turn its Enemie, Brand it for want of breeding, and conclude Because it not dissembles, therefore t's rude. Those dancing dayes are done, nor longer sute My disposition to the Harp or Lute,

Horn-pipe, or other Instruments have been The Common-wealths disease, ore-swoln its spleen. Iockie and Iinnie footing may appear Most trim at the next Wake in Darby-shire; Gotyer sail from the Clouds to catch our ears, And represent the harmony o'th' Spheres; Will. Lause excell the dying swan: Lancer Nick it with Ravishments from touch of Lyre, Yet uncontroul'd by These, I safely may Survive; sithence not stung by th' Tarantula, (That tickling beast, Ambition, that makes sport In our hot Climate, call'd the verge of Court) And so resolve, dressing my mindes content, Henceforward to be calm, and represent Nothing but what my Birth and Calling draw My life out for, my God, my King, my Law. And when for these my wearied breath is spent, Let with my last bloods drop one sigh be sent.

How to ride out a Storm.

HE onely happy is, and wise, Can Cun his Barque when Tempests rise, Know how to lay the Helm and steer, Lie on a Tack Port and Laveer, Sometimes to weather, then to Lee, As waves give way, and winds agree; Nor Boom at all in such a stress, But by degrees Loom Les and Les; Ride out a Storm with no more loss Than the endurance of a Toss: For though he cannot well bear saile In such a fresh and powerfull Gale,

Yet when there is no other shift, Thinks't not amiss to ride a drift; To shut down Ports, and Tyers to Hale in, To Seal the hatch up with Tarpalin; To Ply the Pump, and no means slack, May clear Her Bilge, and keep from wrack; To take in Cloth, and in a word, Unlade, and cut the Mast by bord: So Spoon before the Wind and Seas, Where though she'll Roule, she'll goe at ease; And not so strain'd, as if laid under The wave that Threatens sudden founder; And whilst the fury and the rage, Leaves little hopes for Anchorage; Yet if She can but make a Coast In any time, She'll not be lost, But in affections Bay will finde A Harbour suited to her minde: Where Casting out at first the Kedg, Which gives Her ground, and priviledg Of stop, she secondly lets fall That Anchor from the Stream men call; The Others all a Cock-bell set, One after other down are let Into the Sea; till at the last She's come to Moorage, and there fast, In hopes to be new Shethd 's inclin'd To lie aside untill Carin'd; That when She shall be paid again, So Grav'd, She may endure the Main. Thus when his Vessell hath out-gon This and that rugged motion,

His Pole-starr's fix'd, and guides him there Where CHARLES is not in wain but sphere; Then He'll another Voyage try, Laden with Faith and Loyalty, Which He no sooner parts with, than Dry-ground becomes an Ocean.

In Incursionem Gustavicam, vel introitum in Germaniam.

QVem1 1.2 Domus Austriaca ab Patriis secluserat Oris, Hunc2 1.3 Gustave suum adjam remeare facis: Nempè Palatinum Coelesti numine tutum Fecit, & est Populi Dux Deus Ipse sui: Vidit, & attonitas aperit Franconia3 1.4 portas, 4 1.5Hispanos refugos, 5 1.6Caesareósque ferunt. 6 1.7Dura per immites salierunt moenia flammas, Saevitiam pingens Militis7 1.8 Arva jacet. 8 1.9Albis clara suis lymphis mutata, colore Et quasi Rubescens sanguinolenta fluit. Vnde fit? aut quorsum mutatio tanta? requiris 9 1.10Cur fugis á Portis Walstane dire tuis? Quae10 1.11 fugiendi animum Fernande occasio reddit, Quis Tibl dat vulnus? quis metus oratenet? 11 1.12Quid latitas Claustris tanta foeliciter annis Castra regens? vivens cur Monumenta petis? Vltor adest Dominus, Gentem victamque reponit Victricem; Populum restituitque suum, 12 1.13Saxioniásque vires tandem laxavit in usum, Et Suecus 13 1.14lango 14 1.15flumine cuncta tulit.

Roses & Lys unys.

QUid Ganymedaeas formas canis & Irvis Ignes, Reddit enim Caecos Ipse Cupido Deos: Quidve Helenam numeras? nempe est perfectio Formae Unica, cum fuerint Lilia nupta Rosis.

* 1.16Vpon Celius.

WHilst Celius can no longer hear The Newes-transporting BabbIer; Nor yet endure a Morning spent In entertaining Complement From This or That Great person: He Feigneth a Gouty Infirmitie; And better falshood to difguise, His founder feet with swathes he ties, And seems to goe in pain as far, As art can prove a Crippeler: Till She to Nature turns at last, And so in earnest Celius's fast.

* 1.17A happy Life.

THat which Creates a happy life, Is substance left, not gain'd by strife, A fertile and a Thankfull mold, A Chimney alwayes free from Cold; Never to be the Client, nor But seldome times the Counsellor.

A Minde content with what is fit, Whose strength doth most consist in Wit; A Body nothing prone to be. Sick, a Prudent Simplicitie, Such Friends as of ones own rank are; Homely fare, not sought from farre; The table without Arts help spread; A night in Wine not buried, Yet drowning Cares; a Bed that's blest With true Joy, Chastity, and rest; Such short sweet Slumber as may give Less time to die in't, more to live: Thine own Estate whate're commend, And wish not for, nor fear thine end.

In Magis. Vilet.

ANni Haec prima Dies Veris sic prima videtur, Quâ simul & Violam vidimus & Glaciem;

To Quintianus.* 1.18

THat in December when gifts fly From this to that Friend mutually, I nought but Books send, thou'lt Judg thus, Perhaps I'm Avaricious; No, know I hate those fond deceits, And Crafts in gifts are like to baits On hooks, whereon a Fly doth cheat The greedier Fish when it would eat. And whilst a Poor man sendeth not at all Unto's rich friends, He seems more Liberall.

In quendam Militem panem in dorsum portantem.

VEntrem ut Hic oneret, non tergam oneraere recusat, Ventrem Onerat tergam quae exonerare suam.

Ad Scoto-Britannum cui Carolus noster se subtraxit.

QUod fugit ad Scotos Rex, quid mirabile Scotus, Mutuo nempè Anglis dum datur ille suis Redditus est igitur: sic cum modo debita solvant Cuncti iterum, Regem fac revenire Tuum.

English'd:

What wonder is't, the King to'th Scots is fled, When by the English He was Borrowed, So now's restor'd: that all their debts pay thus, I'd wish our Brethren send Him back to us.

Naturae defectus.

SI Peccare grave est placidum simul, integra non est Natura,* 1.19 exitium quae cupit Ipsa suum: Lex vel dura nimis, quâ cum ••atara videtur Offensa, & Vinctis se opposuisse suis.

In Mortem sui Thesei, J. D. sororem ducturi, Anno 1623.

NOmine si hoc unquam mors (Invidiosa) meretur, Tempora sint Lachrymis digna vel ulla meis, Ecce adsunt: Hymen ipse Tedas cum ascendere inssit. Accenditque suam Mors gemibunda facem. Inque Elegos vertit Nuptialia Carmina, risus In Gemitus; vestes nunc Color unus habet: Amaracîque fugat flores invisa Cupressus; Atque suis Ramis Tempora Cincta tenet. Dúmque Mea jam partens animae rapit, altera resto Mancus, & ingrata est quae mihi vita manet.

In Obitum Nobilissimi Principis Mauritii Hassiae, Landgravii, Anno 1633.

GUstavum doleant Alii, doleánt vesecessi•••• Heu Frederice tuum; nec Careant Lachrymis, Fontibus ex bi••is gemini maenâre dolores, Nam duplex Cordi Causae gementis erat: Nunc ni Triformi huic maneat pars altena telis, Impercussa suis Mors inopina redit Tertius & Princeps semper deflendus ab omni, Parte perit Patriae Lausque decusque suae: Virtutes Alii quibus est facundia narrent, Suppressa Haec tanto pondere Musa filet.

An Epitaph on E. W.

NAture lent time, so He grew old And prodigall at once in this, Setting it all at stake 'gainst gold, Whereof He made his greatest bliss: But when She saw He took of All Men interest, yet paid Her none, She Calls for in the Principall, And layes it up under this Stone, Defessus est ambolando.

On a Player.

THou that so oft in jest was wont to die, Art now tane at thy word, and here dost lie: Thine Acts had many Scenes, Death's had but one, His Entry was thine Exit, bad be gone; Thou act'st a King no more, no that's laid by, Nor any's Parasite in flattery; Thou hast put off the Clowns slops now, nor art. Wrapt with the fury of a Lovers part; But suit'st thy self in one, wherein all must Thy fellow-Actors be, to sleep in Dust.

In Obitum Ben. Johns. Poetae eximii.

HE who began from Brick and Lime The Muses Hill to climbe; And whilom busied in laying Ston, Thirsted to drink of Helicon; Changing His Trowell for a Pen, Wrote straight the Temper not of Dirt but Men,

Now sithence that He is turn'd to Clay, and gon, Let Those remain of th' occupation He honor'd once, square Him a Tomb may say His Craft exceeded farr a Dawbers way. Then write upon't, He could no longer tarry, But was return'd again unto the Quarry.

Of an Old Man.

HAppy is He who on his own fields stage, And no where else, hath acted ore his Age; He, whom his own house, (had it eyes and tongue) Might say it fees Him old, and saw him young, Now trusting to a staff, he treads those sands He formerly had crept on with his hands: So reckons up the long descent and (dotage Through decays) of that his homely Cottage, He ne'r was drawn with fortunes Train to haste, Nor did He flatter Forain springs with taste; He was no Merchant-man might fear the Straits, Nor Souldier fancying Military baits,

He never Pleaded, neither strife nor force, Of brabling Law-suits ever made him hoarse: But (as uncapable of business) free, Cannot resolve what the next town should be, Yet doth enjoy a prospect (may controule All others) of the free Aire, and Pole. Nor casts He up the year by Consuls now, But as the Fruit-trees to their seasons bow; By Apples Autumn, Spring by Flowers befalls him, One field hides Phoebus-face, the same recalls him: And thus This Countrey-swains observing way Measures within his Ozh at the Course of Day. He did remember yongre at Oat, when 't stood But for a sapling, so's grown old with's wood: And judging that same Ile (with less wits blest. More Barbarism) to be th' Indies East: He doth conclude the Red-sea to be neer, Beholding Stanground, Farcet, and the Meer: And yet through strength unconquer'd he may gather Comfort, the third Age sees him Grandfather. Let others wander to the farth'st of Spain, The way is onely Theirs, but life His gain.

De Tristibus. To a Cat bore me company in Confinement.

ASsociate to my Tears, whose nature tride Makes thee a fit Companion for my side, Who Captive sit under Confinements wing For Being too active to act suffering,

So become Passive too: Scratch but thine ear, Then boldly tell what weather's drawing near. For I'l conclude, no storm of Fortune can Prevail ore Caesar's barque, an honest Man.

Sola Bella clie piace.

'TIs but a folly to be nice, Since liking sets on Beauty price, And what we doe affect alone, Becomes to Each His Paragon: All Colour, Shape, or Form, we know Improve to best to those think so; For where Esteem its Anchor wets, There grows true Pearl, no Counterfets: Were She as Crooked as a Pin, And yet could Love, it were no sin To love again; for Writers tell,* 1.20 That love hath in't the Loadstons spell: Were She proportion'd like the Sphere, No Limb or Joint Irregular; Yet to my fancy if she Jarr, I shall not sail by such a Starr: Did She out-vie the new-born Day, Or th'richest Treasuries of May, So that what Skies or Flowers put on, Give place to her Complexion, I'l sooner deem a black Wench white, Thats suiting to my Appetite Well, in conclusion, hath She Fair, Or Brown, or Black, or Golden hair Where one is Cupid struck, Venus is there.

To Retiredness.

NExt unto GOD, to whom I owe What e're I here enjoy below, I must indebted stand to Thee, Great Patron of my Libertie; For in the Cluster of affaires, Whence there are dealing severall shares: As in a Trick Thou hast conveigh'd Into my hand what can be said; Whilst He who doth himself possess, Makes all things pass him seem farr less.

Riches and Honors that appear Rewards to the Adventurer, On Either tide of Court or Seas, Are not attain'd nor held with ease; But as unconstancy bears sway, Quickly will fleet and Ebb away: And oft when Fortune those Confers, She gives them but for Torturers: When with a Minde Ambition-free, These, and much more come home to Me.

Here I can sit, and sitting under Some portions of His works of wonder, Whose all are such, observe by reason, Why every Plant obeys its season, How the Sap rises, and the Fall, Wherein They shake off Leafs and all; Then how again They bud and spring, Are laden for an Offering: Which whilst my Contemplation sees, I am taught Thankfulness from trees.

Then turning over Natures leaf, I mark the Glory of the Sheaf, For every Field's a severall page, Disciphering the Golden Age: So that without a Miners pains, Or Indie's reach, here plenty raigns; Which watred from above, implies, That our acknowledgments should rise To Him, that thus creates a birth Of Mercies for us out of Earth:

Here, is no other Case in Law, But what the Sun-burnt Hat of Straw, With crooked Sickle reaps and bindes- Up into Sheaves to help the hindes; Whose arguing alon's in this, Which Cop lies well, and which amiss, How the Hock-Cart with all its gear Should be trick'd up, and what good chear, Bacon with Cook's reports express, And how to make the Tenth goe less.

There, are no other Warrs, or Strife's— Encouragers, shrill Trumpets, Fyfes, Or horrid Drumms; but what Excels All Musick, Nature's Minstrels Piping and Chirping, as they sit: Embowr'd in branches, dance to it: And if at all Those doe contest, It is in this, but, which sings best: And when they have contended long, I [though unseen] must judg the Song.

Thus out of fears, or noise of Warr, Crowds, and the clamourings at Barr; The Merchant's dread, th'unconstant tides, With all Vexation besides; I hugg my Quiet, and alone Take thee for my Companion, And deem in doing so, I've all I can True Conversation call: For so my Thoughts by this retreat Grow stronger, like contracted heat.

Whether on Natures Book I muse, Or else some other writes on't, use To spend the time in, every line, Is not excentrick but Divine: And though all others downward tend, These look to heaven, and ascend From whence they came; where pointed hie, They ravish into Mysterie, * 1.21To see the footsteps here are trod Of mercy by a Gracious God.

To my Book.

GOe, and my Blessing with Thee; then remain Secure, with such as kindly entertain: If sent to any Others, tell them this, The Author so takes but his Mark amiss: Who's fearless of reproach from Criticks skill, Seing, t'look a given horse ith' mouth sounds ill: And what alone to Friends he would impart, Hath not at all to doe with Fair or Mart. Wherefore whoever shall peruse these Rimes, Must know, they were beguilers of spare times.

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IS there a Child born? what great worder's that? When 'tis natures property to Generat; But here's a Sonne too given, which implies All that can be ascrib'd to Mysteries; For He's a Father, Brother, Kinsman, Friend, Both Sacrifice and Priest to recommend That offering up: Samaritan past by Himself, to Act the height of Charity On us lay stript wounded; A Physitian Cures the disease of our indisposition To ought that good is; Shepheard to redresse, And bring us back out of the wildernesse; Where we had gon astray into his fould, A Merchant that Redeems us who were sould To sinne and bondage; and to make all good, Contented was to spare his precious blood So was a Lambe before the Shearers led, To be disroab'd, despis'd, and slaughtered, That we might Live in credit, and put on The whiter Robe of his Salvation: This Atlas-like the Government doth bear Upon His shoulder, and if Counsellour We would esteem Him, we should be content To make his mercies our encouragement: For mighty faults deserve a mighty rod, But He an Everlasting mighty God, The Prince of Peace, full of Compassions store, Holds out the Golden scepter evermore, And that this Birth and Gift to us be knowne, He pleads himself Our cause at's Fathers Throne.

Christus. Totus, Solus, Omnibus.

NE tibi defictas fac sie tibi Totus Iesus Nec metuas, Christus sat tibi solus, erit Omnibus & capreus rebus gaudere secundis Conferat in Dominum singuta facta suum.

That to your selfe you be not wanting, make Iesus all yours, and Christ alone your stake; For who desires enjoyment of good things Must place upon his Lord what e're hee brings.

Tantillus Homo, & Tantus Peccator

HOw small a thing is Man, and yet Immence, In acting over Disobedience; From the first sparing time He did begin To hatch Rebellion, and to foster sin: Dispute His Makers mandate, and make choice To yeeld unto the Subtil Serpents voyce: Thus then betray'd, ere since he doth preferr Custome to be New natures Usherer; And so prescribes, Thinking he doth no worse Then his Fore-father who entail'd, the curse, A new Beleefe of credit would put on, That God would signe a new Redemption: As if his Sonne into the world did dain, Once for to come, should come for him again; And so He will; yet not by Ransome led, To purchase that again man forfeited.

By second Error, but as Judge to try (Whilst Conscience verdicts) each enormity: And as mans misdemeanours They expresse, Though Great in Guilt, in Goodnes He'l goe lesse.

Ad Amicum.

PRandia parva juvant, Parvis, lectus{que} domusa; Nec magnus Puer est, nec focus illetuus Parvis magna solet virtus gandere micatque Oppositis positum grandius ingenium.

Before a Sacrament.

IS there a Feast to day? must I make one At so great Celebration? And am I yet to seeke how to be drest As to become a worthy Guest? If to some other Table bid I were My Taylor, and my Shoomaker, Sempster, and Barber, all might mustred be To add to my Formality. But this more reall than all else, implies A Banquet fill 'd with mysteries: God's manifested in the Flesh,* 1.22 and thus The height of mercy shown to us: And if the Rule of charity begins At home, let's call to mind our sins, Befreind our selves so farre as to Confesse, How much He did, and we doe lesse, Be joyfull for so Great a Saviours Power, Yet in Contrition m••st a shower, To think how oft whilst lewd affections guide We make our Lord New crucificte,

Then if we would no more of horror dread, We may approach and take this bread And wine, the Comfort and the staffe, whereby Not Life but Lifes Eternity Secured is, and then with Grace possest Shew that we have an interest In his high merits which alone Comprise * 1.23Power to quell our Enemies. And though our former Actions turn'd to weed, Let's now bring Faith though but a Mustard seen So may we all remove that high appears In our Conceipts, into a sea of Tears; For 'tis His Blood no other Jordan can Cuer the Leperous Assyrian

* 1.24Qui factus fuit nobis a Deo

* 1.25Sapientia; Vt Timeamus utpote Initium. * 1.26Justitia; Vt nostra nihili pendamus quoniam carnalis. Sanctificatio 〈…〉〈…〉 Redemptio, 〈…〉〈…〉. Non Recussantes, Cruci•• viz. Afflictionibus & Tribulationi∣bus pro Illo suecumber, Que•• astius Gravitatem & Anxi∣etatem pro abbis sustentaverut.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Ab Aqua & Igne libera∣vit nos Do∣mus.
• 1 1.2

  Bohemiae rex seu Palatinus.
• 2 1.3

  Rex suetiae.
• 3 1.4

  Pro omni in Palatinatus Ci∣vitate.
• 4 1.5

  Be Opnam.
• 5 1.6

  Wirtsburg.
• 6 1.7

  Magdeburg.
• 7 1.8

  Gods acre praelium Lipsie
• 8 1.9

  The Blve flum German.
• 9 1.10

  Palatioum in Prague.
• 10 1.11

  Imperator in fug••m paratus ut fama.
• 11 1.12

  Tillius in Mo∣nasterium subre∣ptus ut lama sed mendax.
• 12 1.13

  Saxoniae duae qui se neutralem huc usque reser∣vasset.
• 13 1.14

  Hoc ita di∣ctum à multien∣dine militum.
• 14 1.15

  Hoc vero à puritate causea ad-suscipiendum hoc Bellam maxime movan∣tis, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ut Aquilae juen à Principi∣bus Populoque Germanico tollatur & ut eis pristi••ae restaurentur Libertates: Almania quasi Tora de quae Hyoci••a sylva cincta Sibi subdie••.
• * 1.16

  Mart. l. 7. Ep. 38.
• * 1.17

  Mart. l. 10. Ep. 47.
• * 1.18

  Mart. l. 5. Ep. 18.
• * 1.19

  Pastor Fido.
• * 1.20

  Magnes amo∣ris amor.
• * 1.21

  Nunquam minus sulus.
• * 1.22

  Tim. 3. 16.
• * 1.23

  Iob. 2.14.
• * 1.24

  1 Cor. 1.30.
• * 1.25

  Prov. 9. 10.
• * 1.26

  Cor.1.29.