Via regia The kings vvay to heauen. By Iames Martin, Master of Arts. With a letter of that late miracle of learning, Mr. Is. Casaubon.

TO THE SOVLE.

PErfections faire Idea, that art crown'd With more rich Attributes of Excellence, Than all the Wonders of this spacious Round; Of more Regard, of Higher Consequence; Aboue them all thou hast Preheminence, In thy most pow'rfull Makers armes embrac'd, And with his owne Endowments amply grac'd.

Iust, Holy, Righteous, Innocent and Wise: Such is the Soule, Iehouahs sole belou'd; These are the Lusters of her Sphaery Eyes That her to him vnparallel'd approu'd. Angels, at this amazed, stand vnmou'd To see the Glories that do her indow, As Heau'n it selfe to abiect Earth should bow.

Then banish hatefull Passion vnto Hell, That vailes with Cupids Scarfe the clearest sight, And doth True Iudgement from his Throne expell, Circling with shades Heau'ns loue-deseruing Light, Making Obscurity then Day more bright. Disdaine this seruile Yoke of base Subiection, For drossie Earth deserues not thy Affection.

Heau'ns brightest Abstract, canst thou condiscend These mundane vanities to meditate? Why dost thou not thy best Devotions bend Thy Mighty Makers Power to contemplate? To Him, thy Loue and Seruice consecrate, Whose euer-gratefull Truth knowes no Defect, But giues for Loue a more than deare Respect.

Mary. q. G.