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             A treatise of the sports of wit
             Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
          
           32 [i.e. 36], 8, 8, 17-25 p.
           
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             [London] :
             1675.
          
           
             In verse and prose.
             Attributed to Richard Flecknoe. Cf. DNB.
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           A
           TREATISE
           OF
           THE
           SPORTS
           OF
           WIT.
           
        
         
           Omne
           tulit
           punctam
           quae
           miscuit
           utile
           dulci.
           
           
             Hor.
             
          
        
         
           Printed
           for
           the
           Author
           ,
           1675.
           
        
         
           Inquire
           for
           them
           at
           
             Simon
             Neals
          
           ,
           at
           the
           Three
           Pidgeons
           in
           Bedfordstreet
           in
           Covent-Garden
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           The
           Epistle
           Dedicatory
           .
        
         
           To
           all
           our
           Fair
           and
           Vertuous
           Ladies
           .
        
         
           
             Ladies
             ,
          
        
         
           I
           Present
           you
           here
           (
           as
           most
           resembling
           them
           )
           the
           Sports
           and
           Recreations
           of
           these
           great
           Ladies
           ,
           who
           have
           so
           sublimed
           them
           by
           a
           
             Divine
             quality
          
           they
           have
           to
           convert
           all
           into
           Vertue
           ,
           as
           Midas
           did
           all
           he
           touched
           to
           Gold
           ;
           whence
           their
           very
           Sports
           are
           as
           vertuous
           as
           others
           devotions
           :
           Those
           
             melancholly
             Spirits
          
           then
           enemies
           of
           all
           chearfulness
           ,
           who
           call
           such
           Sports
           as
           these
           ,
           but
           
             idle
             things
          
           ,
           seem
           wholly
           ignorant
           of
           their
           first
           institution
           ,
           and
           very
           signification
           of
           their
           names
           .
           For
           wherefore
           were
           they
           called
           
             Relaxations
             ,
             Divertisements
          
           ,
           and
           Recreations
           ,
           but
           for
           relaxing
           our
           over
           bended
           thoughts
           ,
           diverting
           our
           minds
           from
           cares
           and
           troubles
           of
           this
           life
           ,
           and
           recreating
           our
           Spirits
           when
           tired
           and
           spent
           with
           Worldly
           businesses
           .
           Whence
           to
           conclude
           ,
           whoever
           in
           this
           
             mortal
             life
          
           can
           live
           without
           
           them
           ,
           must
           either
           be
           a
           God
           ,
           or
           else
           a
           Beast
           ,
           above
           ,
           or
           else
           below
           Humanity
           .
        
         
           And
           so
           much
           for
           their
           Sports
           ;
           as
           for
           the
           Ladies
           themselves
           ,
           I
           suppose
           they
           are
           so
           well
           known
           to
           all
           ,
           as
           I
           need
           ,
           in
           this
           Epistle
           ,
           to
           say
           no
           more
           of
           them
           ;
           but
           that
           they
           had
           always
           a
           high
           esteem
           for
           our
           
             English
             Ladies
          
           ;
           and
           therefore
           ,
           I
           doubt
           not
           ,
           but
           you
           will
           have
           the
           like
           of
           them
           .
           Be
           pleased
           then
           Ladies
           ,
           for
           their
           sakes
           ,
           to
           accept
           a
           Dedication
           of
           this
           short
           Treatise
           ,
           from
           him
           who
           is
           naturally
           an
           enemy
           of
           all
           that
           is
           long
           and
           tedious
           ,
           a
           friend
           to
           these
           Sports
           and
           Recreations
           ,
           an
           honorer
           and
           admirer
           of
           all
           your
           
             Nobler
             Sex
          
           ,
           especially
           of
           all
           Fair
           and
           
             Vertuous
             Ladies
          
           like
           your selves
           .
        
         
           
             R.
             Flecknoe
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Preface
           to
           the
           Reader
           :
        
         
           Of
           Wit
           ,
           in
           order
           to
           these
           Sports
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           as
           hard
           to
           describe
           Wit
           in
           particular
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           our
           Taste
           ,
           they
           so
           vary
           with
           Time
           and
           Custom
           ;
           the
           wit
           of
           our
           Ancestors
           being
           grosser
           then
           that
           we
           have
           now
           :
           And
           as
           the
           
             Age
             refines
          
           ,
           so
           do
           the
           Wits
           of
           Men.
           However
           ,
           this
           we
           will
           say
           of
           it
           in
           general
           ,
           Wit
           to
           the
           subject
           it
           treats
           of
           ,
           is
           ,
           as
           the
           Soul
           to
           the
           Body
           ,
           animating
           it
           with
           Life
           and
           Spirit
           ,
           which
           else
           were
           but
           dead
           and
           dull
           ;
           it
           is
           the
           quintescence
           of
           Conceit
           ,
           extracted
           out
           of
           Words
           and
           Matter
           ,
           as
           the
           Bee
           extracts
           Honey
           out
           of
           Flowers
           ;
           and
           as
           out
           of
           dull
           Flint
           we
           strike
           sparks
           of
           Fire
           ,
           so
           out
           of
           dull
           Matter
           we
           strike
           sparks
           of
           Wit.
           It
           is
           not
           so
           solid
           as
           Wisdom
           ,
           but
           the
           less
           solid
           ,
           the
           more
           Spiritual
           ;
           and
           is
           so
           volatile
           ,
           as
           it
           easily
           evaporates
           ;
           but
           fixed
           by
           Judgment
           ,
           and
           with
           a
           lay
           of
           Discretion
           ,
           it
           surpasses
           bare
           Wisdom
           ,
           as
           far
           as
           that
           doth
           Folly
           ;
           and
           is
           in
           the
           Brain
           as
           Nobility
           is
           in
           the
           Blood
           ;
           only
           one
           fault
           it
           hath
           ,
           it
           is
           more
           pleasant
           to
           others
           ,
           then
           
           profitable
           to
           its
           self
           ;
           wherein
           it
           differs
           from
           
             Worldly
             Wisdom
          
           ;
           but
           that
           wherein
           it
           differs
           from
           Divine
           ,
           is
           its
           greatest
           
             Fault
             ;
             Wit
          
           now
           being
           but
           a
           new
           name
           for
           an
           Atheist
           and
           Debauchée
           ;
           but
           that
           is
           the
           fault
           of
           the
           Persons
           not
           of
           ▪
           Wit
           ;
           for
           Wit
           is
           no
           ways
           scurrilous
           and
           profane
           .
           But
           finally
           ,
           we
           may
           say
           of
           it
           ,
           as
           the
           corruption
           of
           the
           best
           is
           the
           worst
           ;
           so
           when
           good
           ,
           nothing
           better
           ;
           when
           bad
           ,
           nothing
           worse
           .
           And
           so
           much
           for
           Wit
           ,
           as
           it
           differences
           these
           Sports
           ,
           from
           the
           old
           homely
           ones
           of
           Substantives
           and
           
             Adjectives
             ,
             Questions
          
           and
           
             Commands
             ,
             Cross
             Purposes
          
           ,
           and
           the
           like
           ;
           as
           much
           out
           of
           date
           ,
           as
           the
           last
           years
           Almanacks
           ,
           and
           scarcely
           deserving
           so
           much
           as
           the
           name
           of
           Wit.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
           
             The
             Occasion
             of
             Writing
             this
             TREATISE
             .
          
           
             THe
             Dutchess
             of
             Lorrain
             ,
             with
             the
             Princess
             and
             Madamoseille
             
               De
               Beauvois
            
             ,
             her
             Highness
             Sister
             (
             now
             Princess
             of
             Ar●mberg
             )
             retiring
             themselves
             to
             B●rs●ll
             ,
             near
             Brussels
             ,
             in
             the
             Spring
             time
             of
             the
             year
             fifty
             ;
             where
             they
             passed
             their
             time
             in
             all
             sorts
             of
             innocent
             and
             
               delightful
               Divertisements
            
             ,
             and
             amongst
             the
             rest
             ,
             that
             of
             the
             
               Sports
               of
               Wit
            
             ,
             being
             after
             Supper
             their
             ordinary
             entertainment
             :
             At
             which
             ,
             both
             they
             and
             the
             Ladies
             of
             her
             Highness
             Court
             ,
             were
             so
             excellent
             ,
             as
             it
             was
             impossible
             to
             imagine
             a
             more
             
               Spiritual
               Assembly
            
             ,
             I
             having
             the
             honor
             to
             be
             there
             amongst
             the
             rest
             (
             which
             I
             shall
             always
             account
             ,
             not
             only
             the
             most
             honorable
             ,
             but
             the
             most
             delightful
             moment
             of
             my
             life
             ;
             )
             it
             pleased
             her
             Highness
             to
             command
             me
             to
             write
             this
             
               Treatise
               of
               the
               Sports
               of
               Wit
               ,
            
             which
             now
             I
             publish
             at
             the
             desire
             of
             some
             Ladies
             ,
             whose
             least
             desire
             has
             the
             force
             of
             a
             command
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             the
             Original
             Of
             these
             Sports
             of
             Wit.
             
          
           
             WE
             read
             in
             Boccas
             ,
             and
             other
             Italian
             Authors
             (
             to
             say
             nothing
             of
             the
             more
             Antient
             )
             that
             these
             Sports
             began
             in
             Italy
             about
             the
             beginning
             of
             the
             
               Last
               Century
            
             ,
             both
             at
             
               Florence
               ,
               Sienna
            
             ,
             and
             other
             places
             ,
             especially
             at
             Ferrara
             ,
             when
             those
             of
             the
             most
             Illustrious
             Family
             of
             d'Este
             ,
             were
             Dukes
             thereof
             .
             From
             Italy
             Queen
             
               Catherine
               de
               Medicis
            
             carried
             them
             along
             with
             her
             into
             France
             ,
             a
             Fertile
             Countrey
             ;
             where
             all
             that
             is
             rare
             in
             Italy
             ,
             transplanted
             ,
             grows
             better
             and
             more
             flourishing
             then
             in
             its
             
               Native
               Soyl.
            
             From
             thence
             about
             the
             beginning
             of
             their
             
               Civil
               Wars
            
             ,
             they
             were
             transplanted
             into
             England
             ,
             where
             ,
             by
             the
             culture
             of
             Sir
             
               Philip
               Sidney
            
             ,
             Sir
             
               Foulk
               Grevill
            
             ,
             and
             other
             the
             prime
             Wits
             and
             Gallants
             of
             the
             times
             ,
             and
             Ladies
             no
             less
             inclined
             to
             Gallantry
             ,
             they
             flourished
             as
             much
             as
             in
             Italy
             and
             France
             ,
             not
             only
             all
             the
             time
             of
             Queen
             Elizabeths
             Reign
             ,
             but
             that
             of
             following
             Kings
             ,
             till
             our
             
               Civil
               Wars
            
             likewise
             beginning
             here
             ,
             they
             were
             not
             only
             neglected
             ,
             but
             wholly
             irradicated
             by
             the
             
               Fanatick
               Rebels
               ,
               Enemies
               of
               all
               Mirth
               and
               Recreation
            
             ;
             till
             they
             begin
             to
             be
             Replanted
             ,
             and
             take
             Root
             again
             under
             the
             happy
             Reign
             of
             His
             present
             Majesty
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             their
             ordering
             their
             Sports
             ,
             and
             how
             they
             past
             their
             time
             .
          
           
             FOr
             preparation
             to
             them
             some
             one
             ,
             by
             lot
             ,
             or
             otherwise
             ,
             was
             chosen
             ,
             for
             president
             ,
             whose
             Office
             was
             to
             give
             out
             the
             Subject
             or
             Argument
             of
             the
             following
             Sport
             ,
             and
             to
             distribute
             the
             parts
             for
             the
             next
             Assembly
             ;
             that
             so
             betwixt
             premeditated
             and
             
               ex
               tempore
            
             ,
             they
             might
             not
             come
             unto
             them
             wholly
             unprepared
             ,
             but
             have
             the
             following
             night
             ,
             and
             part
             of
             the
             following
             day
             ,
             for
             their
             preparation
             .
             For
             the
             rest
             of
             the
             day
             ,
             the
             time
             was
             thus
             distributed
             .
          
           
             Having
             finished
             their
             
               Morning
               Devotions
            
             ,
             they
             went
             to
             dinner
             ,
             and
             ,
             having
             dined
             ,
             each
             one
             retired
             to
             their
             several
             Cabinets
             ,
             till
             towards
             Evening
             ,
             when
             either
             they
             rode
             abroad
             in
             their
             Coaches
             ,
             to
             take
             the
             Air
             (
             which
             Promenade
             never
             ended
             without
             some
             Banquet
             or
             Collation
             )
             or
             walked
             out
             into
             the
             Garden
             ,
             or
             adjoyning
             Woo●
             ,
             which
             seemed
             an
             
               Academy
               of
               Nightingales
            
             ,
             is
             the
             Garden
             a
             Treasury
             of
             all
             
             Flora's
             choicest
             and
             rarest
             Flowers
             ;
             when
             gather
             but
             one
             ,
             and
             seven
             more
             sprang
             up
             in
             its
             place
             ;
             whether
             it
             were
             th●
             Nature
             of
             the
             Soil
             ,
             or
             Vertue
             of
             the
             Hand
             wh●●●
             gathered
             it
             ,
             Heaven
             having
             so
             disposed
             this
             pl●●sant
             
             and
             delightful
             place
             ,
             should
             never
             fall
             but
             into
             the
             fairest
             and
             
               vertuousest
               hands
            
             of
             the
             Universe
             ,
             (
             it
             being
             a
             part
             of
             the
             Apinage
             or
             Inheritance
             of
             Madamoiselle
             
               de
               Beauvais
            
             .
             )
             From
             thence
             they
             went
             to
             Supper
             ,
             and
             having
             supp'd
             ,
             retired
             into
             a
             large
             Appartement
             ,
             illuminated
             by
             six
             fair
             
               Christal
               Branches
            
             ,
             and
             bordered
             about
             with
             
               Silver
               Sconzaes
            
             ,
             in
             which
             were
             inchac'd
             
               Concave
               Mirrors
            
             of
             Oval
             Form
             for
             better
             reflection
             of
             the
             Light.
             When
             the
             Dutchess
             ,
             seated
             in
             her
             Fautvil
             ,
             under
             a
             Canopy
             ,
             upon
             an
             half
             pace
             higher
             than
             the
             rest
             ,
             with
             the
             Princesses
             ,
             Her
             Daughter
             and
             Sister
             ,
             under
             Taborets
             ,
             on
             either
             side
             of
             Her
             ;
             the
             sports
             began
             as
             followeth
             :
          
           
             
             
               The
               First
               Nights
               Sport
            
             
               Of
               ORACLES
               .
            
             
               THis
               sport
               〈◊〉
               ,
               when
               one
               amongst
               the
               rest
               stands
               for
               Oracle
               ,
               and
               others
               in
               order
               ask
               Questions
               of
               it
               (
               the
               Dutchess
               first
               ,
               and
               the
               rest
               following
               )
               which
               the
               Oracle
               answers
               briefly
               in
               the
               Laconick
               stile
               :
               As
               for
               example
               .
            
             
               Quest.
               How
               should
               one
               do
               to
               be
               beloved
               ?
            
             
               Answ.
               Love.
               
            
             
               Quest.
               Who
               is
               the
               fairest
               Lady
               ?
            
             
               Answ.
               
                 Every
                 one's
                 Mistress
              
               .
            
             
               And
               these
               Questions
               are
               easily
               answered
               ,
               but
               the
               Oracle
               sometimes
               is
               hard
               put
               to
               't
               ,
               when
               they
               ask
               it
               any
               captious
               &
               insiduous
               ones
               ,
               as
               was
               his
               ,
               who
               asked
               the
               Oracle
               ,
               whither
               
                 what
                 he
                 had
                 in
                 his
                 hand
                 were
                 alive
                 ,
                 or
                 no
              
               ;
               to
               which
               it
               answered
               ,
               
                 As
                 you
                 please
              
               ,
               he
               grasping
               a
               little
               Sparrow
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
               meaning
               if
               the
               Oracle
               said
               it
               was
               dead
               ,
               to
               produce
               it
               alive
               ,
               if
               alive
               ,
               to
               crush
               it
               ,
               and
               produce
               it
               dead
               :
               Which
               ambiguous
               answers
               and
               words
               of
               double
               sence
               ,
               in
               such
               expedience
               ,
               required
               great
               wit
               and
               dexterity
               in
               the
               Oracle
               ;
               and
               at
               this
               our
               Oracle
               (
               Madamoiseille
               
                 de
                 Beauvais
              
               )
               was
               excellent
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Second
               Nights
               Sport
            
             
               Of
               DREAMS
               .
            
             
               THe
               sport
               of
               this
               is
               ,
               when
               every
               one
               tells
               their
               Dreams
               ,
               and
               some
               one
               Interprets
               them
               ,
               who
               is
               not
               only
               to
               know
               the
               
                 General
                 Notions
              
               ,
               (
               as
               how
               to
               dream
               of
               Pearl
               ,
               signifies
               Tears
               ,
               and
               
                 Gold
                 ,
                 Ill
                 luck
              
               ,
               &c.
               )
               But
               perfectly
               to
               understand
               the
               
                 Art
                 of
                 Divination
              
               ,
               and
               to
               have
               well
               read
               Artemedorus
               and
               Apamasar
               .
               Such
               as
               he
               ,
               to
               whom
               a
               Lady
               coming
               once
               in
               great
               anxiety
               for
               her
               Lord
               ,
               who
               was
               then
               actually
               in
               the
               Wars
               ,
               saying
               ,
               
                 She
                 dreamed
                 the
                 General
                 was
                 wounded
                 in
                 his
                 right
                 hand
              
               ;
               he
               answered
               ,
               
                 The
                 ill
                 presage
                 of
                 that
                 dream
                 nothing
                 concerned
                 her
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               who
               had
               a
               command
               of
               Horse
               ;
               for
               the
               right
               hand
               of
               a
               General
               was
               his
               Foot
               ,
               and
               the
               left
               his
               Horse
               ,
               and
               the
               event
               proved
               this
               prediction
               true
               ;
               for
               shortly
               after
               the
               news
               was
               brought
               (
               against
               the
               expectation
               of
               all
               )
               that
               Don
               
                 Francisco
                 de
                 Melo
              
               had
               lost
               the
               Battle
               of
               Rocroy
               ,
               most
               of
               his
               Infantry
               remaining
               ,
               either
               slain
               or
               taken
               prisoners
               ,
               whilst
               all
               the
               Cavalry
               escaped
               by
               flight
               .
               This
               made
               the
               Dutchess
               think
               him
               fittest
               to
               be
               president
               of
               that
               nights
               sport
               ,
               which
               (
               though
               far
               more
               difficult
               then
               that
               of
               the
               Oracle
               )
               he
               performed
               to
               the
               general
               satisfaction
               of
               all
               ;
               where
               note
               ,
               they
               may
               shew
               as
               much
               wit
               ,
               who
               ingenuously
               feign
               a
               Dream
               ,
               as
               he
               who
               interprets
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               third
               Nights
               Sport
            
             
               Of
               LOTTERIES
               .
            
             
               ALL
               the
               Wit
               and
               Art
               of
               this
               Sport
               ,
               is
               so
               to
               contrive
               the
               Lots
               in
               the
               Urn
               ,
               as
               best
               may
               fit
               the
               qualities
               of
               every
               one
               .
               As
               to
               the
               Dutchess
               all
               Happiness
               and
               Felicity
               ;
               to
               the
               Princess
               ,
               nothing
               but
               Crowns
               and
               Scepters
               (
               then
               proposed
               as
               a
               match
               for
               Crowned-heads
               )
               and
               to
               Madamoseille
               
                 De
                 Beauvais
              
               ,
               her
               choice
               of
               Princely-Husbands
               ,
               married
               not
               long
               after
               to
               the
               Marquess
               of
               Varanbon
               ;
               who
               dying
               without
               Heirs
               ,
               left
               Her
               Inheritrix
               of
               his
               Marquisate
               ,
               and
               since
               married
               to
               the
               
                 Noble
                 Prince
              
               of
               Aremberge
               :
               Nor
               were
               the
               rest
               of
               the
               Ladies
               less
               fitted
               with
               their
               Lots
               ,
               the
               Contriver
               of
               the
               Lottery
               to
               please
               them
               ,
               hazarding
               the
               reputation
               of
               a
               Lyer
               twenty
               times
               ,
               for
               that
               of
               a
               Prophet
               once
               :
               But
               all
               the
               Sport
               was
               to
               hear
               the
               inferior
               servants
               handsomely
               rallied
               for
               pastime
               of
               the
               Ladies
               .
               For
               example
               ,
               Two
               waiting
               Women
               .
               (
               amongst
               the
               rest
               one
               who
               would
               needs
               lead
               Apes
               to
               Hell
               ,
               and
               another
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               go
               to
               Heaven
               without
               a
               Husband
               .
               )
               The
               Dutchess
               prohibiting
               all
               picquant
               Rallery
               ,
               which
               ,
               if
               any
               offered
               ,
               she
               declared
               a
               dislike
               of
               it
               in
               a
               blush
               ,
               a
               greater
               reprehension
               ,
               then
               could
               be
               expressed
               by
               words
               ,
               to
               those
               who
               understand
               the
               Language
               of
               the
               Face
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Fourth
               Nights
               Sport
            
             
               Of
               WONDERS
               .
            
             
               THe
               Sport
               of
               this
               is
               ,
               when
               every
               one
               tells
               what
               they
               most
               wonder
               at
               ,
               or
               the
               greatest
               wonder
               they
               have
               seen
               ;
               not
               such
               as
               
                 Lying
                 Travellers
              
               report
               ,
               or
               such
               as
               they
               father
               upon
               our
               Countrey-Man
               Sir
               
                 John
                 Mandevile
              
               ;
               muchless
               such
               foul-mouthed
               ,
               slanderous
               ones
               ,
               as
               his
               ,
               who
               said
               ,
               
                 The
                 greatest
                 wonder
                 he
                 had
                 seen
                 ,
                 was
                 ,
                 a
                 Woman
                 honest
                 when
                 she
                 was
                 young
                 ,
                 and
                 handsome
                 when
                 she
                 was
                 old
                 ;
                 but
                 such
                 witty
                 ingenuous
                 ones
                 ,
                 as
                 that
              
               Ladies
               and
               Cavaliers
               ,
               who
               saying
               ,
               
                 The
                 greatest
                 wonder
                 he
                 had
                 seen
                 ,
                 was
                 a
                 constant
              
               Lady
               ;
               she
               answered
               again
               ,
               
                 That
                 the
                 greatest
                 she
                 had
                 seen
                 was
                 a
                 discreet
              
               Cavalier
               .
               All
               in
               the
               way
               of
               
                 Gentile
                 Rallery
              
               without
               stumbling
               or
               falling
               foul
               on
               the
               Picquant
               ,
               and
               at
               that
               
                 Gentile
                 Rallery
              
               these
               Ladies
               were
               excellent
               ,
               who
               went
               on
               inoffensively
               ,
               without
               ever
               making
               a
               false
               pace
               on
               their
               way
               ;
               nay
               ,
               they
               went
               farther
               yet
               ,
               and
               converting
               their
               Sports
               and
               Pastimes
               into
               Devotion
               ,
               one
               said
               what
               she
               most
               wondered
               at
               ,
               was
               ,
               
                 That
                 any
              
               Noble
               Woman
               
                 could
                 be
                 otherways
                 then
                 vertuous
                 ,
                 when
              
               Vertue
               
                 was
                 only
              
               true
               Nobility
               ;
               another
               ,
               
                 That
                 she
                 wondered
                 their
                 could
                 be
                 any
              
               Atheists
               
                 in
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 when
                 every
                 thing
                 put
                 them
                 in
                 mind
                 of
                 a
              
               Divinity
               ;
               and
               a
               third
               more
               divinely
               yet
               ,
               
                 That
                 she
                 wondered
                 how
                 any
                 one
                 could
                 breathe
                 or
                 stir
                 a
                 foot
                 ,
                 without
                 thinking
                 on
                 him
                 ,
                 in
                 whom
                 we
                 live
                 ,
                 move
                 ,
                 and
                 have
                 our
                 being
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Fifth
               Nights
               Sport
               of
               WISHES
               .
            
             
               THis
               amongst
               Gallants
               is
               one
               of
               their
               cheifest
               Sports
               ;
               when
               striving
               who
               should
               wish
               somewhat
               most
               pleasing
               to
               their
               Mistress
               .
               One
               wishes
               himself
               Somnus
               ,
               or
               the
               
                 God
                 of
                 Sleep
              
               ,
               to
               charm
               her
               senses
               into
               a
               sweet
               repose
               ;
               another
               Morpheus
               ,
               or
               the
               
                 God
                 of
                 Dreams
              
               ,
               to
               enter
               into
               her
               mind
               ;
               and
               with
               some
               delightful
               dream
               insinuate
               the
               thought
               of
               himself
               amongst
               the
               rest
               :
               And
               a
               third
               wishing
               his
               Brest
               wholly
               transparent
               ,
               that
               she
               might
               see
               through
               it
               ,
               the
               pureness
               of
               his
               affection
               ;
               with
               many
               such
               like
               Gallantries
               ,
               but
               all
               in
               vain
               :
               For
               just
               as
               Water
               can
               be
               derived
               no
               higher
               then
               its
               Fountain
               head
               ,
               so
               Earthly
               minds
               can
               think
               of
               nothing
               ,
               but
               Earthly
               things
               ,
               whilest
               these
               Ladies
               were
               so
               heavenly
               minded
               ,
               as
               one
               wished
               her self
               a
               Bird
               of
               Paradice
               ,
               to
               have
               no
               more
               communication
               with
               Earth
               ;
               another
               soared
               higher
               yet
               ,
               Wishing
               her self
               in
               Heaven
               ;
               and
               the
               third
               ,
               Wished
               her self
               an
               Angel
               there
               ;
               and
               she
               only
               wanted
               Wings
               ,
               having
               in
               an
               Angelical
               Body
               an
               Angelical
               Spirit
               too
               .
               And
               this
               ,
               with
               more
               delight
               and
               chearfulness
               then
               others
               wished
               for
               all
               the
               Treasures
               in
               the
               World
               ,
               well
               knowing
               this
               World
               ,
               in
               comparison
               with
               the
               other
               ,
               was
               less
               then
               a
               drop
               of
               Water
               compared
               to
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               or
               Grain
               of
               Dust
               ,
               to
               the
               whole
               Globe
               of
               the
               Earth
               ;
               but
               not
               to
               be
               thought
               to
               undervalue
               this
               World
               too
               much
               ,
               by
               those
               who
               have
               but
               too
               magnificent
               a
               conceit
               of
               it
               .
               We
               will
               say
               no
               more
               ,
               but
               past
               to
               the
               next
               Nights
               Sport.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Sixth
               Nights
               Sport
            
             
               Of
               GIPSIES
               .
            
             
               THe
               Sport
               of
               Gipsies
               was
               excellent
               well
               represented
               by
               
                 Her
                 Highness
              
               servants
               ,
               all
               properly
               habited
               with
               their
               Faces
               umbered
               over
               ,
               supposed
               so
               many
               Doxies
               with
               their
               Solyman
               ,
               who
               making
               their
               Entry
               in
               a
               Dance
               ,
               fell
               to
               telling
               Fortunes
               ,
               by
               Inspection
               of
               the
               Hand
               or
               Art
               of
               Chyromancy
               ,
               as
               they
               pretended
               ,
               though
               all
               their
               Art
               was
               to
               give
               such
               Fortunes
               as
               they
               imagined
               best
               pleasing
               to
               every
               one
               (
               like
               that
               Painter
               ,
               when
               he
               could
               not
               make
               his
               Pictures
               like
               ,
               made
               them
               Fair
               at
               least
               .
               )
               Giving
               young
               Maids
               good
               Husbands
               ,
               Batchellors
               ,
               rich
               Wives
               ;
               and
               to
               every
               one
               long
               lives
               ,
               and
               all
               prosperity
               ;
               which
               the
               simple
               believed
               as
               Gospel
               ,
               although
               as
               false
               as
               the
               Talmud
               or
               Alchoran
               .
               But
               this
               Sport
               differing
               only
               from
               that
               of
               Lotteries
               ,
               in
               that
               ,
               one
               is
               a
               dumb
               Fortune-Teller
               ,
               and
               the
               other
               speaking
               ones
               ;
               we
               will
               say
               no
               more
               of
               it
               ,
               but
               only
               as
               they
               made
               their
               Entry
               ,
               so
               they
               made
               their
               Exit
               in
               a
               Dance
               ;
               after
               which
               ,
               the
               rest
               made
               theirs
               too
               ,
               and
               every
               one
               retired
               to
               their
               repose
               ;
               and
               so
               they
               concluded
               the
               sixth
               Nights
               Sport
               ,
               reserving
               the
               seventh
               day
               for
               their
               Devotions
               ,
               if
               any
               thing
               could
               be
               added
               to
               the
               Devotions
               of
               the
               other
               days
               .
            
          
           
             The
             end
             of
             this
             
               Weeks
               Sports
            
             and
             Divertisements
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           
           
             Of
             the
             Mountebank
             and
             his
             Farce
             .
          
           
             WHilst
             they
             prepared
             for
             other
             Divertisements
             ,
             that
             of
             the
             Mountebank
             and
             his
             Farce
             ,
             was
             this
             Nights
             sport
             ,
             performed
             by
             Her
             Highness
             servants
             ,
             as
             followeth
             .
          
           
             The
             Mountebank
             ,
             with
             all
             formal
             gravity
             ,
             mounting
             the
             Scaffold
             ,
             made
             a
             long
             Oration
             of
             the
             marvellous
             Cures
             he
             had
             done
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             rare
             and
             admirable
             Receipts
             he
             had
             ;
             as
             if
             AEsculapius
             were
             but
             a
             Zany
             to
             him
             ,
             whilst
             his
             Zany
             indeed
             ,
             for
             greater
             sport
             ,
             turned
             all
             to
             ridiculous
             that
             he
             said
             :
             As
             when
             he
             said
             ,
             
               He
               had
               a
               Receipt
               to
               make
               them
               see
               as
               well
               by
               night
               as
               by
               day
            
             ;
             the
             Zany
             answered
             ,
             
               It
               was
               but
               putting
               out
               their
               eyes
               .
            
             And
             when
             he
             said
             he
             had
             another
             ,
             
               That
               they
               should
               never
               die
               of
               old
               age
            
             ;
             he
             answered
             again
             ,
             
               It
               was
               but
               hanging
               them
               while
               they
               were
               young
            
             ;
             with
             such
             like
             vulgar
             Buffoonry
             to
             make
             the
             Audience
             laugh
             .
             All
             whichended
             in
             one
             of
             the
             best
             of
             Scarramuchio's
             ,
             and
             Harlequin's
             acted
             by
             the
             Doctor
             and
             his
             Wife
             ,
             the
             Zany
             with
             all
             his
             antick
             tricks
             ,
             and
             others
             of
             his
             followers
             who
             truckled
             under
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Eclogue
             or
             Acting
             of
             Questions
             .
          
           
             NOthing
             more
             declares
             a
             penetrating
             wit
             ,
             which
             the
             French
             call
             
               Le
               point
               de
               l'esprit
            
             ,
             then
             to
             enter
             into
             the
             depth
             of
             these
             Questions
             ,
             nor
             a
             more
             perspicuous
             Iudgment
             ,
             then
             to
             discern
             the
             nice
             and
             subtil
             Weights
             and
             Scales
             ,
             required
             for
             determinating
             and
             deciding
             them
             ;
             of
             which
             ,
             I
             will
             only
             give
             you
             an
             example
             or
             two
             ,
             and
             leave
             to
             others
             to
             furnish
             you
             with
             more
             .
          
           
             Q.
             
               1.
               
               Which
               of
               these
               two
            
             Lovers
             
               best
               deserve
               the
            
             Nymph
             ,
             
               he
               who
               often
               obliged
               her
               ,
               and
               disobliged
               her
               as
               oft
            
             ;
             or
             ,
             
               he
               who
               had
               done
               neither
               ,
               but
               only
               loved
               her
               ?
            
             When
             after
             many
             Arguments
             on
             either
             side
             ,
             it
             was
             finally
             concluded
             for
             the
             first
             against
             the
             second
             ,
             because
             he
             had
             done
             somewhat
             ,
             at
             least
             ,
             to
             declare
             his
             love
             ,
             but
             the
             other
             nothing
             ;
             and
             love
             is
             best
             declared
             by
             Deeds
             they
             say
             ,
             for
             
               Probatio
               amoris
               exibitio
               est
               operis
            
             .
          
           
             Q.
             
               2.
               
               Which
               of
               those
               two
               Damsels
               lives
               the
               Knight
               should
               soonest
               save
               ,
               (
               in
               eminent
               danger
               of
               death
               )
               hers
               whom
               he
               loved
               ,
               and
               she
               not
               him
               ;
               or
               hers
               who
               loved
               him
               ,
               and
               he
               not
               her
               ?
            
             And
             it
             was
             determined
             for
             the
             second
             against
             the
             first
             ;
             for
             she
             loved
             him
             ,
             at
             least
             ,
             but
             the
             other
             not
             :
             And
             for
             his
             love
             to
             the
             other
             ,
             that
             no
             ways
             went
             on
             the
             account
             of
             of
             her
             desert
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             the
             Actors
             growing
             more
             numerous
             ,
             a
             more
             particular
             Stage
             was
             requisite
             ,
             which
             by
             the
             Painters
             and
             Carpenters
             skill
             was
             easily
             made
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Pastoral
             of
             Love
             in
             his
             Infancy
             .
          
           
             THe
             Birth-day
             of
             the
             Prince
             of
             Vaudemont
             ,
             celebrated
             at
             Berseel
             ,
             where
             he
             was
             born
             the
             year
             before
             ,
             gave
             overture
             to
             the
             Theater
             ,
             and
             subject
             to
             this
             Pastoral
             ,
             where
             he
             was
             introduced
             in
             his
             Cradle
             like
             a
             young
             Cupid
             ,
             the
             Graces
             nursing
             him
             ;
             the
             Sports
             playing
             about
             him
             ,
             and
             Nymphs
             rejoycing
             to
             have
             a
             Cupid
             now
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             
               Venus
               Urania
            
             ,
             promising
             to
             themselves
             all
             pleasure
             in
             a
             love
             so
             harmless
             and
             innocent
             ,
             never
             imagining
             what
             pain
             he
             would
             cost
             them
             ,
             when
             he
             came
             to
             riper
             years
             :
             But
             that
             which
             most
             added
             to
             the
             solemnity
             of
             the
             day
             ,
             was
             our
             triumvirate
             of
             Ladies
             personating
             the
             three
             Goddesses
             ,
             
               Venus
               ,
               Juno
            
             ,
             and
             Pallas
             ,
             in
             a
             solemn
             entry
             of
             Ballet
             ,
             Dancing
             ,
             and
             Singing
             about
             the
             Cradle
             :
             In
             which
             qualities
             they
             were
             all
             so
             excellent
             ,
             as
             for
             Dancing
             ,
             the
             Musick
             of
             the
             Feet
             ,
             and
             Singing
             ,
             the
             Dancing
             of
             the
             Voice
             ,
             they
             had
             few
             who
             equalled
             them
             ,
             none
             who
             exceeded
             them
             .
             And
             for
             conclusion
             ,
             by
             bearing
             the
             Cradle
             in
             triumph
             away
             ,
             they
             gave
             end
             to
             the
             Nights
             Revels
             ,
             and
             Days
             Solemnity
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Play
             of
             
               Loves
               Kingdom
            
             .
          
           
             IN
             imitation
             of
             this
             Pastoral
             ,
             made
             after
             the
             same
             Model
             ,
             and
             cast
             in
             the
             same
             Mold
             ,
             the
             Play
             of
             
               Loves
               Kingdom
            
             was
             made
             ,
             with
             design
             to
             render
             Love
             so
             vertuous
             ,
             and
             Vertue
             so
             lovely
             ,
             as
             all
             should
             be
             enamored
             of
             it
             ;
             which
             with
             much
             alteration
             ,
             was
             after
             acted
             on
             the
             English
             Stage
             :
             But
             soon
             they
             found
             they
             took
             their
             measures
             wrong
             ,
             for
             the
             Times
             were
             too
             vicious
             ,
             and
             it
             too
             vertuous
             for
             them
             who
             looked
             on
             Vertue
             as
             a
             Reprehension
             ,
             and
             not
             a
             Divertisement
             ;
             and
             Love
             without
             Lust
             ,
             was
             like
             Meat
             without
             Sawce
             to
             them
             whose
             Appetites
             were
             depraved
             with
             more
             vicious
             Food
             .
             So
             leaving
             the
             English
             Stage
             ,
             it
             returned
             to
             Berseel
             again
             ,
             where
             Vertue
             was
             always
             welcome
             ;
             but
             for
             love
             one
             should
             as
             soon
             be
             drunk
             in
             a
             
               Chrystal
               Fountain
            
             ,
             as
             have
             the
             least
             vicious
             thought
             in
             so
             vertuous
             company
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Mask
             ,
             or
             
               Opera
               in
               Musick
            
             .
          
           
             THis
             Mask
             or
             
               Opera
               in
               Musick
            
             ,
             represented
             Latona
             with
             her
             two
             Children
             ,
             Apollo
             and
             Diana
             ,
             in
             the
             Floating
             Isle
             of
             Delos
             ,
             incessantly
             tossed
             up
             and
             down
             ,
             and
             exposed
             to
             all
             the
             storms
             of
             Fortune
             ,
             with
             this
             Motto
             ,
             
               Diu
               fluctibus
               agitata
               .
            
          
           
             The
             Hyades
             or
             Sea-Nymphs
             bewailing
             her
             sad
             condition
             ;
             till
             the
             Scene
             changing
             ,
             represented
             the
             Island
             fixed
             ,
             and
             her
             with
             her
             Children
             in
             all
             tranquillity
             ,
             the
             Word
             or
             Motto
             ,
             
               Tandem
               Requiescit
               .
            
          
           
             The
             Dryades
             or
             Land-Nymphs
             rejoycing
             at
             her
             happy
             condition
             :
             The
             first
             alluding
             to
             her
             former
             state
             ,
             without
             any
             certain
             habitation
             ;
             the
             second
             by
             way
             of
             Prophesie
             ,
             promising
             their
             restauration
             to
             their
             Countrey
             again
             ;
             which
             ,
             though
             Poets
             are
             said
             to
             be
             Poets
             and
             Prophets
             too
             ,
             wants
             yet
             its
             wished
             
               success
               ,
               Fortune
            
             still
             continuing
             to
             persecute
             her
             ,
             and
             the
             Dukes
             unfortunate
             genius
             predominant
             still
             over
             her
             more
             fortunate
             one
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Play
             of
             Laura
             Persecutée
             .
          
           
             IN
             regard
             of
             which
             ,
             
               Her
               Highness
            
             chose
             to
             act
             that
             excellent
             Tragy-Comedy
             of
             
               Laura
               Persecutée
            
             which
             She
             did
             so
             naturally
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             life
             ,
             as
             you
             might
             well
             perceive
             She
             acted
             Her
             own
             fortune
             under
             anothers
             name
             ;
             like
             that
             excellent
             Actor
             ,
             who
             being
             to
             weep
             over
             the
             Urn
             of
             I
             know
             not
             whom
             ,
             to
             do
             it
             the
             better
             ,
             brought
             forth
             with
             him
             on
             the
             Stage
             ,
             the
             Urn
             of
             his
             own
             dearly
             beloved
             Child
             ,
             celebrating
             a
             feigned
             Funeral
             with
             
               Real
               Tears
            
             .
          
           
             Mean
             time
             ,
             as
             nothing
             was
             wanting
             to
             the
             excellency
             of
             the
             Acting
             ,
             so
             nothing
             was
             wanting
             to
             the
             compleating
             the
             Theater
             ,
             but
             only
             a
             greater
             Audience
             ,
             for
             a
             nobler
             it
             could
             not
             have
             ;
             the
             Actors
             for
             the
             most
             part
             being
             Auditors
             and
             Spectators
             too
             ;
             though
             sometimes
             the
             great
             Ladies
             ,
             and
             chief
             Nobility
             ,
             would
             come
             over
             from
             Brussels
             ,
             to
             behold
             their
             sports
             ,
             and
             went
             away
             unwillingly
             again
             ,
             envying
             their
             happiness
             who
             still
             remained
             there
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             having
             mentioned
             the
             Dutchess
             misfortune
             and
             persecution
             ,
             I
             shall
             briefly
             declare
             the
             beginning
             ,
             progress
             ,
             and
             would
             I
             could
             the
             end
             of
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             the
             Dutchesses
             Marriage
             with
             the
             Duke
             of
             Lorrain
             .
          
           
             HEnry
             ,
             Duke
             of
             Lorrain
             ,
             dying
             without
             Issue-male
             ,
             leaving
             only
             two
             Daughters
             ,
             the
             Princess
             Nichole
             ,
             and
             Princess
             Claude
             ;
             the
             Father
             of
             Charles
             ,
             now
             Duke
             ,
             cheif
             of
             the
             House
             of
             Vaudemont
             ,
             by
             vertue
             of
             the
             
               Salick
               Law
            
             ,
             succeeded
             him
             ;
             who
             ,
             better
             to
             confirm
             his
             Title
             ,
             forced
             his
             Son
             ,
             on
             pain
             of
             disinheriting
             ,
             to
             marry
             the
             Princess
             Nichole
             (
             as
             his
             Brother
             had
             the
             Princess
             Claude
             )
             which
             he
             did
             at
             last
             with
             protestation
             of
             the
             force
             ,
             and
             with
             all
             signs
             of
             aversion
             lived
             with
             her
             till
             his
             Fathers
             death
             ,
             when
             by
             mutual
             consent
             they
             parted
             ;
             and
             not
             long
             after
             ,
             he
             publickly
             married
             
               Beatrix
               de
               Cusance
            
             ,
             the
             young
             Widow
             of
             the
             Prince
             of
             Cantecroix
             ,
             a
             Lady
             of
             incomparable
             Beauty
             ,
             and
             Birth
             ,
             and
             Fortune
             ,
             answerable
             every
             way
             ,
             by
             whom
             he
             had
             issue
             Anne
             ,
             now
             Princess
             of
             Lorrain
             ,
             whose
             Legitimation
             none
             ever
             doubted
             of
             .
             In
             this
             Marriage
             they
             lived
             many
             years
             with
             great
             tranquillity
             ,
             till
             a
             Storm
             was
             raised
             against
             them
             by
             the
             See
             of
             Rome
             ,
             for
             Marrying
             without
             Dispensation
             ,
             &c.
             by
             the
             suscitation
             of
             the
             Crown
             of
             France
             ,
             who
             had
             espoused
             the
             Interest
             of
             Princess
             Nichole
             ,
             as
             the
             Emperor
             had
             that
             of
             the
             Princess
             Claude
             .
             Which
             proceeded
             so
             far
             ,
             as
             they
             were
             forced
             to
             separate
             on
             pain
             of
             Excommunication
             ,
             till
             the
             cause
             might
             be
             decided
             by
             the
             Court
             of
             Rome
             ,
             which
             the
             Nuntio
             ,
             promised
             should
             be
             in
             a
             
             year
             ,
             at
             least
             .
             This
             time
             expired
             and
             nothing
             done
             ,
             the
             Duke
             following
             Plinies
             Rule
             ,
             
               Never
               in
               what
               you
               resolve
               to
               do
               ,
               to
               ask
               Counsel
               of
               those
               who
               may
               hinder
               the
               doing
               it
               ,
            
             went
             privately
             to
             the
             Dutchess
             again
             ,
             and
             begat
             the
             now
             Prince
             of
             Vaudemont
             ;
             for
             which
             (
             when
             known
             )
             he
             was
             easily
             absolved
             ,
             and
             so
             had
             been
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             ,
             had
             he
             not
             neglected
             ,
             for
             some
             
               Reasons
               of
               State
            
             ,
             to
             sue
             out
             a
             Divorce
             from
             the
             Princess
             Nichole
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             she
             was
             in
             state
             of
             bearing
             Children
             ,
             not
             to
             set
             her
             at
             liberty
             to
             marry
             some
             Foreign
             Prince
             ,
             whose
             Issue
             might
             dispute
             the
             Dukedom
             with
             the
             House
             of
             Vaudemont
             (
             the
             
               Law
               Salick
            
             not
             being
             so
             clearly
             received
             in
             Lorrain
             ,
             as
             it
             was
             in
             France
             .
             )
             This
             then
             was
             our
             Dutchess
             misfortune
             ,
             this
             her
             persecution
             ,
             and
             this
             finally
             that
             Marriage
             which
             has
             caused
             so
             great
             rumor
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             by
             those
             who
             know
             not
             how
             Marriages
             made
             by
             force
             ,
             bind
             no
             longer
             then
             the
             force
             continues
             ;
             whilst
             those
             made
             voluntarily
             ,
             bind
             till
             death
             ,
             nor
             by
             any
             
               humane
               force
            
             can
             ever
             be
             dissolved
             again
             .
          
           
             
               And
               now
               after
               this
               serious
               Digression
               ,
               let
               us
               return
               to
               our
            
             Sports
             again
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             the
             Acting
             of
             Proverbs
             .
          
           
             THe
             next
             Nights
             sport
             ,
             and
             that
             of
             many
             Nights
             after
             ,
             was
             the
             Acting
             of
             Proverbs
             ,
             a
             sport
             of
             so
             great
             variety
             ,
             as
             you
             might
             often
             repeat
             it
             ,
             and
             never
             twice
             the
             same
             again
             ;
             where
             note
             ,
             That
             as
             there
             are
             divers
             sorts
             of
             other
             sports
             ,
             some
             which
             cause
             laughter
             without
             any
             Wit
             ,
             others
             more
             studious
             then
             delightful
             as
             
               Ridles
               ,
               Rebus's
            
             ,
             and
             Anagrams
             ;
             or
             half
             witted
             Paradoxes
             ,
             as
             ,
             
               A
               Chandler
               can
               least
               hide
               his
               own
               knavery
               ,
               for
               all
               his
               works
               must
               come
               to
               light
               .
            
             And
             ,
             
               a
               Shoomaker
               would
               make
               the
               best
               Constable
               ,
               for
               he
               can
               put
               any
               Man
               in
               the
               Stocks
               ,
               and
               take
               him
               out
               at
               last
               .
            
             So
             there
             are
             divers
             sorts
             of
             this
             ,
             some
             acting
             Proverbs
             in
             Dancing
             ;
             others
             in
             dumb
             shew
             and
             mimick
             gesture
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ;
             which
             may
             be
             sports
             ,
             but
             not
             sports
             of
             Wit
             ,
             or
             but
             dumb
             wit
             at
             most
             ;
             whereas
             ,
             that
             of
             these
             Ladies
             ,
             added
             words
             unto
             action
             :
             Of
             which
             ,
             we
             shall
             give
             you
             an
             example
             or
             two
             ,
             not
             doubting
             ,
             but
             if
             the
             Ladies
             be
             delighted
             with
             it
             ,
             there
             are
             wits
             enough
             to
             furnish
             them
             with
             more
             .
          
           
             
             
               PROV
               .
               It
               is
               merry
               when
               Friends
               meet
               .
            
             
               THe
               Scene
               was
               supposed
               an
               Inn
               where
               divers
               Friends
               met
               ,
               as
               by
               chance
               ,
               and
               recounted
               their
               several
               adventures
               on
               the
               way
               ;
               some
               more
               dangerous
               ,
               others
               more
               pleasant
               ;
               every
               one
               making
               a
               several
               Novella
               ,
               and
               all
               together
               a
               delightful
               Variety
               .
               Amongst
               the
               rest
               two
               persons
               arrived
               so
               disguised
               ,
               that
               they
               seemed
               strangers
               both
               to
               themselves
               and
               all
               the
               rest
               ,
               who
               recounting
               their
               adventures
               ,
               were
               soon
               known
               to
               be
               a
               pair
               of
               Noble
               Lovers
               ,
               who
               on
               the
               eve
               of
               their
               Nuptials
               ,
               were
               severally
               made
               Captives
               by
               strange
               adventures
               ;
               and
               by
               as
               strange
               ,
               delivered
               from
               Captivity
               again
               ,
               to
               their
               incredible
               joy
               ,
               and
               little
               less
               of
               all
               the
               Company
               ,
               as
               they
               declared
               by
               their
               
                 Congratulations
                 ,
                 Embracements
              
               ;
               and
               all
               the
               signs
               of
               joy
               and
               gladness
               ,
               which
               are
               usually
               shewn
               on
               such
               occasions
               .
            
             
               
                 Another
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 a
                 more
                 Spiritual
                 kind
                 ,
                 is
                 that
                 which
                 followeth
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               PROV
               .
               No
               true
               Pleasure
               in
               this
               World.
               
            
             
               TO
               confirm
               this
               ,
               they
               took
               for
               Argument
               that
               
                 Moral
                 Fable
              
               ,
               how
               Jupiter
               ,
               in
               the
               first
               Creation
               ,
               sent
               Pleasure
               down
               from
               Heaven
               ,
               for
               the
               consolation
               of
               poor
               Mortals
               here
               on
               Earth
               ;
               of
               whom
               ,
               they
               soon
               became
               so
               great
               Idolaters
               ,
               that
               they
               offered
               more
               Sacrifice
               to
               it
               ,
               then
               to
               all
               the
               Gods
               besides
               .
               At
               which
               ,
               the
               Gods
               offended
               ,
               recalled
               Pleasure
               back
               to
               Heaven
               again
               ,
               who
               ascending
               ,
               threw
               off
               its
               Earthly
               Garment
               ;
               which
               Dolon
               or
               Deceit
               finding
               ,
               put
               on
               ,
               and
               ever
               since
               hath
               passed
               for
               it
               ;
               Men
               foolishly
               adoring
               as
               much
               the
               shadow
               of
               Pleasure
               now
               ,
               as
               they
               did
               the
               substance
               of
               it
               before
               .
               When
               Jove
               ,
               pittying
               they
               should
               be
               so
               deceived
               ,
               sent
               Mercury
               down
               to
               undeceive
               them
               ,
               and
               discover
               the
               Imposture
               and
               Deceit
               .
               But
               soon
               he
               found
               his
               Embassie
               was
               in
               vain
               ,
               and
               that
               all
               his
               eloquence
               was
               lost
               upon
               them
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               believe
               ,
               though
               a
               God
               did
               tell
               them
               so
               ,
               That
               there
               was
               any
               other
               Pleasure
               ,
               but
               what
               they
               had
               .
               When
               Jove
               seeing
               he
               must
               create
               the
               World
               and
               Men
               anew
               ,
               to
               make
               them
               better
               and
               wiser
               ,
               resolved
               for
               their
               punishment
               ,
               to
               leave
               them
               to
               the
               pleasure
               of
               Beasts
               ,
               who
               would
               not
               have
               that
               of
               Angels
               ,
               though
               they
               might
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Conclusion
             .
          
           
             ANd
             now
             I
             cannot
             better
             conclude
             this
             Treatise
             ,
             then
             by
             giving
             you
             a
             short
             Character
             of
             the
             Ladies
             ,
             chiefly
             mentioned
             in
             it
             ;
             (
             and
             to
             say
             nothing
             of
             the
             Princess
             ,
             who
             was
             yet
             so
             young
             ,
             as
             she
             only
             promised
             to
             be
             what
             her
             Mother
             was
             ,
             and
             no
             doubt
             ,
             but
             in
             time
             ,
             she
             will
             make
             good
             her
             promises
             .
             )
             The
             Dutchess
             was
             one
             of
             the
             greatest
             Beauties
             of
             the
             times
             ,
             and
             her
             Sister
             no
             less
             ;
             but
             in
             a
             different
             kind
             ,
             the
             one
             Fair
             ,
             the
             other
             Brown
             ;
             the
             one
             clear
             Sun-shine
             ,
             the
             other
             a
             Delightful-shade
             ;
             and
             as
             their
             Beauties
             ,
             so
             their
             dispositions
             were
             alike
             ;
             the
             Dutchess
             with
             all
             becoming
             freedom
             of
             one
             that
             was
             married
             ,
             her
             Sister
             not
             so
             free
             ,
             as
             one
             not
             married
             yet
             .
             The
             first
             all
             gay
             and
             chearful
             ,
             the
             second
             not
             so
             gay
             ,
             but
             with
             a
             chearfulness
             as
             far
             above
             light
             Mirth
             and
             Laughter
             ,
             as
             Elemental
             Fire
             above
             Squibs
             and
             Crackers
             :
             For
             the
             rest
             ,
             they
             were
             both
             so
             far
             from
             Pride
             ,
             as
             nothing
             could
             be
             more
             humble
             ,
             yet
             so
             majestical
             ,
             as
             they
             appeared
             the
             higher
             by
             their
             Humility
             ;
             and
             were
             in
             all
             so
             equal
             ,
             as
             together
             ,
             you
             knew
             not
             which
             to
             prefer
             ;
             asunder
             ,
             you
             always
             preferred
             the
             present
             to
             the
             absent
             ,
             till
             she
             returning
             ,
             set
             the
             ballance
             even
             again
             .
             In
             fine
             ,
             not
             to
             enter
             so
             far
             into
             their
             praises
             ,
             as
             never
             to
             get
             out
             again
             ;
             in
             their
             presence
             ,
             you
             were
             so
             ravished
             and
             transported
             ,
             as
             you
             would
             as
             soon
             be
             weary
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             as
             of
             their
             Company
             ;
             and
             it
             was
             a
             species
             of
             the
             Beatitude
             ,
             of
             the
             other
             Life
             ,
             only
             to
             enjoy
             their
             conversation
             in
             this
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             List
             of
             some
             of
             their
             Proverbs
             .
          
           
             PRoverbs
             must
             have
             the
             stamp
             of
             Custome
             ,
             to
             make
             them
             currant
             with
             the
             World
             ;
             but
             every
             one
             for
             their
             private
             use
             may
             coyn
             what
             ones
             they
             please
             ,
             as
             are
             these
             following
             .
          
           
             
               Who
               spends
               all
               his
               life
               in
               getting
               maintenance
               for
               it
               ,
               is
               like
               him
               who
               sold
               his
               horse
               to
               get
               him
               Provender
               .
            
             
               Death
               and
               Absence
               differ
               only
               in
               this
               ,
               That
               Absence
               is
               but
               a
               short
               Death
               ;
               and
               Death
               a
               long
               Absence
               .
            
             
               Who
               gives
               soon
               ,
               redoubles
               the
               benefit
               ;
               and
               he
               that
               is
               long
               a
               giving
               ,
               diminishes
               it
               as
               much
               .
            
             
               Vice
               and
               Vanity
               differ
               only
               in
               this
               ,
               that
               Vice
               lays
               the
               Egg
               ,
               and
               Vanity
               hatches
               the
               Chicken
               .
            
             
               An
               uncertain
               Nature
               ,
               is
               like
               a
               Sea
               with
               shifting
               Sands
               ,
               where
               thereis
               no
               Sailing
               without
               a
               Plummet
               in
               hand
               ;
               or
               like
               a
               Weapon
               loose
               in
               the
               Hilt
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               using
               of
               it
               with
               any
               confidence
               .
            
             
               Distracted
               Prayers
               are
               like
               Penelopes
               Web
               ,
               always
               to
               begin
               anew
               ,
               and
               never
               ended
               .
            
             
               Without
               a
               little
               dispute
               ,
               one
               can
               never
               enter
               into
               discourse
               ;
               and
               with
               too
               much
               ,
               one
               can
               never
               get
               out
               again
               .
               
            
             
               Who
               takes
               every
               acquaintance
               for
               a
               Friend
               ,
               is
               like
               him
               who
               takes
               every
               Pebble
               Stone
               for
               a
               Diamond
               .
            
             
               
               A
               Friend
               is
               a
               Cabinet-piece
               ,
               to
               be
               sought
               all
               the
               World
               over
               ,
               whilst
               we
               find
               acquaintances
               ▪
               in
               every
               street
               .
            
             
               The
               greatest
               Wisdom
               ,
               is
               to
               know
               how
               much
               Thought
               ▪
               we
               are
               to
               give
               to
               every
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Who
               cheaply
               sells
               anothers
               Fame
               ,
               makes
               but
               the
               Market
               to
               buy
               his
               own
               .
            
             
               Noble
               Women
               are
               like
               Sacred
               Relicks
               :
               
                 Beheld
                 with
                 reverence
                 ,
                 but
                 let
                 Men
                 come
              
               
                 To
                 touch
                 them
                 once
                 ,
                 their
                 reverence
                 is
                 gone
                 .
              
            
             
               Men
               were
               never
               more
               easily
               Cannonised
               then
               now
               ;
            
             
               When
               he
               may
               be
               counted
               a
               Saint
               ,
               who
               is
               not
               altogether
               a
               sinner
               .
            
             
               Who
               thinks
               to
               help
               the
               truth
               with
               a
               lie
               ,
               is
               like
               him
               who
               helping
               his
               Master
               on
               Horsback
               ,
               threw
               him
               quite
               over
               on
               the
               other
               side
               .
            
             
               Innocence
               were
               an
               excellent
               Iewel
               ,
               if
               it
               were
               not
               so
               easily
               counterfeited
               ,
               and
               so
               hard
               to
               know
               the
               true
               from
               the
               false
               .
            
             
               Every
               one
               flatters
               Fortunate
               Princes
               ,
               but
               only
               hope
               flatters
               the
               Unfortunate
               .
            
             
               The
               faults
               of
               Princes
               ,
               are
               like
               sore
               eyes
               ,
               made
               worse
               with
               handling
               .
            
             
               Of
               all
               Devils
               ,
               bless
               us
               from
               those
               who
               play
               the
               Devil
               for
               Gods
               sake
               .
            
             
               God
               help
               you
               is
               only
               an
               alms
               for
               those
               that
               sneeze
               .
            
             
               To
               injure
               one
               ,
               and
               then
               ask
               him
               pardon
               ,
               is
               a
               Bastonado
               with
               a
               Courtesie
               .
            
             
               Many
               cry
               ,
               
                 A
                 merry
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 short
              
               ;
               who
               ,
               if
               they
               knew
               how
               short
               it
               were
               ,
               would
               not
               be
               so
               merry
               as
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               
               It
               is
               a
               good
               World
               for
               the
               Devil
               ,
               when
               every
               one
               speaks
               ill
               of
               one
               another
               ,
               and
               no
               body
               speaks
               ill
               of
               him
               .
            
             
               Your
               Conscience-mongers
               have
               a
               dangerous
               trade
               of
               it
               ,
               who
               go
               so
               far
               to
               keep
               others
               from
               falling
               into
               Hell
               ,
               as
               they
               often
               fall
               into
               't
               themselves
               .
            
             
               A
               generous
               Nature
               more
               esteems
               an
               ounce
               of
               Honor
               ,
               then
               a
               pound
               of
               Profit
               .
            
             
               Fair
               looks
               often
               deceive
               us
               ;
               as
               Brass
               guilt
               ,
               looks
               fairer
               then
               Gold
               it self
               .
            
             
               He
               who
               cut
               off
               all
               who
               were
               too
               long
               for
               his
               Iron
               Bed
               ,
               and
               rackt
               out
               all
               who
               were
               too
               short
               ,
               was
               a
               less
               Tyrant
               then
               they
               who
               would
               force
               every
               one
               to
               their
               opinions
               .
            
             
               Love
               without
               Fear
               is
               childish
               ,
               and
               Fear
               without
               Love
               is
               slavish
               ;
               both
               together
               make
               the
               best
               composition
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               sickness
               is
               but
               a
               dying
               life
               ,
               or
               living
               death
               ;
               none
               truly
               live
               ,
               but
               those
               who
               are
               in
               health
               .
            
             
               Men
               may
               force
               our
               actions
               ,
               and
               aw
               our
               words
               ;
               but
               none
               can
               force
               ,
               or
               aw
               our
               thoughts
               .
            
             
               A
               Complementer
               ,
               or
               ,
               as
               the
               French
               say
               ,
               An
               
                 accomplé
                 menteur
              
               ,
               is
               the
               Rack
               of
               conversation
               ,
               that
               sets
               every
               ones
               Ioynts
               a
               stretching
               where
               he
               comes
               .
            
             
               Truth
               goes
               the
               nighest
               way
               ,
               whilst
               falshood
               goes
               always
               the
               furthest
               way
               about
               .
            
             
               The
               vulgar
               are
               Iudges
               without
               judgment
               ,
               and
               Authors
               without
               authority
               .
            
             
               In
               Women
               the
               first
               thoughts
               are
               the
               best
               ,
               but
               in
               Men
               the
               second
               .
            
             
               
               Youth
               invents
               better
               ,
               but
               Age
               perfects
               the
               Invention
               .
            
             
               Wit
               is
               ripe
               ,
               when
               grown
               to
               Wisdom
               ,
               and
               Wisdom
               rotten
               ,
               when
               grown
               to
               Craft
               .
            
             
               The
               Dignity
               of
               Obedience
               is
               lost
               ,
               when
               we
               dispute
               what
               is
               commanded
               .
            
             
               Every
               one
               is
               artificer
               of
               their
               own
               Fortune
               ,
               but
               Fortune
               like
               Mercury
               is
               not
               made
               of
               every
               Wood.
               
            
             
               The
               Wise
               spare
               their
               words
               ,
               the
               witty
               spends
               them
               ;
               but
               the
               Fool
               casts
               them
               away
               .
            
             
               Who
               wears
               French
               Cloaths
               ,
               without
               French
               behavior
               ,
               look
               just
               like
               Dogs
               in
               Doublets
               .
            
             
               Iealous
               States
               hold
               one
               another
               like
               Woolfs
               by
               the
               Ears
               ,
               and
               only
               fear
               keep
               them
               from
               hostility
               .
            
             
               Who
               foolishly
               imitates
               ,
               is
               like
               that
               Ass
               ;
               who
               cutting
               off
               his
               Ears
               ,
               to
               become
               more
               like
               a
               Horse
               ;
               became
               neither
               good
               Horse
               ,
               nor
               Ass
               neither
               .
            
             
               Honesty
               has
               almost
               lost
               its
               English
               signification
               ,
               and
               signifies
               ,
               as
               with
               the
               French
               ,
               only
               Courtly
               behavior
               .
            
             
               The
               more
               Danger
               ,
               the
               more
               Honor
               ;
               but
               the
               less
               Danger
               ,
               the
               more
               Prudence
               .
            
             
               Whe
               Wise
               wonder
               at
               nothing
               ,
               the
               Fool
               at
               every
               thing
               .
            
             
               Who
               counts
               the
               World
               an
               Inn
               ,
               and
               not
               their
               Home
               ,
               make
               no
               great
               difficulty
               of
               leaving
               it
               .
            
             
               Better
               Religion
               in
               the
               lump
               ,
               then
               Wyer
               drawn
               ,
               as
               it
               is
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               whole
               piece
               ,
               then
               minced
               into
               so
               many
               Sects
               .
            
             
               The
               manner
               of
               giving
               more
               then
               the
               gift
               endears
               
               the
               benefit
               ;
               and
               some
               oblige
               more
               in
               denying
               ,
               then
               others
               do
               in
               granting
               .
            
             
               We
               are
               all
               but
               sucking
               Children
               of
               this
               World
               ,
               and
               have
               need
               of
               Wormwood
               ,
               to
               wean
               us
               from
               it
               .
            
             
               As
               North
               and
               South
               ,
               which
               differ
               only
               by
               an
               Individual
               Line
               ,
               may
               be
               made
               the
               whole
               Heavens
               distant
               ,
               by
               going
               to
               the
               extremity
               of
               either
               Pole
               ;
               so
               Modern
               Controvertists
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               Who
               believe
               well
               ,
               and
               live
               ill
               ,
               or
               live
               well
               ,
               and
               believe
               ill
               ,
               are
               culpable
               alike
               .
            
             
               Pleasure
               is
               as
               it
               is
               fancied
               ;
               and
               a
               Beggar
               takes
               as
               much
               in
               scratching
               ,
               as
               greatest
               Princes
               in
               what
               they
               fancy
               most
               .
            
             
               Education
               is
               double
               refined
               Nature
               ,
               and
               the
               Soul
               of
               the
               Soul
               ,
               as
               the
               other
               is
               but
               the
               Soul
               of
               the
               Body
               .
            
             
               Spiritual
               and
               Corporal
               Physitians
               ,
               make
               their
               Medicaments
               too
               bitter
               ,
               if
               they
               would
               sweeten
               them
               a
               little
               ,
               they
               would
               have
               far
               more
               Patients
               and
               Proselytes
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               as
               small
               choice
               in
               —
               as
               in
               rotten
               Apples
               ;
               none
               better
               then
               the
               other
               ,
               and
               you
               know
               not
               which
               is
               the
               worst
               .
            
             
               Pleasure
               in
               Excess
               ,
               is
               like
               a
               Boor
               when
               they
               are
               drilling
               him
               :
               A
               question
               ,
               whether
               the
               pleasure
               or
               pain
               be
               more
               .
            
             
               Who
               have
               deceived
               you
               ,
               bid
               them
               good
               morrow
               ,
               and
               good
               d'en
               ;
               but
               for
               the
               rest
               of
               the
               day
               have
               no
               more
               to
               do
               with
               them
               .
            
             
               The
               way
               of
               doing
               things
               now
               is
               ,
               first
               ,
               
                 I
                 'll
                 warrant
                 
                 you
              
               ,
               and
               then
               who
               would
               
                 have
                 thought
                 it
              
               ,
               Repents
               when
               it
               is
               too
               late
               .
            
             
               Promises
               without
               Performance
               ,
               give
               the
               lie
               unto
               themselves
               .
            
             
               A
               little
               Pride
               well
               becomes
               great
               Ladies
               ,
               and
               begets
               Reverence
               ,
               but
               too
               much
               is
               only
               for
               petty
               Persons
               ,
               and
               makes
               them
               but
               less
               esteemed
               .
            
             
               Though
               the
               World
               be
               foul
               and
               dirty
               ,
               yet
               they
               may
               walk
               clean
               enough
               ,
               who
               but
               carefully
               pick
               out
               their
               way
               ;
               but
               who
               runmadly
               ,
               dash
               ,
               dash
               ,
               seem
               neither
               to
               care
               how
               they
               bespatter
               others
               ,
               and
               defile
               themselves
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               easie
               to
               throw
               ones
               self
               into
               a
               Precipice
               ,
               but
               not
               easie
               to
               get
               out
               again
               .
            
             
               Our
               Bodies
               being
               but
               the
               Chariot
               of
               our
               Souls
               ,
               wherein
               we
               run
               the
               race
               of
               this
               mortal
               life
               ;
               serves
               but
               for
               little
               when
               the
               race
               is
               run
               ,
               and
               we
               arrived
               to
               immortality
               ,
               but
               only
               as
               a
               Trophy
               of
               our
               Victory
               .
            
             
               Wit
               without
               Discretion
               to
               manage
               it
               ,
               is
               but
               a
               wild
               unruly
               Colt
               ,
               that
               instead
               of
               carrying
               us
               a
               gentle
               pace
               ,
               oft
               runs
               away
               ,
               and
               breaks
               the
               Riders
               Neck
               .
            
             
               Who
               never
               consider
               the
               end
               for
               which
               they
               were
               created
               ,
               live
               not
               the
               lives
               of
               Rational
               Creatures
               ;
               but
               rather
               of
               Sensual
               Animals
               ,
               who
               only
               eat
               and
               drink
               and
               sleep
               .
            
             
               We
               being
               to
               go
               to
               the
               other
               World
               ,
               when
               we
               have
               passed
               through
               this
               ,
               How
               can
               we
               hope
               to
               find
               the
               way
               thither
               ,
               and
               to
               be
               welcome
               when
               we
               come
               ;
               when
               we
               never
               inquire
               after
               it
               ,
               nor
               after
               those
               who
               are
               there
               ?
            
             
               
               It
               is
               a
               happy
               misfortune
               to
               be
               driven
               by
               storm
               the
               sooner
               to
               their
               Port.
               
            
             
               Sensual
               persons
               are
               as
               unfit
               to
               judge
               of
               Spiritual
               things
               ,
               as
               the
               Blind
               of
               colours
               ,
               or
               the
               Deaf
               of
               sounds
               .
            
             
               Pleasures
               are
               like
               poysonous
               Baits
               which
               catch
               Fish
               sooner
               ;
               but
               render
               them
               nothing
               worth
               when
               they
               are
               caught
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               to
               hedge
               in
               the
               Cuckow
               ,
               to
               seek
               to
               make
               a
               Maid
               honest
               against
               her
               will.
               
            
             
               An
               indiscreet
               person
               gets
               more
               enemies
               by
               telling
               truth
               ,
               then
               others
               do
               by
               lying
               .
            
             
               Under
               Officers
               care
               for
               no
               body
               in
               Court
               ,
               and
               out
               of
               Court
               ,
               no
               Body
               cares
               for
               them
               .
            
             
               Who
               knows
               what
               it
               is
               to
               marry
               ,
               would
               be
               as
               long
               in
               chusing
               a
               —
               as
               Scogan
               was
               a
               Tree
               to
               be
               hanged
               on
               .
            
             
               Who
               seeks
               to
               be
               more
               feared
               then
               loved
               ,
               shall
               find
               themselves
               more
               hated
               ,
               then
               feared
               at
               last
               .
            
             
               Who
               seeks
               his
               own
               interest
               ,
               and
               nothing
               else
               ,
               is
               no
               more
               a
               part
               of
               the
               Universe
               ,
               then
               a
               loose
               Stone
               in
               the
               Wall
               ,
               a
               part
               of
               the
               House
               or
               Building
               .
            
             
               Detractors
               and
               Calumniators
               ,
               as
               Clippers
               and
               False
               Coyners
               ,
               are
               punishable
               alike
               .
            
             
               To
               honor
               any
               Man
               for
               riches
               only
               ,
               is
               to
               worship
               the
               Golden
               Calf
               .
            
             
               Money
               is
               like
               muck
               ,
               which
               spred
               abroad
               ,
               doth
               good
               ;
               but
               hoarded
               and
               heaped
               up
               ,
               is
               like
               a
               stinking
               Dunghill
               .
            
             
               While
               every
               one
               wants
               something
               ,
               he
               is
               happy
               that
               can
               live
               on
               little
               ,
               because
               he
               can
               never
               want
               much
               .
            
             
               
               Every
               one
               hath
               somewhat
               of
               a
               Fool
               ,
               and
               he
               is
               wisest
               who
               has
               least
               .
            
             
               The
               Itch
               of
               Lascivious
               Love
               ,
               being
               the
               
                 Scab
                 of
                 Poetry
              
               ;
               he
               is
               the
               best
               Poet
               ,
               who
               scratches
               it
               the
               least
               .
            
          
           
             These
             ,
             and
             many
             more
             ,
             they
             had
             ,
             as
             far
             from
             Vulgar
             Spirited
             ,
             as
             were
             those
             who
             invented
             ,
             and
             those
             who
             acted
             them
             ;
             nor
             was
             it
             fit
             ,
             persons
             ,
             of
             their
             condition
             ,
             should
             go
             to
             the
             frippery
             for
             
               old
               Proverbs
            
             ,
             when
             they
             might
             have
             new
             when
             ever
             they
             pleased
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             EPITAPH
             OF
             Beatrix
             ,
             Dutchess
             of
             Lorrain
             ,
             who
             died
             ,
             An.
             1662.
             
          
           
             SHe
             who
             alive
             ,
             all
             Vertue
             and
             Beauty
             was
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             one
             in
             Her
             Brest
             ,
             and
             th'
             other
             in
             Her
             Face
             .
          
           
             Now
             that
             She
             's
             dead
             ,
             just
             reason
             w'have
             to
             fear
             ,
          
           
             All
             Vertue
             and
             Beauty
             too
             ,
             are
             dead
             with
             Her.
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ADDITIONAL
           EPIGRAMS
           of
           the
           Year
           1674.
           
        
         
           
             Of
             our
             English
             Gallants
             lives
             ,
             or
             the
             French
             disease
             .
          
           
             WOnder
             !
             our
             Gallants
             ne'er
             consider
             how
          
           
             They
             wast
             their
             lives
             ,
             with
             living
             as
             they
             do
             ,
          
           
             While
             just
             like
             Tapers
             ,
             they
             at
             both
             ends
             light
             ,
          
           
             'Twixt
             Wine
             &
             Women
             they
             're
             consumed
             quite
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             rest
             the
             
               French
               disease
            
             is
             that
          
           
             Which
             most
             consumes
             their
             Persons
             and
             Estate
             .
          
           
             From
             which
             there
             's
             scarcely
             any
             one
             that
             's
             free
             ,
          
           
             Who
             but
             pretends
             to
             modern
             gallantry
             .
          
           
             Nor
             may
             we
             wonder
             't
             is
             so
             easily
             gotten
             ,
          
           
             When
             almost
             all
             their
             Wenches
             now
             are
             rotten
             .
          
           
             By
             whatsoever
             Name
             or
             Title
             known
             ,
          
           
             From
             those
             wear
             Vizard-Masks
             ,
             to
             those
             wear
             none
             .
          
           
             Mean
             time
             I
             can't
             but
             pitty
             their
             condition
             ,
          
           
             Who
             stand
             in
             need
             of
             Surgeon
             or
             Physitian
             .
          
           
             Who
             with
             their
             Galen
             and
             Hippocrates
          
           
             But
             make
             the
             Cure
             as
             bad
             as
             the
             disease
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             is
             that
             (
             thanks
             to
             their
             Wenches
             for
             't
             )
          
           
             Our
             Gallants
             call
             a
             merry
             life
             and
             short
             .
          
           
             While
             they
             're
             not
             only
             infected
             with
             the
             Fashions
             ,
          
           
             But
             the
             diseases
             too
             of
             other
             Nations
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             a
             Lady
             who
             was
             offended
             with
             him
             for
             praising
             Visdamera
             .
          
           
             I
             See
             you
             envy
             
             Visdamera's
             praise
             ,
          
           
             For
             excellent
             parts
             and
             qualities
             she
             has
             .
          
           
             Whil'st
             other
             parts
             and
             qualities
             y'have
             none
             ,
          
           
             But
             bare
             and
             simple
             honesty
             alone
             .
          
           
             That
             's
             but
             a
             Cipher
             ,
             Nothing
             ,
             less
             ye
             add
          
           
             Some
             Vertue
             to
             't
             ,
             by
             which
             't
             is
             Somewhat
             made
             .
          
           
             Or
             like
             a
             single
             Unite
             at
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             That
             but
             foundation
             is
             of
             all
             the
             rest
             .
          
           
             Mean
             time
             I
             can't
             ,
             but
             wonder
             how
             it
             came
          
           
             To
             Honors
             title
             ,
             and
             to
             Vertues
             name
             .
          
           
             When
             Honor
             and
             Vertue
             in
             it
             ,
             there
             is
             none
          
           
             But
             only
             in
             Imagination
             .
          
           
             Cease
             then
             in
             vain
             ,
             your
             Honesty
             to
             boast
             ,
          
           
             That
             's
             but
             a
             Negative
             Vertue
             at
             the
             most
             .
          
           
             And
             like
             the
             
               Quakers
               Spirit
            
             seen
             by
             none
             ,
          
           
             But
             we
             must
             take
             your
             word
             for
             it
             alone
             .
          
           
             And
             know
             ,
             if
             't
             make
             you
             proud
             ,
             't
             is
             better
             be
          
           
             The
             Publican
             ,
             than
             the
             proud
             Pharisee
             ;
          
           
             Who
             whilst
             they
             think
             th
             'ave
             priviledge
             to
             condemn
          
           
             And
             judge
             all
             others
             who
             're
             not
             like
             to
             them
             :
          
           
             Like
             such
             as
             you
             ,
             in
             fine
             ,
             do
             nothing
             else
          
           
             (
             Whilst
             they
             judge
             others
             )
             but
             condemn
             themselves
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Good
             wishes
             to
             a
             new
             married
             Pair
             .
          
           
             
               IF
               joy
               does
               from
               enjoying
               take
               it's
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               happiness
               be
               said
               to
               be
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               How
               happy
               are
               this
               newly
               married
               Pair
               ,
            
             
               Who
               now
               arriv'd
               unto
               enjoyment
               are
               ?
            
             
               To
               whom
               whilst
               every
               friend
               some
               present
               brings
               ,
            
             
               
                 Good
                 wishes
              
               only
               are
               my
               offerings
               .
            
             
               Which
               though
               they
               seem
               but
               offerings
               of
               the
               poor
               ,
            
             
               Angels
               from
               Heaven
               do
               often
               bring
               no
               more
               .
            
             
               May
               he
               and
               she
               live
               long
               and
               happy
               then
            
             
               Envy
               of
               Women
               she
               ,
               and
               he
               of
               Men.
            
             
               The
               pattern
               of
               all
               happy
               Husbands
               he
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               all
               happy
               Wives
               ,
               the
               mirror
               she
               .
            
             
               Enjoying
               all
               the
               Blessings
               whilst
               they
               live
               ,
            
             
               That
               Fortune
               and
               Felicity
               can
               give
               ;
            
             
               And
               like
               Elias
               when
               they
               die
               ,
               so
               blest
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               translated
               only
               unto
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               and
               all
               other
               happiness
               beside
               ,
            
             
               I
               wish
               the
               Noble
               Bridegroom
               ,
               and
               the
               Bride
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             the
             Countess
             of
             Shrewsbury
             ,
             a
             pious
             reflection
             on
             Gods
             goodness
             .
          
           
             HOw
             good
             is
             God!
             whose
             love
             of
             us
             transcends
          
           
             All
             that
             of
             Parents
             ,
             or
             of
             dearest
             Friends
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             that
             of
             Spouse
             to
             Spouse
             could
             ere
             express
          
           
             So
             great
             a
             love
             ,
             so
             dear
             a
             tenderness
             .
          
           
             He
             knows
             our
             weakness
             and
             infirmities
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             we
             fall
             ,
             helps
             us
             again
             to
             rise
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             h
             'as
             lost
             us
             ,
             seeks
             us
             all
             about
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             rests
             until
             he
             finds
             us
             out
             .
          
           
             When
             he
             's
             so
             far
             from
             chiding
             us
             ,
             he
             's
             more
          
           
             Indulgent
             to
             us
             ,
             than
             he
             was
             before
             :
          
           
             So
             as
             without
             presumption
             we
             may
             boast
             ,
          
           
             
               We
               had
               been
               lost
               ,
               unless
               we
               had
               been
               lost
               .
            
          
           
             And
             all
             this
             Madam
             ,
             y'
             are
             experienc'd
             now
             ,
          
           
             In
             Gods
             dear
             love
             ,
             and
             tender
             care
             of
             you
             .
          
           
             who
             'd
             then
             be
             so
             ungrateful
             to
             offend
             ,
          
           
             So
             dear
             a
             Spouse
             ,
             a
             Parent
             ,
             and
             a
             Friend
             ?
          
           
             Rather
             who
             'd
             not
             endeavor
             all
             they
             cou'd
          
           
             To
             please
             so
             great
             a
             Lord
             ,
             so
             good
             a
             God
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             
             Woolsey's
             complaint
             Paraphrased
             .
          
           
             BAnisht
             ,
             and
             so
             well
             known
             ,
             where
             ere
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             He
             scarce
             cou'd
             find
             a
             place
             for
             banishment
             !
          
           
             As
             on
             his
             way
             he
             sorrowfully
             past
             ,
          
           
             Coming
             to
             Leister
             Abby
             at
             the
             last
             :
          
           
             Opprest
             with
             weight
             of
             grief
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             years
             ,
          
           
             Woolsey
             to
             the
             Abbot
             said
             with
             many
             tears
             .
          
           
             
               Behold
               ,
               a
               poor
               old
               Man
               (
               Lord
               Abbot
               )
               I
            
          
           
             
               Am
               hither
               come
               in
               Banishment
               to
               die
               .
            
          
           
             Who
             this
             may
             truly
             say
             ,
             
               That
               ,
               had
               I
               been
            
          
           
             
               As
               careful
               to
               serve
               God
               ,
               as
               serve
               my
               King.
            
          
           
             For
             all
             my
             care
             ,
             and
             all
             my
             service
             past
             ,
          
           
             I
             'd
             ne'er
             been
             thus
             rewarded
             at
             the
             last
             .
          
           
             Let
             all
             ambitious
             Men
             learn
             then
             by
             this
             ,
          
           
             How
             to
             serve
             God
             ,
             highest
             Ambition
             is
             .
          
           
             And
             none
             in
             serving
             Kings
             ,
             comply
             so
             far
             ,
          
           
             As
             to
             forget
             how
             they
             Gods
             servants
             are
             ;
          
           
             For
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             are
             above
             Men
             't
             is
             true
             ,
          
           
             But
             God's
             above
             both
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             too
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             serve
             others
             ,
             are
             but
             slavish
             things
             ;
          
           
             But
             't
             is
             to
             Reign
             ,
             to
             serve
             the
             
               King
               of
               Kings
            
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             On
             the
             Death
             of
             an
             only
             Son
             ,
             and
             his
             Mothers
             grief
             .
          
           
             HEr
             only
             Son
             was
             dead
             ,
             and
             such
             a
             Son
             ,
          
           
             As
             never
             yet
             was
             a
             more
             hopeful
             one
             .
          
           
             When
             his
             sad
             Mother
             ,
             (
             Mother
             now
             no
             more
             )
          
           
             Did
             not
             ,
             the
             common
             way
             his
             death
             deplore
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             wou'd
             the
             common
             way
             be
             comforted
             ,
          
           
             Of
             other
             Mothers
             when
             their
             Sons
             were
             dead
             ;
          
           
             But
             does
             so
             piously
             his
             loss
             deplore
             ,
          
           
             She
             shows
             she
             lov'd
             him
             well
             ,
             but
             loves
             Heaven
             more
             :
          
           
             And
             ,
             knowing
             't
             was
             the
             Will
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             does
             bear
          
           
             It
             so
             ,
             she
             needs
             no
             other
             Comforter
             .
          
           
             So
             th'Royal
             Prophet
             ,
             when
             his
             Son
             was
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Like
             her
             ceas'd
             mourning
             ,
             and
             was
             comforted
             .
          
           
             And
             t'other
             in
             as
             great
             a
             loss
             could
             say
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             Heaven
             that
             gave
             ,
             and
             Heaven
             that
             took
             away
             .
          
           
             These
             of
             all
             Fathers
             may
             examples
             be
             ,
          
           
             But
             of
             all
             
               pious
               Mothers
            
             ,
             only
             she
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Adue
             .
          
           
             NOthing
             but
             Storms
             and
             Tempests
             ?
             then
             't
             is
             time
          
           
             To
             seek
             for
             shelter
             in
             some
             Forein
             Clime
             ,
          
           
             Where
             I
             may
             hope
             to
             find
             the
             happiness
             ,
          
           
             If
             not
             to
             live
             ,
             at
             least
             to
             die
             in
             peace
             .
          
           
             What
             Halcyon
             on
             such
             Seas
             wou'd
             build
             its
             Nest
             ,
          
           
             Where
             for
             continual
             storms
             it
             ne'er
             could
             rest
             ?
          
           
             Or
             Bird
             wou'd
             chuse
             in
             such
             a
             Land
             to
             sing
             ,
          
           
             Where
             it
             may
             ne'er
             enjoy
             a
             quiet
             Spring
             ?
          
           
             When
             Winter
             comes
             ,
             y'have
             certain
             Birds
             which
             flie
          
           
             To
             Forein
             parts
             ,
             one
             of
             those
             Birds
             am
             I.
          
           
             Who
             joy
             to
             sing
             in
             Sunshine
             ,
             but
             give
             o'er
          
           
             When
             I
             like
             them
             can
             see
             the
             Sun
             no
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             banish'd
             as
             I
             am
             the
             sight
             ,
             o'
             th'
             Sun
          
           
             'T
             is
             time
             to
             go
             ,
             my
             singing
             days
             are
             done
             .
          
           
             Mean
             while
             before
             my
             life
             be
             wholly
             past
          
           
             And
             like
             the
             dying
             Swan
             ,
             I
             ave
             sung
             my
             last
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             others
             ask
             
               His
               Majesty
            
             ,
             to
             give
          
           
             'Em
             means
             sufficient
             handsomely
             to
             live
             .
          
           
             All
             I
             desire
             is
             ,
             that
             
               His
               Majesty
            
          
           
             Would
             give
             me
             means
             but
             handsomely
             to
             die
             .
          
           
             R.
             F.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Anagram
             .
          
           
             WALLER
             Anag
             .
             LAWREL
          
           
             LAwrel
             and
             Waller
             so
             agree
             ,
          
           
             And
             Individuals
             seem
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             As
             look
             but
             on
             the
             Anagram
             ,
          
           
             You
             'll
             find
             it
             in
             his
             very
             name
             .
          
        
         
           The
           end
           of
           this
           Quaternium
           .
        
      
       
         
           
           
             ON
             HIS
             MAJESTIES
             Military
             Sports
             at
             Windsor
             .
          
           
             
               AS
               artificial
               Fireworks
               and
               Light
               ;
            
             
               Are
               best
               beheld
               i'
               th'
               darkness
               of
               the
               Night
               .
            
             
               The
               Moon
               was
               set
               ,
               no
               Stars
               i
               th'
               Skies
               did
               shine
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               was
               dark
               ,
               as
               favoring
               their
               design
               .
            
             
               When
               straight
               behold
               ,
               in
               Military
               sport
            
             
               How
               some
               assail
               ,
               others
               defend
               the
               Fort.
            
             
               Brave
               York
               &
               Monmouth
               lead
               their
               warlike
               Bands
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               Royal
               Charles
               a
               glad
               Spectator
               stands
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               'm
               shoot
               ,
               and
               no
               Man
               harmed
               by
               't
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               any
               hurt
               or
               wounded
               in
               the
               Fight
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               as
               if
               any
               ,
               has
               the
               Charm
               ,
               't
               is
               He
            
             
               To
               render
               People
               Shot
               and
               Weapon
               free
               .
            
             
               Who
               does
               not
               bless
               the
               while
               His
               happy
               Reign
               ?
            
             
               Who
               does
               us
               in
               this
               
                 Peaceful
                 State
              
               maintain
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               
                 plunder'd
                 ,
                 harras'd
                 ,
                 ruin'd
              
               ,
               are
            
             
               Expos'd
               to
               all
               calamities
               of
               War
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               were
               heretofore
               ;
               and
               but
               for
               him
            
             
               Shold
               be
               expos'd
               unto
               the
               like
               agen
               .
            
             
               Happy
               ,
               thrice
               happy
               in
               Him
               then
               ,
               if
               we
            
             
               But
               only
               our
               own
               happiness
               cou'd
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Kings
               that
               are
               ,
               or
               ever
               were
               ,
            
             
               A
               Prince
               the
               most
               benign
               and
               debonair
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             Reformation
             .
          
           
             THis
             Reformation
             has
             a
             specious
             name
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             the
             World
             will
             always
             be
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             And
             those
             who
             try
             ,
             will
             see
             when
             all
             is
             done
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             easier
             finding
             faults
             then
             mending
             '
             em
             .
          
           
             Mean
             time
             there
             's
             no
             Men
             ,
             who
             are
             more
             unfit
             ,
          
           
             Then
             th'people
             are
             ,
             for
             the
             Reforming
             it
             ;
          
           
             Whose
             tamp'ring
             with
             't
             ,
             has
             always
             had
             this
             curse
             ,
          
           
             Instead
             of
             mending
             things
             ,
             to
             make
             them
             worse
             .
          
           
             They
             see
             perhaps
             somewhat
             might
             mended
             be
             ,
          
           
             But
             hundred
             things
             they
             'd
             mar
             by
             't
             ,
             do
             not
             see
             ,
          
           
             Best
             way
             to
             mend
             'em
             were
             ,
             for
             every
             one
          
           
             To
             mend
             themselves
             ,
             and
             let
             the
             rest
             alone
             .
          
           
             The
             World
             and
             Men
             are
             chiefly
             govern'd
             by
             ,
          
           
             That
             
               Golden
               Chain
            
             depending
             from
             on
             high
             ,
          
           
             Links
             Men
             to
             God
             ,
             and
             Subjects
             unto
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             With
             like
             dependance
             of
             all
             other
             things
             .
          
           
             And
             when
             their
             Subjects
             chance
             to
             break
             this
             chain
             ,
          
           
             Kings
             are
             to
             look
             to
             make
             it
             whole
             again
             .
          
           
             Unto
             whose
             charge
             Heaven
             chiefly
             does
             commit
             ,
          
           
             The
             Government
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             care
             of
             it
             .
          
           
             The
             World
             will
             ne'er
             be
             better
             a
             this
             fashion
             ,
          
           
             When
             th'people
             undertake
             this
             Reformation
             .
          
           
             Who
             ,
             as
             by
             clear
             experience
             we
             see
             ,
          
           
             Are
             chiefly
             those
             who
             shou'd
             reformed
             be
             ;
          
           
             And
             cry
             the
             Worlds
             not
             well
             ,
             for
             nothing
             else
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             'cause
             they
             are
             not
             well
             themselves
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Necessity
             excused
             .
          
           
             
               I
               Would
               not
               be
               so
               dull
               a
               thing
               as
               I
            
             
               Should
               be
               ,
               if
               't
               were
               not
               for
               necessity
               .
            
             
               Mother
               of
               
                 Arts
                 ,
                 Invention
              
               and
               of
               Wit
               ,
            
             
               Th're
               then
               injurious
               should
               speak
               ill
               of
               it
               .
            
             
               We
               often
               blame
               necessity
               ,
               when
               we
            
             
               Are
               more
               in
               fault
               then
               is
               necessity
               .
            
             
               Which
               sometimes
               may
               perswade
               ,
               but
               near
               inforces
            
             
               Any
               to
               take
               dishonorable
               courses
               ,
            
             
               Against
               her
               will
               ,
               a
               Woman
               may
               be
               poor
               ,
            
             
               But
               none
               against
               her
               will
               ,
               can
               be
               a
               Whore.
            
             
               Nor
               Man
               a
               Knave
               ,
               whether
               he
               will
               or
               no
               ;
            
             
               But
               't
               is
               his
               own
               dishonesty
               makes
               him
               so
               .
            
             
               Cease
               then
               to
               blame
               and
               lay
               the
               fault
               (
               in
               fine
               )
            
             
               Upon
               Necessity
               ,
               which
               is
               chiefly
               thine
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               's
               no
               Necessity
               to
               do
               that
               which
               we
            
             
               Sho'd
               never
               do
               for
               no
               Necessity
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Of
             Marriage
             and
             Mistresses
             .
          
           
             THe
             
               Marriage
               Knot
            
             which
             use
             to
             bind
             so
             fast
             ,
          
           
             Its
             bonds
             and
             ties
             as
             long
             as
             life
             did
             last
             ,
          
           
             Is
             now
             become
             like
             
               Iuglers
               Knots
            
             ,
             none
             knows
          
           
             They
             re
             tied
             so
             slack
             ,
             whether
             they
             're
             fast
             or
             loose
             ,
          
           
             (
             What
             Man
             say
             they
             )
             who
             loves
             his
             liberty
             ,
          
           
             To
             any
             Woman
             so
             much
             slave
             wou'd
             be
             :
          
           
             This
             to
             their
             Wives
             ,
             but
             to
             their
             Mistresses
             ,
          
           
             They
             care
             not
             how
             they
             loose
             their
             Liberties
             .
          
           
             To
             whom
             by
             th'
             Scriveners
             help
             they
             're
             bound
             so
             fast
             ,
          
           
             They
             're
             Bonds
             at
             least
             as
             long
             as
             life
             do
             last
             .
          
           
             And
             th'
             
               Marriage
               Bonds
            
             they
             break
             with
             ease
             ,
             but
             they
          
           
             Can't
             break
             the
             
               Scriveners
               Bonds
            
             so
             easily
             .
          
           
             So
             Dalilah
             held
             Sampson
             in
             her
             Bands
             ,
          
           
             Until
             he
             fell
             into
             th'
             Philistians
             hands
             ;
          
           
             Where
             he
             in
             Prison
             all
             his
             life
             did
             lie
             :
          
           
             This
             is
             the
             end
             of
             such
             
               Mens
               Liberty
            
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             no
             better
             end
             deserve
             then
             this
             ,
          
           
             Who
             leave
             their
             Wives
             ,
             to
             follow
             Mistresses
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             Riddling
             description
             of
             a
             Lady
             ,
             who
             shall
             be
             nameless
             .
          
           
             
               THis
               Lady
               has
               one
               of
               those
               
                 dull
                 handsome
                 faces
              
            
             
               Which
               never
               sacrific'd
               unto
               the
               Graces
               .
            
             
               And
               Person
               ,
               with
               as
               little
               gracefulness
            
             
               As
               has
               her
               
                 motley
                 face
              
               ,
               if
               not
               with
               less
               .
            
             
               A
               thing
               made
               up
               in
               hast
               ,
               all
               in
               a
               bundle
               ,
            
             
               Just
               like
               a
               Bowl
               as
               round
               as
               she
               can
               trundle
               .
            
             
               Her
               Bum
               the
               byass
               ,
               whence
               you
               'll
               easily
               guess
               ,
            
             
               She
               's
               naturally
               inclin'd
               to
               idleness
               .
            
             
               And
               her
               becoming'st
               posture
               may
               be
               sed
               ,
            
             
               Or
               riding
               in
               a
               Coach
               ,
               or
               lying
               a
               Bed.
            
             
               As
               for
               her
               other
               parts
               ,
               I
               'll
               say
               no
               more
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               she
               's
               ,
               nor
               scould
               ,
               nor
               slut
               ,
               nor
               whore
               .
            
             
               And
               this
               in
               any
               Woman
               is
               enough
            
             
               To
               make
               a
               Wife
               ,
               though
               not
               a
               Mistress
               of
               .
            
          
           
             
               Who
               this
               is
               now
               ,
               for
               me
               shall
               ne'er
               be
               known
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               she
               name
               her self
               ,
               for
               I
               name
               none
               .
            
             
               And
               of
               this
               size
               so
               many
               Ladies
               be
               ,
            
             
               None
               can
               unriddle
               ,
               or
               till
               which
               is
               she
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Love
             and
             Death's
             exchanging
             Darts
             ,
             or
             the
             
               Dying
               Lover
            
             .
          
           
             LOve
             and
             Death
             o'
             th'
             way
             once
             meeting
             ,
          
           
             Having
             past
             a
             friendly
             greeting
             .
          
           
             Sleep
             their
             weary
             eye-lids
             closing
             ,
          
           
             Lay
             them
             down
             ,
             themselves
             reposing
             .
          
           
             Love
             ,
             whom
             divers
             cares
             molested
             ,
          
           
             Could
             not
             sleep
             ,
             but
             while
             Death
             rested
             .
          
           
             All
             in
             hast
             away
             he
             posts
             him
             ,
          
           
             But
             his
             hast
             full
             dearly
             costs
             him
             .
          
           
             For
             it
             chanc't
             that
             going
             to
             sleeping
             ,
          
           
             They
             had
             given
             their
             Darts
             in
             keeping
          
           
             Unto
             Night
             ,
             who
             
               Errors
               Mother
            
             ,
          
           
             Blindly
             knowing
             not
             one
             from
             t'other
             .
          
           
             Gave
             Love
             Death
             's
             ,
             and
             ne'er
             perceived
             it
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             as
             blindly
             Love
             receiv'd
             it
             .
          
           
             Since
             which
             time
             their
             Darts
             confounding
             ,
          
           
             Love
             now
             kills
             ,
             instead
             of
             wounding
             .
          
           
             Death
             our
             hearts
             with
             sweetness
             filling
             ,
          
           
             Gently
             wounds
             instead
             of
             killing
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             the
             Dutchess
             of
             Portsmouth
             ,
             on
             his
             Epigram
             of
             the
             
               Angelical
               Beauty
            
             .
             (
             Pag.
             19.
             )
          
           
             
               Madam
               ,
            
          
           
             YOu
             being
             all
             admirable
             as
             you
             are
             ,
          
           
             No
             wonder
             at
             first
             ,
             I
             never
             cou'd
             declare
             ,
          
           
             But
             only
             in
             silence
             as
             admirers
             do
             ,
          
           
             The
             admiration
             which
             I
             had
             for
             you
             .
          
           
             Until
             'twixt
             speech
             and
             silence
             without
             name
             ,
          
           
             I
             writ
             at
             last
             that
             tassid
             Epigrame
             ,
          
           
             Of
             th'
             
               Angelical
               Beauty
            
             ,
             meaning
             you
             ,
          
           
             Although
             I
             never
             nam'd
             you
             until
             now
             .
          
           
             When
             unto
             all
             the
             World
             I
             here
             declare
             ,
          
           
             You
             only
             that
             
               Angelical
               Beauty
            
             are
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             if
             any
             at
             this
             offended
             are
             ,
          
           
             To
             spight
             'em
             more
             ,
             I
             once
             again
             declare
             .
          
           
             The
             
               Angelical
               Beauty
            
             is
             not
             only
             you
             ,
          
           
             But
             th'
             
               Angelical
               Disposition
            
             too
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Remembrance
             or
             the
             Petition
             Renewed
             .
          
           
             WHo
             in
             the
             late
             Dutchess
             of
             Lorrains
             days
             ,
          
           
             To
             all
             their
             mirth
             ,
             so
             instrumental
             was
          
           
             
               His
               Majesty
            
             never
             danc'd
             ,
             nor
             Dutchess
             sung
             ;
          
           
             But
             he
             with
             's
             Lute
             or
             Viol
             still
             was
             one
             .
          
           
             Counting
             it
             highest
             honor
             cou'd
             befal
          
           
             To
             delight
             them
             ,
             who
             're
             the
             delight
             of
             all
             .
          
           
             Now
             aged
             grown
             ,
             does
             in
             some
             hermitage
             ,
          
           
             Desire
             to
             end
             the
             remnant
             of
             his
             age
             .
          
           
             And
             that
             
               His
               Majesty
            
             for
             Viaticum
             ,
          
           
             Wou'd
             favor
             his
             retreat
             with
             some
             small
             Sum
             :
          
           
             Who
             never
             ask'd
             him
             any
             thing
             before
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             after
             this
             shall
             never
             ask
             him
             more
             .
          
           
             But
             be
             His
             Beadsman
             all
             the
             rest
             of
             's
             days
             ,
          
           
             Who
             then
             
               His
               Poet
            
             and
             Musician
             was
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Dilemma
             .
          
           
             IF
             what
             I
             write
             does
             please
             ,
             I
             hope
             (
             in
             short
             )
          
           
             
               His
               Majesty
            
             will
             give
             me
             somewhat
             for
             't
             .
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             I
             hope
             ,
             (
             as
             Caesar
             did
             before
             )
          
           
             He
             'll
             give
             me
             somewhat
             for
             to
             write
             no
             more
             .
          
        
         
           The
           end
           of
           this
           Quaternium
           .
        
      
       
         
           
           
             To
             LILY
             on
             his
             excellent
             Painting
             .
          
           
             HOw
             I
             admire
             thee
             Lily
             ,
             and
             thy
             Art
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             dead
             Figures
             doth
             such
             life
             impart
             ?
          
           
             Nature
             and
             thee
             do
             seem
             at
             gentle
             strife
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Figures
             shou'd
             be
             most
             unto
             the
             Life
             ;
          
           
             Only
             as
             in
             some
             other
             World
             they
             were
             ,
          
           
             They
             do
             not
             live
             such
             lives
             as
             we
             do
             here
             :
          
           
             But
             rather
             such
             as
             
               deathless
               shadows
            
             do
          
           
             I'
             th'
             blest
             
               Elyzium
               fields
            
             and
             shades
             below
             .
          
           
             So
             like
             to
             ours
             ,
             as
             it
             may
             well
             be
             sed
             ,
          
           
             The
             dead
             are
             living
             ,
             and
             the
             
               living
               dead
            
             .
          
           
             As
             out
             of
             Chaos
             ,
             all
             the
             World
             was
             made
             ,
          
           
             When
             first
             it
             neither
             Form
             nor
             Figure
             had
             :
          
           
             So
             out
             of
             Chaos
             ,
             of
             thy
             Colours
             thou
          
           
             Do'st
             make
             whole
             Worlds
             of
             
               beauteous
               figures
            
             now
             .
          
           
             To
             see
             and
             to
             admire
             the
             work
             th'
             ast
             done
             ,
          
           
             Whilst
             all
             the
             World
             unto
             thy
             house
             do'st
             come
             .
          
           
             Who
             wou'd
             not
             think
             thee
             by
             so
             great
             resort
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               King
               of
               Painters
            
             ,
             and
             thy
             House
             the
             Court.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             On
             Peoples
             Talk.
             
          
           
             A
             Dialogue
             betwixt
             Vizdamira
             ,
             and
             the
             Author
             .
          
           
             
               A.
               
            
             
               THat
               I
               defend
               you
               where
               soe'er
               I
               come
               ,
            
             
               From
               ev'ry
               slandrous
               and
               
                 malicious
                 tongue
              
               ,
            
             
               Is
               but
               an
               
                 Act
                 of
                 Iustice
              
               which
               I
               ow
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Truth
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               unto
               you
               .
            
             
               What
               shou'd
               I
               do
               ?
            
          
           
             
               V.
               
            
             
               Why
               do
               like
               me
               ,
               contemn
            
             
               Their
               base
               
                 malicious
                 talk
              
               and
               pitty
               them
               ,
            
             
               Who
               only
               bark
               like
               Dogs
               of
               Villages
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               they
               are
               contemn'd
               will
               hold
               their
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               A.
               
            
             
               Ah
               never
               !
               such
               as
               they
               will
               ne'er
               give
               ore
               ,
            
             
               But
               more
               they
               are
               contemn'd
               ,
               do
               bark
               the
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               V.
               
            
             
               Then
               let
               'em
               vent
               their
               malice
               as
               they
               do
               .
            
             
               It
               does
               not
               trouble
               me
               ,
               why
               shou'd
               it
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               A.
               
            
             
               Pardon
               me
               ,
               when
               I
               hear
               'em
               speaking
               ill
            
             
               Of
               those
               ,
               I
               love
               ,
               I
               must
               defend
               'em
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               V.
               
            
             
               I
               thank
               your
               love
               ,
               but
               yet
               my
               cheif
               defence
               ,
            
             
               'Gainst
               
                 slandrous
                 tongues
              
               ,
               must
               be
               my
               innocence
               .
            
             
               To
               live
               well
               ,
               is
               in
               power
               of
               every
               one
               ,
            
             
               But
               hinder
               peoples
               talk
               in
               power
               of
               none
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Against
             Idleness
             .
          
           
             
               To
               the
               Lady
               Kilmurry
               ,
               sitting
               at
               work
               with
               other
               Ladies
               .
            
             
               BLest
               be
               the
               hands
               ,
               and
               blest
               be
               they
               who
               taught
            
             
               This
               work
               at
               first
               ,
               which
               now
               these
               hands
               have
               wrought
            
             
               So
               Rainbow
               colour'd
               ,
               as
               Thomantias
               Bow
            
             
               Cou'd
               never
               more
               Celestial
               colour
               show
               .
            
             
               Work
               is
               the
               Life
               ,
               and
               Idleness
               the
               Death
               ,
            
             
               Of
               every
               one
               who
               lives
               by
               
                 vital
                 breath
              
               .
            
             
               Live
               Ladies
               then
               ,
               and
               by
               your
               work
               declare
               ,
            
             
               You
               only
               ,
               of
               all
               others
               ,
               living
               are
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               others
               can
               no
               testimony
               give
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               the
               dead
               ,
               that
               ever
               they
               did
               live
               .
            
             
               And
               live
               till
               for
               the
               work
               on
               Earth
               y'have
               done
               ,
            
             
               You
               be
               rewarded
               when
               to
               Heaven
               you
               come
               ,
            
             
               With
               
                 Crowns
                 of
                 Glory
              
               ,
               and
               for
               robes
               may
               wear
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 glorious
                 ones
              
               of
               your
               own
               working
               here
               .
            
             
               Happy
               ,
               the
               whilst
               ,
               who
               live
               and
               work
               like
               you
               ,
            
             
               Both
               in
               this
               World
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               other
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               the
               Lady
               
                 Elizabeth
                 Gage
              
               .
            
             
               
                 Madam
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               Will
               not
               say
               y'
               are
               so
               
                 surpassing
                 fair
              
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               with
               you
               for
               beauty
               may
               compare
               .
            
             
               Nor
               that
               all
               others
               ,
               for
               pure
               flesh
               and
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Compar'd
               to
               you
               ,
               seem
               only
               
                 Painted
                 Mud.
              
            
             
               For
               this
               of
               every
               Lady
               may
               be
               sed
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               
               Beauty
               's
               but
               a
               little
               white
               and
               red
               .
            
             
               Although
               of
               none
               more
               truly
               then
               of
               you
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               colours
               are
               no
               
                 Painted
                 ones
              
               ,
               but
               true
               ;
            
             
               But
               I
               will
               praise
               you
               in
               a
               higher
               kind
               ,
            
             
               For
               vertue
               ,
               and
               for
               beauty
               of
               your
               mind
               .
            
             
               And
               say
               ,
               the
               outside
               and
               the
               inside
               too
               ,
            
             
               Never
               agreed
               in
               any
               ,
               more
               then
               you
               .
            
             
               Continue
               Madam
               then
               ,
               but
               as
               you
               are
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 excellently
                 good
              
               ,
               as
               you
               are
               fair
               .
            
             
               We
               well
               may
               say
               ,
               your
               beauty
               and
               
               vertue
               's
               such
               ,
            
             
               As
               none
               can
               praise
               ,
               none
               can
               admire
               too
               much
               .
            
             
               And
               this
               ,
               when
               others
               
                 beauty's
                 fade
              
               and
               die
               ,
            
             
               Is
               that
               shall
               live
               and
               
                 last
                 eternally
              
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Prologue
             for
             most
             of
             our
             Modern
             Plays
             .
          
           
             YOu
             'd
             have
             new
             Plays
             ,
             and
             when
             you
             have
             'em
             you
          
           
             Do
             by
             'em
             as
             Children
             by
             their
             Puppets
             do
             .
          
           
             Tear
             'em
             and
             mangle
             'em
             strait
             ,
             then
             cry
             for
             more
             ,
          
           
             And
             use
             'em
             just
             as
             you
             did
             those
             before
             .
          
           
             And
             ,
             reason
             of
             this
             is
             now
             ,
             if
             truth
             were
             known
             ,
          
           
             You
             are
             not
             curious
             ,
             but
             fastidious
             grown
             :
          
           
             Nor
             is
             it
             Iudgment
             in
             you
             ,
             but
             disease
             ,
          
           
             That
             no
             new
             Plays
             ,
             though
             ne'er
             so
             good
             ,
             can
             please
             .
          
           
             And
             this
             is
             all
             ,
             thanks
             and
             reward
             he
             has
             ,
          
           
             Gives
             
               Children
               Puppets
            
             ,
             and
             who
             gives
             you
             Plays
             .
          
           
             And
             now
             they
             serve
             you
             in
             your
             kind
             you
             see
             ,
          
           
             For
             most
             o'
             th'
             Plays
             are
             only
             Puppetry
             .
          
           
             And
             you
             as
             unto
             Puppet-Plays
             do
             go
             ,
          
           
             Not
             for
             to
             hear
             the
             wit
             ,
             but
             see
             the
             show
             :
          
           
             The
             curious
             
               Painted
               Scenes
            
             ,
             which
             Wit
             you
             call
          
           
             With
             Cheapside-Pageantry
             ,
             and
             that
             is
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             On
             the
             Lady
             R
             s
             ,
             Nursing
             her
             own
             Children
             .
          
           
             
               HOw
               like
               to
               Charity
               ,
               this
               Lady
               stands
               ?
            
             
               With
               one
               child
               sucking
               ,
               t'other
               in
               her
               hands
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               
                 Bounteous
                 Nature
              
               ,
               Mother
               of
               us
               all
               ,
            
             
               Of
               her
               fair
               Brests
               ,
               is
               not
               more
               liberal
               .
            
             
               Those
               Ladies
               ,
               but
               Half-mothers
               ,
               are
               at
               best
               ,
            
             
               Who
               while
               they
               give
               their
               Wombs
               ,
               deny
               their
               Brest
               .
            
             
               And
               none
               but
               such
               
                 true
                 Mothers
              
               we
               may
               call
               ,
            
             
               Who
               give
               ,
               like
               you
               ,
               their
               Wombs
               and
               Brests
               ,
               and
               all
               .
            
             
               
                 Mirror
                 of
                 Mothers
              
               ?
               in
               whom
               all
               may
               see
               ,
            
             
               By
               what
               you
               are
               ,
               what
               others
               ought
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               Ready
               like
               Pellicans
               for
               Childrens
               good
               ,
            
             
               To
               give
               their
               very
               lives
               ,
               and
               vital
               blood
               :
            
             
               For
               so
               do
               you
               ,
               if
               Milk
               be
               Blood
               (
               though
               white
               )
            
             
               Who
               shew
               your self
               great
               Straffords
               Daughter
               right
               ;
            
             
               Both
               alike
               ready
               for
               the
               
                 publick
                 good
              
               ,
            
             
               You
               for
               to
               give
               your
               Milk
               ,
               and
               he
               his
               Blood.
               
            
          
           
             
               What
               must
               the
               Children
               be
               the
               while
               ,
               that
               come
            
             
               From
               such
               a
               
                 Pious
                 Brest
              
               ,
               and
               
                 Noble
                 Womb.
              
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             the
             Dutchess
             of
             Monmouth
             .
          
           
             With
             his
             Play
             of
             the
             Noble
             ,
             Fair
             ,
             and
             Vertuous
             EMILIA
             .
          
           
             
               Madam
               ,
            
          
           
             
               WHen
               Poets
               wou'd
               a
               Heroina
               make
               ,
            
             
               Does
               all
               perfections
               of
               her
               Sex
               pertake
               ,
            
             
               They
               make
               her
               Noble
               ,
               Fair
               ,
               and
               Vertuous
               too
               :
            
             
               All
               which
               perfections
               Madam
               are
               in
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               Emilia
               then
               is
               but
               a
               feigned
               name
               ,
            
             
               And
               you
               are
               only
               really
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               Or
               if
               their
               's
               any
               difference
               ,
               this
               is
               all
               ,
            
             
               She
               's
               but
               the
               Copy
               ,
               you
               th'
               Original
               .
            
          
           
             
               To
               whom
               then
               should
               I
               dedicate
               my
               Play
               ,
            
             
               O'
               th'
               Noble
               ,
               Vertuous
               ,
               Fair
               Emilia
               .
            
             
               But
               to
               your
               Grace
               ,
               who
               is
               without
               compare
               ,
            
             
               More
               Noble
               yet
               ,
               more
               Vertuous
               and
               Fair.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Why
             I
             Write
             .
          
           
             
               WHilst
               some
               do
               write
               for
               profit
               ,
               some
               for
               praise
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               one
               some
               end
               in
               writing
               has
               :
            
             
               I
               only
               write
               to
               please
               my
               
                 noble
                 Friends
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               I
               've
               done
               but
               that
               ,
               I
               have
               my
               ends
               .
            
             
               For
               th'vulgar
               I
               so
               much
               their
               praises
               slight
               ,
            
             
               I
               wou'd
               not
               have
               their
               favor
               ,
               though
               I
               might
               ;
            
             
               Because
               ,
               I
               know
               ,
               none
               ever
               had
               it
               yet
               ,
            
             
               But
               only
               such
               who
               viciously
               have
               writ
               .
            
             
               And
               now
               if
               any
               think
               this
               cowardize
               ,
            
             
               To
               flie
               their
               praises
               ,
               as
               I
               do
               their
               vice
               .
            
             
               I
               must
               confess
               ,
               he
               's
               valianter
               then
               I
               ,
            
             
               Who
               dares
               be
               damn'd
               for
               writing
               viciously
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               's
               vicious
               enough
               ,
               does
               evil
               do
               ;
            
             
               But
               double
               vicious
               ,
               does
               and
               writes
               it
               too
               .
            
          
        
         
           The
           end
           of
           the
           Quaternium
           .
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A39728-e3350
           
             *
             
               The
               Rule
               is
               never
               to
               pass
               the
               third
               Reply
               .