CHARACTERS And ESSAYS,  
By Alexander Garden.  
ABERDENE, Printed by Edward Raban, Printer to the City and both Colleges. 1625.   

TO THE TRVELY HONOURED, and worthily worshipful, SIR ALEXANDER GORDON, Knight-Baronet of Clunie, etc.  

WHen these CHARACTERS curt, and short ESSAYS,  
Right Worshipful, unworthy of Your view,  
At some successive Hours, on idle days,  
My Pen, for Pinsell; Coale, for Colours, drew,  
I stood, and studied, whose praeponed Name▪  
Should dye in Grain, and Luster lend to Them▪   

My Wits convened, and in my Brain combynd,  
The free and friendly Favours that I found,  
With th'ever-courteous Countenance and kind,  
That I have always at Your Honour's Hand;  
Advise me only, that Your Worship shall  
Give Luster, Life, Dye, and adorn Them all.   

Deign then t'accept Them with that wont Grace,  
Smooth Front, and Face, that I did ever find:  
Which perfectly doth point out, and express  
The Gen'rose Spirit, the wise and worthy Mind,  
Which doth before the Work, and Workman's Skill,  
In given-Gifts, regard the Givers Will.   
Your Worships ever Devoted, ALEXANDER GARDEN.   

TO THE READER.  

EN●… I and tenderly entreat,  
If you have teasure, and th'Effayres not great,  
To take some time, and to survey this Table:  
Which well perused, shall prove profitable.  
Where thou thyself in some of these shalt see  
Portrayed, if either Good or Bad tho●… be.   

If good, insist, and make a Progress still:  
And if perverse, pray, and repent thine ill.  
But I would wish, that thou thy self find forth,  
Amongst the best and worthy for thy worth.  
Disdain not then, nor loathe thou for to look  
Upon the Tenor of this tabled Book.   

Nor scorn thy Misses 'mongst these Maps to mark,  
Albeit they be not cut in curious Work:  
As these, Apelle●… ●…o ●…he Life had limned  
Or Hondius hand had them attired and trimmed,  
Yet sagely searched thou in These shalt see,  
The not to please, yet what may profit thee.   

Even as justly you merit  
So ALL GARDEN inherit.    

CHARACTERS AND ESSAYS.  

A worthy King.  

A Worthy King, of GOD OMNIPOTENT,  
Is in the Nature of Governament,  
The very Figure and the Image: Then  
He is the Chief and Quintessence of Men.  
The Champion of the Church next GOD is He,  
And the Protector of the Policy.  
The Lator of the Laws and of the same  
The strength and force, of those that he doth frame.  
The Sword of justice is the King to kill,  
And Mercies Sceptre too, when ere He will.  
The Glass of Grace, the eye of Honour, and  
The Blessing of the LORD unto his Land.  
Life unto Loyalty, to Treason Terror,  
To Reason Rule, and Arbiter to Error:  
His power Sovereign is, and his Command,  
Most absolute, and uncontrolled must stand.  
His frown is Death, keen as a kill Knife,  
And in the favour of his look, is Life.  
He is a Pilot, and His Bounds the Barge:  
And all His Subjects therein, are His Charge.  
Their Peace, His Pleasure, Q●…etnesse his Care,  
And their kind love, doth his content declare.  
He hath no parallel, since in degree  
None is, nor with Him in equality.  
His Royal Crowns prae●…ogatiue ●…one ever  
Can from his sole Sov'ra●…gnitie dissever:  
He is th' Anointed of the Lord, and such  
None should therefore presume ●…t attempt to touch.  
He of a Body is the he●…d, herefore  
As sacred should unwronged reign evermore.  
He is the Scourge of Sin, the Rod of Vice,  
And rateth Virtue at the highest price.  
God His Viceroy, he's o'er His people Supreme,  
And under him whole Governor to them.  
His Safety must be all his Counsels Care:  
His Health and Honour, all His People's Prayer.  
His Pleasure must be pleasant to his Peers,  
And His Content His Kingdoms glads and Cheers.  
His Presence must with Reverence be respected,  
His Person strongl' attended and protected.  
His Court must be adorned and decored,  
And still His State must b'intertained and stored.  
None must presumpt'ouslie pry in, nor pea●…so  
Into His Bosom, nor his Secrets Search.  
His Will none should withstand, nor it retard  
When he directs, but do't with great regard.  
Since he's (though not a God) more than a Man.  
And next to God for to be honoured than.  
A Wall of jasper, and an House of Gold  
He is, that doth an Heavenly Treasure hold:  
Whose strong foundations are of precious Stone,  
That Gates and entresse bot of Pearl have none.  
And all is precious passing every Thing,  
Into a Godly, Wise, and Worthy KING.    

An unworthy King. 2.  

A Wicked, vicious, and unworthy King,  
Th'usurper is of Power in governing:  
Where Tire no●…s rule into Authority,  
Losseth the Glory of true Majesty.  
While dread and fear of Terror frighteth hence,  
In subject's hearts, Love from Obedience:  
For when the Lion Wolf like lives, the Lamb  
Murdered but mercy, dyeth with the damn.  
He is a piece, of too much power and worth,  
To riot, and to lavish Fury forth▪  
He is the scourge of sin, although the same  
Shall be for sin, cast in the fiery Flame.  
He th' Actor is, clad with the Cloak of Law,  
That all good Acts, and Order doth orethraw.  
He Fautor is, and Father of th'offence  
Whereat he winks, or doth therewith dispense.  
His Reason in the acting of his fury  
He in the Belly of his Will, doth bury.  
And in his Temper best, and calmest Case,  
he's desperate, and in a doubt of Grace.  
His People and Kingdoms he destroys and wastes,  
And all but Care, to Ruin helps, and hastes.  
Himself a Prey to's Followers, and Foes,  
He makes: and all in end to Ruin goes.  
Himselfes a ●…ortor to his loathsome life,  
And fears, each keeps to cut his Throat, a Knife.  
He scorneth GOD, and is to Him a Traitor,  
And makes a God, and Idol bot of Nature.  
He useth Reason bot to ruin Sense,  
And speaketh fair upon a foul pretence.  
His Will, his Wit, it violen●…lie carries,  
While Death, and Wrong, together mixed, it marries,  
And jugulates, ●…ot with Injustice hand,  
To bib their Blood the best Men of the Land.  
Unlimitable his Lust is, and desires,  
And to work Tragic Vengeance never tires.  
Inevitable is his Envy and Spite,  
Hatched in his hollow Heart, both Day and Night.  
That should be best of Men, the worst of Things,  
Are tyrannous and cruel bloody Kings.  
His Blood-swolne Eyes, Darts ire; his baneful breath,  
Breathes with the Basilisk untimous death.  
The hand of him is the unrighteous Rod,  
That smites the Godly, in the spite of GOD.  
The Tyrant's heart, it is a Court of evil,  
The dwelling and Divano of the Devil.  
His feet as th' Eagle flies, and spurs the post,  
To execute his mall inventions most.  
His Heaven his Pleasure is, his God, his Gold;  
His face aff●…ights, and 's horrid to behold.  
The exercise that he delighteth in  
It only is, Iniquity, and Sinne.  
His words are wicked, and uncomfortable,  
And all his Actions are intolerable.  
In sum, he hateful ●…s, and inhuman,  
The Curse of Crowns, of Royal State the Stain.  
The Clog of Court, and all the Counsels Crosse.  
A public Plague, and all the Kingdom's loss.    

A worthy Queen. 3.  

A Godly Queen, a Gift, is good, and great,  
Unto the King, the Country, Crown, and State:  
She is th' umpeered Mistress, by her Merit,  
And Grace of all her Sex in Royal Spirit:  
She is the chief of Women, and the chose,  
Like to the Moon, amongst the Stars she shoes:  
And in her Sphere of Brightness gives none place,  
Bot to the King, her Sun, in any case.  
She is his Diamond, that's never dimbe,  
Bot clearly shines, to all the World and Him.  
She is that rich, and precious Pearl, that He  
Vnprisable esteemeth in his Eye.  
The joy of Courts, and Comfort of the King,  
From whence Content, all Peace, and Pleasure spring.  
She th' Orb is where, his loving Motions move,  
In the effects, reciproake of their Love..  
she's Wisdoms fairest Love, she's Virtue's Grace:  
In Natures' first, and Honour's highest place.  
She is the Handmaid of the LORD most high.  
And th' other half unto the King must be.  
Last, by her worthy carriage she gains  
To be the Kingdom's Beauty, where she reigns.    

A worthy Prince. 4.  

A Worthy Prince, he is ●…h ' Extreme, the Scope,  
The Altitude, and Kingdom's highest Hope.  
The richest jewel, reckoned of Renown▪  
That Kings can have 〈◊〉 in their Crown:  
And is the fairest ●…lowre, for to be seen,  
That grows into the Garden of the Queen.  
He is the ●…ym'd ●…t-Object of the Eye  
Of all the Kingdom, in his Infancy:  
He ●…s the M●…rrow of the Mother's care,  
A loving Sy●…es solisitude, much m●…ire.  
He is the Theme the Counsel oft thinks on,  
In the succession of the Royal Throne.  
He is the Love, Delight▪ and joy of all,  
This great Incorporation General.  
he's Natures Masterpiece, and ●…oue no less,  
Of Wisdom, in the life of Worthiness.  
He is a Massie-precious Ivor Box,  
Full of Rubies, of the richest Rocks:  
Attending Time, to empty and unlose.  
Such dear and dainty Wares as 't doth enclose.  
These are the Royal deeds, that he shall do,  
In his succeeding life, and Reign into.  
He pricks in's Wisdom, Expectations Spirit,  
And lays Ambition's Heart before his Fee●…e▪  
And by his Virtue wins, and Valour both,  
The Noblers' Love, and in their Bosom goeth,  
His bounty strongly binds, and not Constraint,  
The service of the most sufficient.  
He is the Crystal Glass, where Nature may  
The Quintessence of all her Art display.  
He th' Index is, and Reason's Book indeed,  
Wherein true Virtue may her honour read▪  
He is the Morningstar, that blazeth bright,  
And doth from the Sun receive its light.  
He is the first wished Fruit that doth arise  
From the blessed Tree, of th' earthly Paradise.  
He is the Subject of the most Import,  
And Study of the best, and wisest sort▪  
Unto the Learned, and the sharpest wit,  
He is a Matter admirable to it.  
Last, he is Wisdoms Son, and Honours hight;  
Virtue's Choice, and Valou●…s working Spirit.    

An unworthy Prince. 5.  

A Prince corrupt, he is the Kingdom's fear,  
And the Precursor of Corruption there:  
A Pest to the Peace, and Rest of the Realm,  
And the Concusior of the common Calm.  
A Precedent that bad example gives,  
And much mischief, and wickedness contrives.  
A naughty Ductor, that great numbers draws  
Unto Contempt, and to the breach of Laws,  
When Will and Power, Pride in fury horse,  
To act Ambitions bad designs perforce.  
he's like a dreadful Dream to one that's vexed,  
And in the spirit much troubled, and perplexed.  
H'affrights, and most into his humours then,  
The very minds and hearts of prudent Men,  
And for too much delight in Vanities,  
He (careless) quites the love of all the Wise:  
And with th'advise of gross and giddy Heads,  
His Actions all imprudently proceeds.  
he's like a little mist, before the Sun  
His Career and daily course begin:  
Which aye the more, and greater that it grows,  
Less good it doth, and operation shows.  
He is the grief of the King, the Queen's sorrow,  
And the Cross of the Court, both even and morrow.  
The Curse of Crowns, the Seed of Unhappiness,  
And the ungracious Fruit of Ungodliness▪  
The Canker he's that Kingdom's clean consumes,  
And Treasure Boxes empties all, and toomes.  
His Country last, it may with Care him call  
An undigesting Bowl of bitter Gall.    

A worthy Counsellor. 6.  

A Worthy Counsellor into a Land,  
Supporting it, doth like a Pillar stand:  
And from th'anointed one, that reigneth there,  
His is the greatest, and the chiefest care.  
The pains of his person, pa●…sing of his Spirit,  
Into the state Affairs▪ are infinite.  
He is a Guard. Watch tower and Sentinel,  
The Enemies approach t'a●…end and tell.  
he's a Provisor, to provide in straits▪  
The Weal and preservation of the States.  
An Oracle hee●…s in th●… Prince's ear,  
And in his fist him as a Brand doth bear●….  
An equal Weight, in justice's balance he,  
And light of g●…ace, in love of truth, must be▪  
In the carriage and the course of the Law,  
As a clear raid eye, himself he doth shaw,  
And in his fervour, in playing of his part▪  
In's Sovereign service, behold, he is an Hart.  
A mind of Honour, a brain of Inventions,  
For his Country's good, are all his Intentions.  
His place is powerful, and his Arm is strong,  
While his service is faithful, and doth no wrong▪  
His Honours, his Place, and Calling doth claim,  
Due by desert, and competent to them.  
He, a Planet is, placed in the firmament,  
Of the politic Heaven of Government.  
Which through the cloudy, gross, and thickest air,  
The nature of his light doth kith, declare.  
In sum, and last, such a one is he,  
That never can be spared in Policy.    

An unworthy Counsellor. 7.  

A Public Poison, and pernicious thing,  
And hurtful harm, to the Crown of a King,  
Is a corrupted Counsellor, and evil,  
The Son of Shame, and Suppost of the Devil.  
The danger of the State, and oft the fail,  
When judgement wants, or weakness wryeth all  
The Ears of the King, he doth enchant, and charm.  
And doth so, the whole▪ Republic harm.  
False in effect, though most fair in his word,  
And in th'advise of tyranny, a sword  
Pridefull, and pe●…lious, his power still,  
And partial proves his voting, with his will.  
His heart is hollow, for his own behoof,  
In protestation of a feigned love.  
Hypocrisy the Cloak he carries on,  
His cold and counter●…et Religion.  
Traitorous invents, the only Agents are,  
That sti●…re in him, a bold Ambition dare.  
he's ly●…e a cloudy and a threatening Storm,  
That seems to have a Natural cause and form:  
When that it Reins, dissolves, and forth doth fall,  
It striketh dead, and ofttimes drowneth all.  
Disloyal to his Lord, ingrate to GOD,  
To both unworthy, and of Virtue void.  
He is no person proper for his place,  
But doth the grandour of that Rowne disgrace.  
Unworthy always, and therefore, unfit  
For to look once, on Majesti●… from it.    

A worthy Nobleman. 8.  

he's a true Noble, that is nobly borne,  
Whose graceful Virtue doth Descent adorn.  
Nobility consists not aye in Blood,  
But in a personal, and practice Good.  
When as the Noble-borne, by active worth,  
Decores, and crowns, and beautifies his birth.  
He Noble is, that never to Virtue, Wealth,  
Nor to his Honour, doth prefer his Health.  
For Country, King, and for the Christian Faith,  
he's truly Noble, that doth disdain the Death.  
And never doth regard (for love of these,)  
His Hazards, Pains, his Loss, his Gain, nor Ease▪  
And he is Noble the noblest Nobles among.  
That will not do, nor will receive, a Wrong.  
He is compleatlie Noble, in every Case,  
Whose Nature is nobilitate with Grace.  
And he is Noble, that prudently, and wise,  
Doth hug Humility, and Pride despise.  
Grave Wisdom justly doth most Noble esteem,  
The temperately Just, and Magnaneim.  
A very Noble, a King, a Prince, or Earl,  
In Nature's Shop, is like a polished Pearl:  
Whose reasonable Soul is rapt above  
Terrestr'all Trash, with hopeful holy Loan.  
he's wholly Noble, into his Heart that hath  
Strong holding Hope, true Love, and living Faith.  
he's merely Noble, whose Spirit aspiring springs,  
Never blinking back▪ to Baggage basest things.  
He is the Heart of Hospitality,  
Bounty's Life, and Nurse of Charity.  
he's Learnings Love, Necessity's Relief,  
Valour's Fame, and Wisdoms constant Cliefe.  
The Falcon he's, that on no Carrion feeds,  
And th'Eagle that after no Spider speeds.  
He is the Dolphin true, that fears no Whale,  
And never will for terror turn his Tail  
He is in Reason's Heaven, a stately Star,  
And chosen Saint in Virtue's Calendar.  
he's in the Royal Round and Hemisphere,  
A sure and settled Cynosura there.  
he's Rector in Reason's Philosophy,  
Lodestar of Light, in Love's Astronomy.  
In Honour's Court, he hath the Marshal's place,  
And's Royal Gallant into greatest Grace.  
In brief, he is the Beaut ' of his Abode,  
Beloved of Men, and gracious unto GOD.    

An Ignoble-Man. 9  

TH'Ignoble are, that be in Noble Rooms,  
Putrid within, without fair painted Tombs,  
Like th'Apple of Sodom, that is ash within,  
Although it have a gold-lyke glancing Skin.  
It is to Reason an exceeding Gr●…fe,  
When Glories Styles, and Honours Titles chief,  
Birth, Fortune, Fate▪ or Chance, doth put or place,  
In, and upon the Subjects of Disgrace.  
Base, naught●…esse, and th'ignoble Minds of them,  
Nobility, doth falsif ', and defame.  
When the Folly of Will, and want of wit,  
For Vert' advancing, frames Nature unfit.  
Th'Ignoble are Bulks and Bodies of Baseness,  
The very Mind, and Spirit of Grossness.  
Into his Endeavours and Disposition  
Of right Generation, he's in Suspicion.  
Wisdom never knew, and Virtue never bred him,  
Learning never taught, nor Honour never led him.  
To waste and consume, his course and inclination,  
Without respect, to his place, or Reputation.  
Vanity and Wrong, are the whites of the But,  
Where-at the Ignoble do aim, and do shoot.  
Wastrie and Avarice, though both b'extreame,  
Are dearest, desired, delightsome to Them.  
Th'ignoble are the Sorrow and the Shame  
Of Kinsmen, Parents, Pedigree, and Name.  
The stain of their Title, the Plague of their Place,  
Wrack of their House, and Ruin of their Race.    

A worthy Bishop. 10.  

ALL worthy BISHOPS, Ambass'dours they are,  
To plot, and preach Peace, in the midst of War:  
From th'almighty to miserable Man,  
Most worthily worthy these Worthies are Than.  
They make th'atonement▪ take up the truces,  
From th' Heaven, to th'Earth, they bring the best news.  
Where mercies Patience, doth practise, and press,  
Nature cor●…upted, to call unto Grace.  
They are the sweet sounding Trumpets of love,  
That Fighters of Faith, to fight it out move.  
And Heralds of wrath, that thunder-lyke threats,  
For sinful Trespasses, all manner of States.  
Praying, imploring, with folded up Hands,  
Before the Holiest, humbly He stands.  
Charie of their charge, and war'lie they watch,  
From forcing their Flocks, and stands in the breach.  
theyare Pastors comple●…t, that None can reprove,  
Full of a faithful, and fatherly Love..  
Yet dreadful, and deadly Denuncers of Woe,  
To sinful Secure, in their Sermons they show.  
These vigilant, wise, and worthy Divines,  
Are Suns to our Souls, but setting that shines.  
In the Night of Nature, before us they pace,  
To lead us to Goshen, to light us with Grace.  
he's unreprovable, whole of his Life,  
The husband and Head, of an only Wife.  
he's prudently prompe▪ and apt for to preach,  
To confirm, confute, instruct, and to teach.  
he's harbrous, he is helpful, he is holy,  
To Wisdom wooed, to Virtue wedded wholly.  
He doth direct, by his works and his word▪  
And squares his life, by the Law of the LORD.  
he's a Physician, and useth (Therefore,  
For the love of the Soul) to search every Sore:  
Lansing what leprous, or Festered He finds,  
And so He remeads the Mallad ' of Minds.  
Searing sometimes, and Corrosives in cure,  
He useth for Putrids, till they be pure.  
He is fore-pacer, in the path-gate to Grace,  
And worthy of Honour, respect of his Place.  
For preaching of Life, he's worthy of Love;  
And he for his Pains praiseworthy doth prove.    

An unworthy Bishop. 11.  

A Bastard that the Ephod doth abuse,  
And is of faithful Pastors the Refuse;  
he's th'Out-cast, the Scroofe, the Scum, & the Shame,  
Yea, th'ignominy, of a worthy Name.  
A Dog that is dumb; a Drudge, and a Drone,  
Unworthy the Charge he is chosen one.  
When sparing of Pains, of Knowledge misuse,  
Unfaithful Effects, but Profit, produce.  
Idolatrous Seeds he seminates, so  
Sows in the Soul, a Fury▪ and a Foe.  
Unhappy, for lost, and sightless the Sheep,  
That Bishops so bad, have credit to keep.  
When these they shall, for wanting Food be found  
To perish, pastring in a barren Ground  
He breeds a War, Distrust, and Diffidence.  
Into the Wits of all his Audience.  
Good Pastors aye, he presseth to supplant,  
A Devil indeed, and bot in show a Saint▪  
He makes Religion bot a Cloak of Sin,  
That covertly he walks, and walloweth in.  
And with a feigned Humility doth hide,  
A passing and imcomparable Pride.  
His Flesh doth fret, and all his Bones do itch,  
To raze the Poor, and for to rob the Rich.  
Even Wisemen's Eyes, he leads, blindfolded forth,  
Bot with Conceit of his imagined Worth.  
And draws their thoughts to call Account, esteem  
(Tho he be not) him such as he doth seem.  
He looks like a Lamb, he lives like a Fox,  
And cruelly, crafty, kills all his Flocks.  
He is the person of Hypocrisy,  
Th'unpure Spirit and Heart of Heresy.  
Grief to the Good, to the Faithful a Foe,  
Cross to the Church, and to the World a Woe.    

A worthy judge. 12.  

THe worthy judge, doth well his Calling knaw,  
And is the Grace and Glory of the Law.  
Hi Stomach is a Treasury of Truth▪  
And pondereth all, with Reason's Scalls of Rueth.  
He is indeed a Doom, whose Blast of Breath,  
On breach of the Law, is dreadful as Death.  
Where criminal Faul●…s must cleanly be cut,  
And from the Peace of the Publict-weale put.  
A worthy judge, is a Sword in the Hand,  
(To kill or conserve) of the Lord of the Land.  
In the Country's Cause he e'er hath an Eye,  
That doth the weal of the Commonwealth see.  
His Study and Pains, (Proportion to keep)  
Bereaves him of Rest, and of his sound sleep:  
Betwixt Commanding and Obedience,  
To keep the Crown on the Head of the Prince.  
And safely and sure, of the Subject als,  
To hold on the Head, unhewn from the Hals.  
The worthy judge, is feared bot of Fools,  
Cursed bot of Knaves, and hated bot of Snools.  
he's honoured of Wise, of Prudent approved,  
Grateful to the Good, of the Godly beloved.  
He judges all Right, revenges all Wrong,  
And doing these both, he's steadfast and strong.  
His word is the Law, his Power is Grace;  
His Merit, Honour; and his Labour, Peace.    

An unworthy judge 13.  

IS JUSTICE grief, in judging when He errs,  
And partially, the Wrong, to Right prefers:  
And when through Ignorance, Wrath, or Envy,  
Th'innocent's Life, upon his Lip doth lie.  
His Hands are full of Bribes, defiled with Blood,  
The guiltless Gore, it fats him most of Food.  
His Heart is full of Hypocriticke Hate,  
His Tongue of Treason, Untruth, and Deceit.  
His face is feigned, and Smooth as smoothest Oil,  
Politicly, more to oppress and spoil.  
He is a Man more moral, than divined,  
judicious more, than to be just inclined.  
His Mercy mercenary is, and sold,  
His kyndest countenance, uncoft, is cold.  
His Lips do lavish, Legends of the Laws,  
Yet gives cold comfort, to the Poor man's cause.  
The weighty Angel doth over-weigh his Grace,  
And turns him Devil on his Tribunal place.  
Although the livery of the Law, he wears,  
His Process all unlawful led appears.  
His holiness, is superficial,  
And seemeth to be so, and that is all.  
Into the preached word, he hath no Pleasure,  
And for the World, to hear it, hath no leisure.  
His appetites, as they his Mind do move,  
Is the Religion, that he best doth love.  
His goods, they are his Glory, and his Gain,  
And he impure, doth bot his place profane,  
While justice sacred Seat, he makes to be,  
By his abuse, nought bot a bouchery.    

A worthy Knight. 14.  

A Worthy Knight, is he that doth inherit,  
The proper Virtues of a perfect Spirit:  
Whom Power can not appall, nor Cross foot chance,  
Opposed▪ depress, nor prosperous veles, advance.  
True worthiness is eminent in him,  
That sa●…elie in most dangerous deeps can swim.  
He is a Magnanime and worthy Knight,  
Into the World's up-roars that walks upright:  
And not with Fortune's Change, nor Grief of Mind,  
Confounded, nor perplexed in Spirit we find.  
He worthy is, that wis●…lie gives his word,  
And keeps it too, th'unsheating of his Sword,  
And not with light Escapes, or bastard bracks,  
As Some snuff Pepper, soon exceptions takes.  
He worthy is, that bitter Things can bear,  
And o'er his Stresses' Patience Tropheas' rear.  
True Magnanimity, his Sword, and Horse,  
Convoy, and hues, his passages perforce.  
And th'only Paradise, into his Eye,  
Are Fields defeat. Triumphs, and Victory.  
To pardon the Submissive, and Distressed  
Relieve, his Glory is, and conquest best.  
He will be free from every Blott and Blame,  
That may imply Dishonour to his Name.  
His pardon granting, to his prostrate Foes,  
Most rich and famous him, in Mercy shoes.  
he's void of Spite, and not with Hate defiled,  
In Spirit stout, and in his Nature mild.  
He is not One, with Love and Hate, that's mixed,  
Nor wavers, as One fast, and lose betwixt.  
Bot he is Constant, true, and Bellicall,  
Heroic like, and honourable with all.  
Bot worthy Knights, Note this, in Number are,  
In unities, and now, be singular.  
And like th'Arabian Bird, doth bot abound,  
For They with us, as there, these Fowls are found.    

An unworthy Knight. 15.  

THe foul Refuse, and the defect of Nature,  
To Fortitude, and Honour true, a Traitor.  
When to advance, his Valour it occurs,  
His Blade is blunt, and he wants ravelled Spurs.  
A cipher in Court, a Sheep in the Camp▪  
Yet like TYTIDES in the streets will stamp.  
He is amongst Men, like Owls amongst Birds,  
Shaming the Sword, to his side that he girds.  
He counts for no Promise, nor Honour, nor Faith  
(Gain once he his point) that he plighted hath.  
A Friend, or a Foe, he finely can feign,  
Grace thee even now, and gloom on thee again.  
he's worshipped for his Wealth, not for his Wit,  
Neither was Valour the worker of it.  
Where Courage for Honour doth enterprise,  
Th'unworthy Knight like to a Lubbard lies.  
When Magnanimity with Courage strong,  
Through Peril passes to repair a Wrong.  
He faintly fears, and Couragelesse he quakes,  
And to hear these Attempts such Terror takes,  
That all his Spirits, they post from him apace,  
And Lead-lyke, Liveless, he looks in the Face.  
He is the Child of Pride, that doth despise,  
The truly Worthy, that through Virtue rise.  
he's Follies Favourite, full of Ostentation,  
And only mighty in Imagination.  
In Honour's Court, yet there be no such Apes,  
Knight's bot in clothes, and Cavelliers in Shapes.  
Unto the Mould whereon they move, bot Masses,  
And God forbid our Country breed such Asses.    

A worthy Gentleman, 16.  

HE is a bearing Branch of Honour's Tree.  
And Gentle Germane of Genuitie.  
Whose Fruits for to be▪ Virtues Actions fall,  
As pleasing to the Eye of judgement all.  
As truly Relishing and Smelling sweet,  
Unto the Soul, and understanding Spirit.  
The De●…ds and Actions fitting him to do,  
He is not forced, nor is compelled thereto:  
Except they be Things naughty, ill, and bad,  
Whereto in Heart he near Intention had:  
Bot either doth unwittingly such Acts,  
Or forced unwillingly unto those Facts.  
Most effable, and in his Nature kind  
And flexible, yet with a Genrose Mind.  
In his Alleadgeance is, and Love most Loyal,  
Unto th'authority, and Power Royal.  
Religious, hot, and fiery in his Zeal,  
Most kindly careful for the Commonweal:  
And what is his, he heedfully regards,  
And bount'fullie bestoweth his Rewards.  
he's Confident, resolved, and Enteare,  
From Feminine, from Base, and Bairnlie Fear.  
he's not composed, nor come of Cur●…ish kind,  
Bot cast in Virtue's Mould, pure, polished, fyn'd.  
And by the Spirit of Wisdom, dressed and squared,  
In Honour's House, for to be placed, prepared.  
He in Apparel doth more comely go,  
Than costly, for a Pharasaicke sho  
More healthsome is his Fare, and daily Diet,  
Than Exceffive, Profuse, and given to Riot.  
He Exercise, for Pleasure, more do●…h love,  
Than that the same should to him painful prove.  
His Studies all, are for Instruction more,  
Than Ostentation, Pride, or worldly Glore.  
His I oves not wanton, no, nor f●…itting are,  
Bot faithful, virtuous, chaste, and regulare.  
He is no Niggard, no, nor Prodigal,  
But treads the Temprates steps, the best of all.  
His Carriage is not Carledge, nor austere,  
Nor Apishly doth he his Body bear.  
His Pedigree, Descent, and gentle Blood,  
By courteous Carriage he doth make them good.  
And by the virtuous Course, and Life he lives,  
H'example good, to his Succession gives.    

An unworthy Gentleman 17.  

IS the Derision and the Scoff of Wit,  
True Honours Scorn, and the idle Ape of it.  
Where Wealth much more than Worth and Wit we see,  
Is vainly worshipped with Simplicity.  
he's One of Vices Varlets, that delights  
In Vanities excessive Days and Nights.  
And one that all doth prodigally spend  
Imprudently, but eyeing e'er the end.  
And idly more on worthless works and Vain  
Doth waste, than would a Temprate STATE maintain:  
Or well husbanded, or managed, might  
Attain to Honour, in the Virtuous sight.  
All his Delight's in Vice and Vanities,  
His Cogitations idle, and inanities.  
His Heart is hollow, hardened, and unholy,  
His exercise, is fecklesse, frivole, folly.  
His pleasures imp'ous are, and all profane,  
His studies such as yield no Grace, nor Gain,  
His Conversation, bairnly is, and base,  
Degenrate from a jennet, to an Ass.  
His Raiment and Apparel out of form,  
His diets are inordinare, enorm.  
Out of all Square, his Carriage is almost,  
And None his company at all requeast.  
Since Buzzard-lyke he's with a Falcon's Bell,  
Or like a jade, spread with a golden Pell.    

A worthy Lawyer 18.  

IN Virtue Conscience, Grace, and judgements growth,  
He is the Indagator of the Truth:  
He painfully PLEAS, doth practise, and press,  
To bring them into Conclusions of Peace.  
The Time he divides in uses to knaw,  
From Ignorance, the knowledge of the Law.  
Obscurities, h'vnlockes and open lays,  
And truly th'Orator pleading he plays.  
With empty hands, a pitying Spirit, and pure,  
In Conscience Court, he patroness aye the Poor.  
In Resolutions, and Responses plain,  
And quick in giving, But all greed of Gain.  
A CORRYPHaeVS in his Clients Cases,  
And still the Best, and not the Bad, embraces.  
He doth not love to hold a Client long,  
Nor will defend what well he views is wrong.  
The Case, and not the Client, he respects.  
And not what's wrong, but Verities protects,  
His labours are to make his Calling be,  
(Even as it should) seen in Sincerity.  
He doth despise, both Falsehood, and Delays,  
And others Knaveries, in their PLEAS displays.  
H'abhors Advantage, by ore-sight, or sleuth,  
Of Others, if the Matter be of Truth.  
He wearies not his Poormen, with depending,  
Nor to the judges, or the Writers sending.  
But all that these bad Patrons puts Them to,  
He by his Servants o●… himself●…, doth do.  
And more for Conscience, Credit, and his Name,  
Than for their Money, he doth do for Them.  
Still of his Calling he doth Conscience make,  
And bot what They may gladly give, will take.  
He doth not suck their Substance by slim Shifts,  
As Thiefe-lyke some do use, and yet Unthrifts.  
He by his faithful Labours (not by Stealth)  
And gotten, guided well, doth grow to Wealth.  
Yet all the Goods with Honesty he gains,  
He prudently in ployes, and nought profanes;  
So worthily, most worthy, he doth grace,  
Wher●… h●…e doth pass, and is employed the Place.  
Of ●…ll men he's respected for good parts,  
And gets for gracious Guiding, Goodmen's Hearts,  
For he is faithful, efauld, upright ever;  
Dissimulate, nor false, nor feigned never.    

An unworthy Lawyer. 19  

HE is a Lawless, Perdite, and a Lost,  
The Figure bot of a foot-faring Post;  
That carries, not knowing (a Bag full of Bills)  
The Tenor, Contents, their Minds, or their Wills:  
Only can read their Titles, and direct,  
Sans knowledge unto what farther effect.  
To be informed he troubles nor travels much,  
Since that the Truth he ne'er intends to touch.  
he'll aggravate and make the Matter great,  
And many Maxims of the Law repeat:  
To cause his Client think his Cases are  
Pronounced PRO, before he breast the Bar,  
He speaks bot Problems, Sentences, or Phrases;  
Quotes Acts, and Laws, till Rustics he amazes.  
Yet what he speaks, or quotes, be words bot waste,  
And waird bot as the Blind their Clubs do cast:  
Or as the Bairnes their Lessons learn by rat,  
So he but farther knowledge rhymes bot that.  
He hath an Heart to Greediness so given,  
That he will peril all, and hazard Heaven,  
Before he shall not (O Ungodly gain!)  
By beggering his Clients, Wealth obtain.  
He never with his Conscience comes to count,  
So that he see his Means and Honour mount.  
He glores in Gear, Gold-Angels are his Gods,  
For which his Truth, he tramples on, and troads.  
He studies all, to Sophistry and Shifts,  
Protracting Time, still he delays, and drifts.  
And empties so his long Dependers Purses,  
Till they, by weeping Cross, with Sighs, and Curses,  
Depart: when what they had prepared is spended,  
Their Causes ill pursued, and worse defended.  
They never have compassion on the Poor,  
Bot like a Prostitute and public Whoo●…e,  
From both the Parties, but a sense of Shame,  
And all that Silver sets they take from them.  
They Trickers are, and Tyners of a Cause,  
But Conscience, and Knowledge of the Laws.  
They have no Soul, they have no Shame, nor Eyes,  
Bot such as sole their present Profit sees.    

A worthy Soldier. 20.  

A Worthy Soldier worthily is styled,  
VALOUR'S Genuine, and natural Child.  
Predestinate trained up, and borne to be  
Fit for the service of Necessity.  
And th'ensign to advance and carry forth,  
Of Honour in the active Acts of Worth:  
He dies the Earth, in crimson with his Hands,  
While he the Violence of Wrong with-stands.  
He ruins that which proud Ambition rears,  
And Tyrant's Statutes into Tags he tears.  
He is a wary Watch man, and with Wit,  
Advantage takes of Time, and useth it  
Into the Projects and Designs he hath,  
For executing of his lawful Wrath:  
While Cowards base make Flight their foul Refuge,  
He makes his Blade his Arbiter and judge.  
And with the Pike Objections he impoungs,  
When others bot retort them with their Tongues.  
The dint of Death, although before his Eyes,  
He obviates, before Indignities.  
He is a Lion, awful to Ambition,  
And like a loving Lamb, unto Submission.  
He holdeth Hope, in hazards by the Hands,  
And on the Head of Fear, triumphing stands.  
He is the Peace, Preserver, and a Shield,  
Unto his king and Country in the Field.  
Unto disloyal Subjects he is seen,  
A Persecuter constant, and a keen.  
He leads to Battle cheerful, as he passed  
Unto a Banquet, for to break his Fast.  
He knows not Cowardice, nor fainting Fear,  
On Resolution, he his Rest doth Rear.  
Search all his Forts, his strongest you shall find,  
To be the Magnaminit ' of his Mind.  
Look to his Life, and Thou shalt see't, a way,  
Where Dangers obviate, and meet Him ay.  
Yet with undaunted Spirit he forward fares,  
And to no Fortune stoups, nor peril spares.  
In midst of Martial Broils, and brave Alarms,  
He with his Arms, there floutly wins his Arms.  
And by his Merits, in the Fields, and Plains,  
In Court at home, his Honours he obtains.    

An untrained Soldier. 21.  

A Soldier but skill, and an untrained,  
Is like a young Hound, or a Whelp new waned,  
That can not do, when first he falls to hunt,  
Lay down his Nose, as other Hounds are wont:  
Nor put upon a piece of Service, knows  
His Pike, nor Piece, nor Person, to dispose.  
The manner of his March is like as when  
Tired at the Plough, trudge home is seen a Man.  
He bears his Blade, before his Belly tied,  
For to be sure, he lose't not from his side.  
His Pike he like a Pyke-staffe lifts aloft,  
As Boors their Bacon carry, when it's coft:  
And with a mimic mincing of his own,  
A kind of Carriage, yet in Camps unknown.  
He so presents his Piece, with special Grace,  
Which makes his Fellows flout him in the Face.  
On goes his Arms, Waste-coat-lyke, o'er his Ears,  
And he his Murrain, like a Nightcap wears.  
When to be quartered, to the Field he's led,  
As with his Bobbie he looks for his Bed.  
And when prepared his Provant he espies,  
He Kyte-like craving, for his Victuals cries.  
And ere he scarce be come, or known, he will  
Wish to be home, at's Mamie, or the Mill.  
And hanging down his Head, he drooping goes,  
As if he had his Heart into his Hose.  
And in his Hut, when he to rest doth take him,  
He sleeps, till Drums or deadly Pellets wake him.  
Thus he himself he carries, and descries,  
In all Employments, in all Companies.  
Till Martial Discipline this Milk sop raw,  
Do season▪ and to understanding draw.  
A cipher he's, 'mongst Figures, and is nought,  
Bot a Shadow, and not a Substance thought.    

A worthy Physician 22.  

IS open Enemy, and Foe professed,  
To Sickness, Disease, to Plagues, or to Pest:  
Purging from Nature Corruptions, and what  
Infects destroyeth, or weakeneth, yet that.  
In feeling of Pulses, or groping of Wrists,  
Or viewing of Water, his Actions consists.  
Discourses that chiefly fits him, and pleases▪  
Are of the Causes and kinds of Diseases.  
In Physical things, he frets till he finds,  
And searcheth of Simples, Sorts, and the Kind's.  
And then of these all, accordingly taketh,  
Advisedly, so his Mixtures he makes.  
Unto his Patients, he Patience persuades,  
And with a modest Mirth, their Griefs he glads.  
Much he doth move, allow, and advance,  
And praiseth oft in Purpose, Temperance,  
Both to avoid all Wastrie of Wealth,  
And for upholding of bodily Health.  
Purging and Bleeding his Counselors be,  
Into conserving of sound sanity.  
His two Attendants and On-wayters are,  
The choice Chirurgeon, and Apothecare.  
Resolved with these, of Time, and Seasons sure,  
He temprate tries, and cunning in his cure.  
Surfeits, Excess, and Venery both,  
Agents always for his Employments goeth.  
When as from one-an-others weakness he will,  
Strain Strength to himself, by Knowledge and Skill.  
Thus they are needful, and necessare Men,  
To cure Diseases unnecessare then.    

An unworthy Physician. 23.  

AN Ass turned Ape, his Office he uses,  
Yet Artless, both Practice and Parties abuses.  
Bayard-lyke blind, he bloodeth with the Lance,  
Do he cure, or kill, he cares not what chance.  
Witless with Vomit, or Purging he will,  
Give Health in haste, spoil presently, or spill.  
He cracks of his Cures, his Travels, and where,  
Such Wonders he wrought, seen seldom or rare.  
Bot so far a-Field, that there are found few,  
Will tie them, to try his talking, if true.  
He vaunts of Rewards, and venteth out Wonders,  
That his Receipts, were ne'er less than hunders,  
In Markets and Fairs, he is not away,  
Walking, and viewing, some Urinals ay.  
Where if he find Hot, Gross Humours, or Raw,  
Albeit that Liech he little doth kn●…w;  
Yet some thing to seem, somewhat he will say,  
Lined with some Latin, that lykelie it may.  
And if he hit, and to a Purpose speak,  
Then l●…ks he like One to salve all the Sick.  
This Fellow effronted, he never fails,  
In telling stale jests, and old merry Tales.  
For old Ones to laugh, and the Young to allure,  
Pears he hath pocked, and Sweeties be sure.  
Partly he speaks, as having Inspection▪  
And skilful in knowing of every Complexion.  
And if a strange Cure he stumble on, or chance,  
Out of his Artless use, and Ignorance;  
Yet saucy, and shameless, sweareth this Ann▪  
That easily cure Incurables he can.  
Bot being unlearnd, unhonest, and als,  
Oft times found foolish, found fraudful, and false;  
Indeed, if not Death, it's Danger to deal,  
With such Quacke-salvers, for sick Men, or Whole.    

A worthy Merchand, 24.  

IS th'heir of Adventure, whose Hopes do hang,  
On Gain, that the Winds from the Waters bring:  
With Halters of Hemp, and Horses of Tree,  
Through the watery waste Region rideth he:  
And with a Merry Gale cheerful he is,  
Furrowing the Foam, and shearing the Seas:  
In Trading by Toil, and Travel he takes,  
Discoveries of Coasts and Countries he makes.  
N'Hazard this Worthy from Venturing exempts,  
Bot stablie he stands in all his Attempts.  
He spares not Expenses, expecting his Gains,  
So Traffic and Trade, the Merchand maintains.  
His Study is Number; his Care, his Accounts,  
To know how 〈◊〉 Means diminish, or mounts▪  
His effauld-Faythfull Forms are his Defence,  
And greatest Comfort▪ is, his Conscience.  
He trades not with a Measure false, his Fame  
Is whole, and all▪ his Wealth, is his good Name.  
He fears no Sill', and by Charibdis' sails,  
Nor for a Wrack, he out of measure wails.  
Although with Tempests, he be tossed and strest▪  
Yet hopes in the Haven to ride, and to rest.  
And by his Trade, and Labours long at leisure,  
He gets his Goods, and finds the Key of Treasure.  
He brings, from th'Observations of his Eye,  
The Modeles' best, of architectury.  
And from a bought Exper'ence, and the Source  
Of Knowledge high, he draweth his Discourse.  
What comely is abroad, and good, he knows,  
Most circumspectly that at home he shows.  
In h●…s Apparel, he is neat, and clean,  
And modest in demeanour, he is seen.  
Not dainty, nor too delicate, in Diet,  
Using the mean 'twixt Parcimon▪ and Riot.  
Full of Civility, and always, (Note)  
He Holy is, Religious, and Devote.  
And to the City, Country, Court, and King,  
What cannot wanting be, doth daily bring.    

An unworthy Merchand. 25.  

A Cheater he is, that with a full Purse,  
Will with the Best to the Board, and the Burse:  
Then soberly bargain, and promise to pay,  
Peremptorly keep his hour, and his day.  
So craftily thus in Credit he creeps,  
For once he or twice his Covenants keeps.  
But Pedlar-lyke yet how e'er he begins,  
More with his Wit, than Honesty, wins.  
He lifts what he can, from Coap-men, and Strangers,  
While Credit he cracks, and Conscience endangers.  
At greatest rate, he buys the worst of Wares,  
But for the Payment, neither counts nor cares.  
Yet with fair words tho false, these Foreign Goods,  
As trusty Stuffe, at Home, on Friends, h'obtrudes.  
His Measures double are, and wrong his Weights,  
And seldom holds (suppose he swear) his Heights.  
He passes not for Piety, if Poor;  
And if he be Rich, none dow him endure.  
He in the Streets derayd, above his State,  
A-gadding goes, and up and down doth jet.  
Old CHAUCER'S Cook, he likened is unto,  
That busy seems, where there is nought to do.  
He is a cogging Knave, and crafty aye,  
Over-Roguing all, that overreach he may.  
T'impone the Simple, 〈◊〉 oft times are witty,  
Yet they dishonour, and they shame their City.  
And with their Fashions 〈◊〉 though false, deface,  
And are unto all Merchands good disgrace.  
Yet time deciphers these Deceivers all,  
When they debosh, and play Bankrupt, with all.    

A Good Man, 26.  

THat fears for Love, his GOD, and in His Light  
Of Truth doth trace, and walks His Ways aright;  
And as in Love, through Faith, his GOD he knaws,  
To keep in him the compass of the Laws.  
Of GOD, a Good Man is th'Idea, and  
A Lord o'er all He create to Command▪  
To worship Him, and serve Him holy made,  
Tho from Sincerity, to Sin, he slade.  
With Reason borne, to know Things Natural,  
Inspir'de by Grace, for Metaphysical▪  
He hath a Face, that up to Heaven doth bend,  
A Soul to Sense, that all the Life doth lend.  
And to the World is a Stranger given,  
While of his Spirit the Home is only Heaven.  
His Life a Time of Toil, is strangely strest,  
His Death, again, the Walk and Way to Rest.  
His Study is, into the Word of Troth,  
Which carefully he keepeth in his Mouth:  
And in his Life to practise it doth prove,  
For his Delight is in the Law of Love..  
He doth provide bot for Necessity,  
And casts his Care in th'use of Charity.  
He doth converse with divine Prophets, more  
Than worldly Profits, to increase his Store.  
In the Law of the LORD is all his pleasure,  
And in His Knowledge, all his Wealth and Treasure.  
His Bosom thus the best of Wit inclouds,  
And thus he's rich, into the best of Goods.  
Heaven of his Eye, it is th'Extent and Scope,  
And Life through CHRIST there-in his highest Hope.  
Humility, the Scale it is, where-by  
He having Pride depressed, doth mount on hy.  
His Patience is Procurer of his Peace,  
That guided is with Virtue, Wit, and Grace.  
He is the Seed of Love, and by th'effect  
Of Grace, he's Heir of Heaven, and Life Elect.  
For all that he doth care for, crave, and claim,  
Is for that Heavenly High JERUSALEM.    

A bad Man, or Atheist. 27.  

WIth GOD, with Man, the World, himself, at War,  
And what not, all he to Damnation dare.  
In Nature like a Dog; in Wit, an Ass,  
And Beastlike he doth in his Passion pass.  
Into his Actions, which are always evil,  
He is a Corporal Incarnate Devil.  
He maketh Sin a Mock; the BIBLE, a Babble,  
GOD'S Grace, an Humour; and His Truth, a Fable:  
And calls it Cowardice, for to keep Peace,  
For troubled Time's, he holds his Happiness.  
His Castle he doth call his Sword; and Pride,  
The Horse, where-on this Hellhound haunts to ride.  
His Purchase, Pyckrie is; his Language, Lies;  
His Longing, Lust; his Punk, his Paradise.  
And with a Whore, and a polluted Punk,  
His Glory is, to be debauched, and drunk.  
He is the Patron of Impiety,  
And deadly Danger of Society.  
He Virtue loathes, and loveth Vanity,  
And is the Horror of Humanity.  
In Bawdry, and in Barratrie, h'abounds;  
Till Body, Soul, and Fame, he all confounds.  
He boasts the Good, and he upbraids them broadly,  
And spites at all the Gracious and Godly.  
His Paunch is his Prince; the Tavern, his Tower;  
Mahu, his Master; his Mistress, a Whore.  
Oaths are his Graces, and Wounds are his Badges:  
Rebel, and Rogue, and Pickpurse, his Pages.  
He knows not GOD, nor goes where Grace doth dwell;  
Bot walks through the World, like a Devil to Hell,  
He Treacherous is, and a Truethlesse Detractor,  
The Felon, the Fool, the Fiend's Benefactor.  
Untimely Begotten, and backwardly borne:  
Vnworthilie waxes, and liveth forlorn.  
A Monster to Men, a Fool to the Wise:  
In doubting, Despare, and damned he dies.    

A wise Man, 28.  

IS Like unto a Clock, that never doth chime,  
Bot at the Hour, and striketh still in Time:  
Or as a Dial just, set with the Sun;  
Or Glass that well doth keep, and restless runn●….  
So will he never ware a Word, bot when  
To speak pertains, unto a Prudent Man.  
He measures Time, and all in Season does:  
He tempreth Nature, and doth Reason use.  
Sense he commands, and Will he keepeth under:  
And all with Knowledge, he doth pose and ponder.  
None can his Ears with Charms blow up, and batter;  
For fast They are, when Parasites do flatter.  
Closse is his Mouth, unto detracting Tongues:  
And no false Imputations he impungs.  
An humble Heart, an open Hand, and free,  
He hath to Want, and unto Piety.  
To Observation aye his Labours tend,  
And wise Experience is his Aim and End.  
To Contemplation, and to meditate,  
His Thoughts are oft devote, and dedicate.  
The Divine Word made Man, his Will, his Law▪  
Is all that he doth call for, cares to knaw.  
Swollen Pride he knows no●… of Prosperity,  
Nor yet the Mis●…rie of Adversity.  
Bot takes the one, as if the Day, or Light,  
And th'other, as the Darkness, and the Night.  
He knows not Fortune, and no Fate he fears,  
Bot builds, and all, on Providence he rears.  
And through the hope of Faith, that Grace hath given,  
He reaches high, and doth lay hold on Heaven.  
His Works are good, and Godly, as his Mind,  
His Words and Thoughts to Honour all inclined:  
For he in Love th' Elect is of the LORD,  
A Master to the World, that cares not for't.  
And though here borne a Stranger, bot on Earth,  
In Heaven a Burger, by a second Birth.    

A Foole. 29.  

A Fool he is, the'Abortiue Birth of Wit,  
And the unfashiond Embryo of it:  
Where Nature had more Power, than Reason Use,  
The Fruit of Imperfection to produce.  
His Actions all, are almost all Extremes,  
Of Means, nor Ends, he never doubts, nor dreams.  
Nature taught Fools, to Eat, to Work, and Sleep,  
Tho they there-in no Time nor Measure keep.  
Fools have no fear of GOD, respect to Men,  
And void of Reason, they no Duty ken.  
Bot as their Passion, and their brainsick Wits,  
Transport them, they do play their foolish Fits.  
His Exercise, it is four▪ fold always,  
H'eats, drinks, and sleeps, or then is laughing aye.  
Fyve things do humour him, and much do move,  
And not bot these can he think of, nor love.  
And what are they? a Bauble, a Bell, and bot  
A pupped Pudding, or a pied Coat.  
His Words want Wit, and Reasonless his Will;  
For it resolved, doth neither good nor ill.  
He Wisdom and Instruction doth despise,  
Since he can nought, or he will not be wise.  
His Front, his Index is, and doth express,  
His Minds distemperature and giddiness.  
His foolish Fits, neither the Bad do please,  
Nor can the Good be seen content with these.  
He out of Measure is in Motion ever,  
And bot when he doth sleep, he resteth never.  
He is unhappily begotten and borne,  
(Tho not his fault) Reason and Wisdoms Scorn.  
A Shame to's Sire, a Blott unto his Brother:  
A Curse to's Kin, a Mischief to his Mother.  
He lives a Beast, and doth no better die,  
But Wit and Reason, Nature's Infamy.    

A plain honest Man 30.  

LIke JACOB is, and dwelleth into Tents,  
Not full of Congi●…s and Court Compliments:  
Bot he is faithful, efauld, free, and plain;  
And so but change, immobile doth remain.  
Like to a Coat, that is so well prepared,  
To fit the Wearer plain, but Welt, or Gard.  
When as the Stuff whereof the same is made,  
Nor is the form, in more request is had:  
So th'honest Heart, but Fraud (that breeds Offence)  
The Credit keeps of a good Conscience.  
Ferd from infernal Brands of Infamy;  
From Scandal, and deserved Obloquy.  
His works are vert'ous, and his Words are Truth:  
His Progress plain, and all his Practice Rueth.  
His Life is Labour passed with Patience,  
His Rest is Death, and his Spirits Passage hence.  
His Travel is from Infancy to Age,  
A painful Passage, and a Pilgrimage.  
His Ways yet plainness, and his Pleasure, Peace;  
His whole delight, is love, his Glory, grace.  
His Crdit, is his Coin, Reason, his Square:  
Content, his Kingdom, Conscience, his Care.  
His carriage courtous is, and no ways vain:  
His Heart is humble, holy, and humane.  
He 〈◊〉 is Churlish, ever Charitable:  
In Talking, and Discourses, delectable▪  
He ever was, and ever will be found,  
Amongst rich jemms, the rightest Diamond.  
A Phoenix amongst Fowls: yea, he is borne,  
Mongst Men a Saint, 'mongst Beasts an Unicorn.    

A Knave, 31.  

THe Worst of Wit, and the Scorn of Reason,  
Begot but Grace, and sign borne▪ out of Season.  
He is the Shame of good Society,  
And promptuary of Impiety.  
He doth dishonour all the humane Race,  
And is past help of GOD, past Hope of Grace.  
He corrupts Age, and he infecteth Youth:  
He hateth Wisdom, and detracts the Truth.  
His Words are false, his Oaths prove perjuries:  
His Studies, Tricks; his Practice, Villainies.  
His Wealth, for Wit and Honour, he doth hold:  
●…or Glory, Gain; and for his God, his Gold.  
To Trust, a Traitor; t'Amitie, a Thief:  
Prompe in the Plots, and Practise of Mischief.  
A Friend to none, or found to few is he,  
And yet he is aye his own Enemy.  
An Unthrift since his Breathing first, and Birth;  
Abhorred in Heaven, unhallowed on the Earth.  
His Heart of Poison is a Pond that springs,  
His Tongue deceitful, and like Dragon's Stings.  
And like a Limbeck is his fleeting Brain,  
That doth distil Inventions vild and vain.  
He loves no Laws, nor counts of their Commands:  
For Hell, Mahu, and he hath shaken Hands.  
And as he Wolfe-lyke lives, false like a Fox;  
●…ee Dogg-lyke dies, or in the Streets, or Stocks.    

An Usurer, 32.  

THe Character and Pattern is express,  
Of worldly Misery, and Wretchedness.  
The Gold and Money that these Misers have,  
Their Master is, and they their Silvers Slave.  
What they do call, and for their own do claim,  
They have it not for it bot holdeth Them.  
They have no Grace Divine, nor God, bot it,  
Which robs their Reason, and bereaves their Wit..  
The more they come by, more and more they crave;  
And wish their Gardivyots were their Grave.  
For where their Heart and Treasure is, there would  
They lie, and be engraveld with their Gold.  
Their 'Greed it is, s'vnsatiate, and such,  
Gain what they like, they cannot get too much.  
Their e'er unbounded Pleasure in their Pence,  
Makes them but Soul, but sight, but Shame, but Sense.  
Their Fear, is Want, and for to get, their Care:  
Their Diet is, plain Fasting, or poor Fare.  
Their Study, Sparing; and their loathsome life,  
Still with itself is at Debate and Strife.  
Their Habit, and their Clothing, oft declares,  
They were the Hangman's, or of rouped Wares.  
Their Teeth of Interest destroys and eats,  
And is a Canker unto all Estates.  
They swill, they suck, and like Loach-Leeches Bloods,  
And drink their Debtors Substance, and their Goods.  
They loathed live, and unlamented die:  
Drudges to Dross, and Maps of Misery.    

A Beggar, 33.  

A Lazy Lout, that doth himself profess.  
The Fellow, Pheire, and Mate of Idleness.  
His Life a Resolution is of Ease:  
Highways, his Walk, he travels most in these.  
Bot th' Alehouse is the Place of his Retreat,  
Where with his Whore he will not miss to meet.  
And there o'erturns, and freely toss the Pot,  
That with a feigned Infirmity they got.  
For busily his Studies are all bent,  
To counterfeit th'infirm, and Impotent.  
And all his Practice, is espied to be,  
To cog, and cousin simple Charity.  
Of all the Rabble of all ranging Rogues,  
None are more noisome, than th●…se swarming Frogs.  
For into every Hamlet, Town, and Farm,  
Like Caterpillars they do flock and swarm.  
At Bed, at Board, from Home, and in the House,  
Their Fellow and Companion is a Louse.  
With Blessings they begin, and pray for all;  
Bot into Cursing ofttimes ends their Call.  
None lives on th'Earth Religious less than they,  
They pray on Men, yet never to GOD they pray.  
Thanks none, or few, to Him they give; and less  
Regard they give their Givers in Distress.  
No, none more ●…ewdlie lives, and more impure,  
And none are worse, and vicious more be sure.  
They carnal are, and lustful, out of Measure,  
And brutish in the acting of their Pleasure.  
They Marry seldom, baptise never their Brood,  
And others know, but Caring, Kind, or Blood.  
theyare Atheists almost all, and in effect,  
God nor the Devil, Hell, Lord, nor Law respect.  
They trade by Beggary, many times by Stealth▪  
And always Wasters of the Commonwealth.  
His Birth, his Life, and Death, oft falleth thus,  
he's gotten and borne into a Barn and Bush.  
Then idly drives his Days, and leads his Life,  
Without all Law, and her that for his Wife  
He holds, a Whore, a Th●…efe is, or a Witch;  
And last, he ends and dyeth in a Ditch.    

A Virgin, 34.  

IS like the Lilies, and the Crimson Roses,  
When PHOEBUS force their luked Leaves v●…loses:  
Which kythe in Colours pure, and all Ingraine,  
But any Macule, Tash, or any Stain,  
she's Nature's Beauty, in her chiefest Pride,  
In Chastity, and Virtue's Tinctures died:  
Where th'unpolluted Spirit Gracious,  
Doth make her Angel-like, and Glorious▪  
she's Virtue's Darling, Wi●…domes Milk-whyte Dove,  
Reasons Care▪ and she is Honours Love..  
The Grace of Youth, the Comfort of the Age,  
In both discreet, in both digest and sage.  
Her Studies, and her Exercises, holy;  
But Petulance, lascivious Sports, or Folly.  
An handsome, humble Gravity, her Grace,  
With comely carriage, and a constant Pace.  
Lovely her Looks, and yet most chaste her Eye,  
Her Countenance severe, yet sweet to see.  
Her Actions all, are with her Words, that's Truth,  
Her Constancy, her Fame, in Age, and Youth.  
Her Wealth, her Virtues are, her Grace, her Glore,  
Her Labour, Patience, and Content her Store.  
Her usual Diet, it is Abstinence,  
Her Ornament, and Crown, is Continence.  
Her Lawne-like Love, unspotted is▪ and clean,  
Her Orisons devote, her Hopes divine.  
Her Parent's Pleasure, Honour of her Kin,  
And Phoenix of the Land she liveth in.  
Of Female kind, she is the first and fairest,  
And one of all the Rational, that's Rarest.  
And to be found the Heavens beneath, and under,  
The choicest jewel, and the chiefest Wonder.    

A wanton Woman. 35  

A Wanton Woman, 's Vicious, and strange,  
The type of Imperfection, and of Change.  
In Quality a Wagtail, and in shape,  
A Siren; in her Nature, bot an Ape.  
Her Vult, a Witch; inviting to all Evil:  
For she into Condition is a Devil.  
Her Words are Charms, and every Nod, a Net,  
To snare the Fool; and for the fleshly set.  
Her Looks are Hooks, and Baits, bot to Abusion:  
Her Company is Death, josse, Confusion:  
Her lustful Lips, like Hybla-Honey Drops;  
Bot loathsome sour these Liquors have their Sops.  
Her Mouth is soft, and smother more than Oil:  
Bot what it speaks, doth poison, spill, and spoil.  
Her End is worse, and bitterer by far,  
Than Worm wood, Gall, that tart and bitter are.  
Her Heart with Pride, and with Deceit doth swell:  
Her Feet to Death, her Steps tread down to Hell.  
Her kind Embraces, and her Kisses kills:  
Her Breath for Balm, bot bitter Venom stills.  
Her wavering Wit, bot naughty Fancies nowrish:  
And all her Thoughts are wanton, vain, all Whorish.  
Her Life is lewd, all Idleness, and Play:  
Her Diet is th'excess of Dainteis aye.  
Her Love is Vanity; and still in Change:  
And as her Eyes, so her Affections range.  
Her Excercise, bot Rest; and yet are wholly,  
Busied about Inventions bot of Follie.  
Her Fancies are for Fashions, Toys, and Shows:  
Her Weal in Colours, and her Wealth in clothes.  
To catch, and cousin Men, is all her Care,  
Her House, an Hell, and all 's unholy there.  
Her Waiters on, are Bawds, for Beasts and Babbles:  
Her Friendship false, and her Discourses Fables.  
She is the Plague of Youth, Repentance Story,  
Th' Abuse of Time, and Ages Purgatory.    

A Quiet Woman, 36.  

IS like a Wind, low, quiet, calm, and still,  
That blows no Dust, nor doth the Body i'll:  
Whom never Impatience doth provoke, and move,  
Bot with her Patience wins the Heart of Love..  
Her Wisdom makes her Will to be preferred,  
And worthily to get a great Regard.  
She fears the LORD, flees Sin, and loveth Peace:  
She walks to Heaven; her Guide thereto, is Grace.  
She helps and aids, into asperity,  
And takes a part into Prosperity.  
Her Tongue is still unto Discretion tied:  
Her Face with modest Shamefastness is died.  
She is her Husband's Heart, his Love, his Chose,  
And Doane-Bed, where his Spirits do repose.  
Her brave Behaviour, is a Glass, where-by  
Her Children may their own Miscarr'age see.  
She treads upon the Tortoise, never strays  
From Home, nor idly walks upon the Ways.  
Her Virtuous Doings, they do her adorn;  
She cares not Change, and Fortune she doth scorn.  
A Turtle to her Husband, in her Love;  
And meek to him, she like a Lamb doth prove.  
No, never what he concludeth, doth control;  
An Angel, and a Saint into her Soul.  
She is a Pearl, that is unprizable;  
A Pleasure great that is unspeakable,  
A Comfort too, that is Incomparable,  
And in the World, a Wife Inimitable.    

An unquiet Woman, 37.  

She is a Thing, much worse to keep than Knaw;  
A Beast that brooks Subjection to no Law.  
The Mischief, and the Misery of Man,  
That scarcely can described be: and when  
It is, into the very Hearts and Heads  
Of Law and Reason, Detest●…aion breeds.  
For her Demeanours, they indeed are Themes,  
Which aye and only stand into Extremes.  
Her Words and Voice, the scrighing of an Owl,  
That to affright Men, on the Night doth you'll.  
Her Eyes, even as the Cockatrice, do kill:  
Her Hands, the Claws are of the Crocadill.  
Her Heart, a Cabinet, that doth contain  
All that is naughty, vicious, and profane.  
Time she abuseth, and she woundeth Wit:  
No Reason she regards, bot wrongeth it.  
She is impure, her Pride unsupportable:  
Her Malice, matchless; Will, unsatiable.  
She doth respect, nor any person spares:  
Defame she fears not, nor for Counsel cares.  
Her Wit is Will, Command, is, Must, not No:  
Her Reason, Shall; her Satisfaction, So.  
She cannot love, like, nor allows no Lord,  
And doth from Law and Order both debord.  
She is a Cross, bot not of CHRIST, a Cross:  
A Grief to Nature, and to Life a Loss.  
And from her Birth, she's empty of all Grace:  
A Plague to Piety, a Foe to Peace.  
A Wrack of Wealth, a Wrangler, full of Wrath:  
Most Tart in Taste, and in Digestion, Death.    

A GOOD WYFE. 38.  

A World of Wealth, a jewel good and great,  
And to her Lord, a Kingdom, in Conceit:  
An Heavenly Blessing, and Man's Happiness,  
That nought, not Death, can minish, nor make less.  
Her Husband's jewel, and her children's joe:  
Ever Virtues Friend, and ever Vices Foe.  
Her Conversation, is solacious:  
Her Countenance grave, yet ever gracious.  
Her Tongue is temprate, and her Eye is wary:  
Her Carriage is kind, yet chaste and chary.  
she's graceful grave, a Mirror to her Maids:  
Her Beauty natural, but Art, but aids.  
She with no Pomate paints her Face, nor fairds:  
Nor doth not use with Oil to smoothed▪ and smeared,  
To make it show before the Sun, and shine,  
To help pure Nature, wrong the Work Divyne.  
But she doth count it well, and best decored,  
As fashioned with the Finger of the LORD.  
she's Mistress of her Passions, and her Tongue  
To Reason's Girdle it is tied, and hung.  
Next Heaven, her House she holds her chiefest Care,  
And that her good Houswyfrie doth declare.  
She goes not gadding, bot at Home she dwells:  
And when she goes she goes on Tortoise Shells.  
She in Apparel is, and clothed cleanly;  
Not too magnific, no, nor yet too meanly.  
Her Words are wise, her Voice is Musical,  
And al●… her Actions are Harmonical.    

An Effeminate Man, 39  

IS like a Man, to see, in shape, in sho,  
That hath the Form, and in effect is no.  
He is a primped Piece, and therefore than,  
Is Womanish, and bot a childish Man.  
Into his Relish, he is Liquorous:  
In Love, and his Desires, Libidinous.  
He trifles Time, and bot with Puppets plays:  
A-Wenching walks, and idly drives his Days.  
He covets for to look in Mirrors oft:  
For to sleep sound, and to lie long, and soft.  
He loves to be embraced, and to be kissed;  
And then, above the Best, he thinks him blest.  
Hee'inanelie talks, a Look demure he shoes:  
He mirds too much, and tootoo nycelie goes.  
He juncates loves, and Dainties much desires;  
And for to Ball, and Banquet, never Tires.  
To be his Mistress Man, he urgeth still:  
Bot to be a Master to her Maid he will.  
To frame lewd Lines, and sing Love Songs, he loves:  
To smell Perfumes, and have sweet watered Gloves.  
He coineth Purposes, and telleth Lies:  
He studies Dances, and Riddles doth devise.  
He loves Good-morrowes', and yet doth delight  
To sleep the Morning, and to watch all Night.  
He dotes to hear, and wand'ring News to chase:  
And hunting for Them, haunts the Market place.  
He sighs for Love, and will for kindness greet:  
Yea, with each Humour will a Cadance keep.  
His Game with Girls is most at Barla-breakes:  
And after, on his Bed Tobacco takes.  
And then with Frictions, and with clothes fire hot,  
Full of these Fumes, breathes like a boiling Pot.  
This Ganymede, soft, nice, and Man-turn'd-Woman,  
In very deed, and in effect is No-man.    

A Parasite, 40.  

HE is the Picture of Impiety;  
To gain a Groat, avowde to Villainy.  
For with a flattering Tongue he will not fail,  
To pick men's Pockets, and their Money steal.  
His Face is Brazed, that he cannot blush:  
Shame set aside, none he regards a Rush.  
And what he lighteth on with both his Hands,  
He holds; for they are limed, and like Bird Wands.  
His Tongue untymous, clinketh like a Bell,  
And nought but Trifling Truethlesse Tales doth tell.  
He plays the Pander, and with Graceless Greetings,  
He carries Messages, for Evil Meetings.  
And with smooth Words, which he is cunning in,  
Persuades a sort of Sweetness into Sinne.  
He is much like a Dog without a Door;  
Where-at the Devil to dance, went in before.  
Or like a mounted Spider he doth show▪  
And yet but lives on Poison here Below.  
So he may gain, he looks not who doth loss,  
And for a Crown his Credit he will cross.  
He hath no Honesty, and doth no Duty:  
He spoils the Youth, and is th'Abuse of Beauty.  
A Knave at Court, a Cheater in the City,  
That should be punished, and expelled but Pity,  
A jester always, (though his jests be stall)  
He is, and is a jacke-an-apes in all.    

A Bawd. 41.  

A Bawd, she is a kind of Woman-beast,  
That spoils Virginity, and Maidenheads mayst:  
For dissolutely when she was bot young,  
She vitiate, and did her own a Wrong.  
And ever since, without Remorse or Fear,  
She useth sundry Men, and merchand's Gear.  
And for untymous Trading with their Wares,  
Into her Age Post to the Fiend she fares.  
To Damsels she is dangerous, lest these,  
She with th'oft-falling-sickness and Disease,  
Do file them, and infect; for she was ever  
Since she was twelve years, touched with that Fever.  
The Youth to spell, never trust her for to teach,  
(Although for Proofs and Practice she might Preach)  
Lest that she do, scarce well weaned from the Mother,  
Learn them too soon to Point, and put Together.  
She plays the Surgeon, that can ease no Smarts,  
Bot only swellings in the lower Parts.  
She hath one song, and it she soundeth aye;  
Time is, Time was, and Time will wear away.  
Sweet Dainty Things, therefore, neglect not You,  
To use the Time, and take your Pleasure now,  
Incace when it is past, Occasion gone,  
You sit unsought, and courted be with None.  
And while this Toothless vents her vicious Voice,  
From a waste Womb, and Breast with birnings' boss,  
T'affright the Fiend, flat fall'n, and low-lyke shoes,  
(As eldrens Apes) her Cheeks, her Chin, her Nose.  
The Humour that she's most displeasing in,  
Is at her disability to Sinne.  
And she is never more jovial, than when  
She is persuaded, She is young for Men.  
She cares for nothing, nothing bot her Ease,  
Love's bot her Lust, pains bot her Panch to please.  
She sells her Soul, for Sack, for Bottle-Ale;  
For to lay down her Flesh, She will not fail.  
In nought bot one, is she Industrious,  
In th'hospital, or in the Bawdy House.  
To see the Wenches well set all to Work;  
Bot almost ever, and oftest in the Dark.  
Her Breath corrupt, her Head is bald, her Eyes  
Rheumatic, running thou beholds and sees.  
she's Virtues Spoil, and Graces great Regrate,  
The Wrack of Wealth, Nature's Disdain, and Hate:  
For SHE is stomached, and still doth storm,  
That so deformed a Monster she should form.    

A Drunkard. 42.  

A Drunkard, to define him, is a Beast,  
Tho he the Figure have, and be Man-faced.  
Man Cupshot, is no Man, no, scarce in part;  
For he hath neither Hands, nor Head, nor Heart.  
He is a Noun, and an Adjective One,  
That by himself, well can not stand alone.  
And yet a Tryer, and Contestor great,  
Into his Weakness, and that stau'ring State.  
If that in Surfeits, Health, or Sickness shall,  
The Mastery have, command, and o'errule all.  
He is the Figure of Deformity:  
And th'evidence of all enormity.  
H'abuseth Time, and Nature's Rights ore-turns,  
He wasteth Wealth, at Reason spites, and spur●…ns.  
All Modesty h'anoyeth, and he ●…oarres,  
All temperate Spirits he frights from him and scars.  
Civility he doth disturb, and trouble;  
And all Disorder Orderless doth double.  
he's Woe to his Wife; to his Children Grief:  
His Neighbour's Scoff, and to himself a Thief.  
His Feet do reel, his tongue at Randon runs,  
He doth, he says, and knows not what, yet sins.  
He blasts, he braiks, he bans, and he blaspheams:  
He shouts, or sleeps, and still is in Extremes▪  
He wastes, and wots not how, and so doth weaken,  
His Stomaches strength, although that it were oaken.  
The Sober sigh, and for his Fashions flees him:  
And all beside they scoff and scorn that sees him.  
And so he serves for nought, except to shame,  
Himself, and slay his Body, Soul, and Fame.    

A Coward, 43.  

THe Fruit of Fear, Suspicion, and of Dread,  
Whom Nature got, bot in cold Blood did breed.  
And had too much ado, to make up than,  
A Creature, that should resemble a Man.  
And that is all he keepeth of his Kind,  
For beastly base dejected is his Mind.  
His Life a Sickness is, that doth resemble,  
A sort of Palsy, for his joints do tremble.  
And but a Cause, such Terror he will take,  
That he will faint, and all his Members shake.  
His Death then by debased Diffidence,  
It is a Terror to his Conscience,  
His feeble Faith, no kind of Hope it bears,  
And therefore Death he out of Measure fears.  
All Persons he suspects, and every Place,  
And therefore wretched is the Coward's Case.  
He much affecteth Peace, for fear of Wars;  
The thought of which his Spirit affrights and sca●…res.  
And if he bleed his Finger, he anon,  
Looks for the Sign, and lays, his Life is gone.  
And if his Tooth but ache, incontinent  
He makes his Latter Will, and Testament.  
The Roaring, and Report, that Cannons gives,  
Prostrates him flat, and near of Spirit deprives.  
And Thunderclaps do him discourage so,  
That he can neither stand, nor stir, nor go.  
Before he fight, or to Combat he kythe,  
Content is he, and to be beaten, blithe.  
And if his Feet may succour him, be sure  
His Head, nor Hands, no danger shall endure.  
He of no Hazard hears, nor hardy Feats,  
Bot, fie for Shame, he shudders, and he sweats.  
He will b'affrayde, with flying of a Bird,  
Or noise of Wands that with the Winds are stirred.  
Marry he will, and marry bot with Such,  
As are bot Mean, and not of Might too much.  
Nor will he have a Wife that's fair: For why?  
Some Broils may be, and Quarrels come there-by.  
And when he gets her, if he finds her frown,  
Then he's abashed, dejected, and cast down.  
If she bot chance to chide him, than he weeps;  
And comes as Spaniels, when they couch, and creeps.  
Where Dogs do bark, he comes not near that House,  
Bot flees, as from the Cat's th'amated Mouse.  
If he be rich, for fear he never concludes,  
How to dispose upon, or use his Goods.  
And in his Nature, NATVR●… doth defame,  
For he doth Manhood both disgrace and shame.    

An Honest Poor Man, 44.  

HE is a Proof and Map of Misery,  
In patient porting of his Pe●…urie.  
With Wants unknown, he doth resolve to starve,  
Than those relieve, and with Discredit serve.  
He proves his Patience▪ and her strength he tries,  
In suffering Grief but grudge, even while he dies.  
His Little is Much, his mean and sober Rent,  
Affords him Store, rich quiet, and content,  
Yet some times so the Touch of Want him plies,  
That from his Heart Tears burst out at his Eys●…:  
And from his Soul such Pails of Sighs, and smoke,  
Are sent, that would impatient Spirits choke.  
Bot so his Reason his hot Passions temper,  
That it controls, and moderates them Semper.  
Yet blushes oft for shame of Beggary,  
Or with the Sense of his Necessity.  
For Rich Men shun, and flee him like Infection,  
His Wants refuse, his Suits, finds all Rejection.  
And with a Frowning, cold and careless Eye.  
Or with a Scoff th'vpbraide him going by.  
His Lodging is the Earth, and oftimes even  
The Bank his Bed, his Courtanes clouds of Heaven.  
Roots his Repast, bot fending o'er his Fare,  
And such poor Portion as the Godly spare,  
The Sun his Summer-Comfort until Night,  
The Moon his To●…ch, his Lamp, and Winter Light.  
His Mournings are the Music of his Breath●…  
His Songs are Swanlike, sung before his death.  
His study, Patience, and his Labour Prayer:  
And yet withal, meek are his Forms, and fair.  
His Life below a Pilgrimage doth prove,  
His Resting Room and Home, is Heaven above.  
He lightly lives, and as no Man, neglected,  
And dies not moand, not mist, no, nor respected;  
Yet though the World his Wants and State contemn,  
He shall inherit th'High JERUSALEM.  
And more nor he (stands in the State of Grace,)  
That hath the World's Prosperity and Peace.  
He fully hath the Favour of the LORD,  
And he with Faith, with Hope, and Love is stor●…d:  
And there-in hath for him reserved a Treasure,  
Past Reckoning, Rich, Great, past all Means & Measure.    

A Just Man, 45.  

THe Child of Truth and Virtue both, a Birth  
That shall inherit Heaven, inhabit Earth.  
For Nature in a mean and temprate Mood,  
Bred and brought forth this Fruit, as Rare, as Good.  
His Eyes from wilful Blindness they are clear;  
His Hands from Blood and Brybrie are enteare.  
His Will is void and free from Wilfulness;  
His Heart most holy, hath no Wickedness.  
His Word and Deed are e'er and always one:  
He violates, nor this, nor that, to None.  
His Life doth show the Nature of his Love,  
Whose Aim, whose End, and Object is Above.  
His efauld Dealing, and his Deeds declare,  
To keep his Conscience clean, his constant Care.  
The chiefest Comfort that such happy have,  
Th'assurance is of Life, and to be save.  
When as he on the Bench a judge doth sit,  
He ponders all, and powders all with Wit  
With closed Hands, and Single eyes he shawes,  
That there he sits to grace as give the Laws.  
And thus in judging, so his judgement proves,  
He honours Reason, and he justice loves.  
He fears not Power t'Equall, and to Place,  
With justice, Rigour; Mercy mild, with Grace.  
He fears the LORD, and as he loves Him too,  
His Worship he, in Fear, and Love doth do.  
His Walks are v●…rt'ous, in his Maker's Sight,  
He treads not by-Rods, bot he traces Right.  
He loves the Good, the Bad he cannot by de:  
He loves Humility, and hateth Pride.  
His Works are always worthy for his Deeds:  
As Honour brings Them forth, so Virtue breeds.  
And Wisdom fostering war'lie weaneth Them,  
For his rich Virtue, to renown his Name.  
So that he hath an understanding Brain,  
And Spirit of Knowledge, more than is Humane.  
And thereby is One from Above that's Bl●…st,  
And on the Earth, One earthly, that is Best.    

A Repentant Sinner, 46.  

OF all Forlorn, he finds himself the First,  
And vows he is of Wretches all the Worst:  
So bad is the Estate he standeth in,  
While he is soused in the Seas of Sinne.  
He sighs, therefore, and for his Gild doth groan,  
And sends Remorseful thoughts to MERCIES THRONE;  
To pray for Pardon, Pity, and Compassion,  
For CHRIST'S most bloody, and most bitter Passion.  
And offers with a broken Heart contreete,  
Of Praise and Thanks a Sacrifice most sweet.  
Whose sad Remembrance, all his Entralls tears,  
And makes him weep, and wash his Couch with Tears  
The hate of Sin, is figured in his Face,  
By th'operation of the Spirit of Grace.  
He covets nothing, bot such things that are  
Conducent for him, and most necessare.  
Superfluous, and vain he doth abhor,  
And never delights in these that's transitore▪  
He lusts not after more, than he would have,  
Yet more contemplates▪ then he can conceive.  
The sharp Recording of his Sins doth search,  
His secret Soul, and to the Spleen doth pierce.  
While in the Detestation of them all,  
Woeful he weeps, for his Offence and Fall.  
Yet still his Hopes for Mercy springs Above,  
Despare and Fear, through Force of Faith and Love..  
His Senses tire his Spirits, and thus distressed,  
His Soul in Nature's Course can find no Rest.  
The Slough of Sin, and Rags of Vice he wore,  
He shifts him off, and minds to use no more.  
Bot as that Snake, that slayeth with the Sight,  
All Sin, all Wrong, and Vice, he doth despite.  
He labours still in Love, and lively Faith,  
To live to GOD in Fear, and at his Death  
To die in favour, that he may in Heaven  
Enjoy the Glory GOD hath freely given.    

A Reprobate, 47.  

HE is the Work of Violence and Wrath,  
The Son of Sin, but Hope, but Love of Faith:  
Who being borne, for Service of the Devil,  
But Care doth all, and all he doth is Evil.  
No Villainy escapes him, that he can:  
For loathsome Sins delighteth most this Man.  
His Wits are wand'ring, weak, and still unstable,  
His Speech profane, impure, unprofitable.  
His Actions orderless, and scelerate;  
Corrupted all, cursed, and contaminate.  
With all these Ills, that with the Fiends down fell,  
From th'highest Heaven, unto the lowest Hell.  
For Wisdom, stands his Will: which while it's so,  
Bot Fury, or bot Follie, flows there-froe.  
he's full of Infidelity, Mistrust,  
And only doth delight t'injure the Iust.  
The Simple he deceives, and sucks the Blood;  
And under Trust, of th'Innocent and Good.  
His Breath is bot the Blast of Blasphemy,  
And all his Practice proves Impiety.  
His Conscience cauterised, his Senses ●…eard,  
His Heart is hardened, and he is not feared  
To Fault and Fall, bot like a Freeman fares,  
And never in Public his Trespassing spares.  
He worships seldom, and it is in vain,  
Like cain's Sacrifice, because profane.  
He is endured, an Out-cast from the LORD;  
Impenitent, unmindful to remord.  
His wicked wishes are the wrack of those,  
That Virtuous, godly are, and Vices Foes.  
He loves Confusion, and desires Disorder,  
And Boucher-like, baths in the Blood of Murder.  
T'oppress and spoil, he bot a Mirding makes,  
And scorns the Law, when he her Statutes breaks.  
And be he put in a respected Place,  
The Good they smart, the guilty gets the Grace.  
Remorse, regard, nor Pity he hath none;  
For Fear of GOD and Hope of Grace is gone.  
This Peace-Oppressor, Lawless, Litigious;  
This damned Reprobate, and Irreligious,  
Is a Man-Monster, and an Humane Evil;  
A Diabolicke, and Incarnate Devil.    

An Holy Man, 48.  

HIs heart is Heavenly, and his Hopes are high,  
E'er over-mounting all Mortality.  
Things that's corrupt, he doth contemn, and hold  
All Mammon's Means, bot Mucke, Goods, Treasure, Gold.  
No Honours here, nor Pleasure he respects,  
Bot thinks they are of Fancies, frail Effects.  
The Soli-loquies of his Soul are sweet,  
His Mouth and Mind in Meditation meet.  
Nature's Perfection, is an Holy Man,  
And the best Good that She exhibit can.  
For what hath Earth more perfect than that Spirit,  
In Sanctity that serves his GOD aright?  
Yet Nature perfects no such Peace alone,  
But Grace and Faith their working there-upon.  
The Holy Man, is only he that's wise,  
For only Heaven he holds before his Eyes.  
And what is here Below, and Earthly, he  
That uses only for Necessity.  
And so, as that they find him and afford,  
To serve his Needs, while that he serves his LORD.  
His Senses so he tempreth and commands,  
That they t'obey his Spirit ready stands.  
Which in an Orb Aethereal doth move,  
Stirred by a Strength and Power from Above.  
And by observing Nature's Course and Laws,  
The Art of Reason, he acquires, and knows.  
And Treads on the th'Earth, and traveling, doth remain,  
While he turn Earth; and be trod on again.  
Although his Soul, enlarged from Carnal Strife,  
Do live in Heaven, that gave his Senses Life:  
Until the Resurrection of the Flesh,  
That from the Earth shall rise, refynd, and fresh:  
When all the World is waltering up-syde-downe:  
When Fortune fawns, or when the Fates do frown:  
He happy doth his Spirit possess in Peace,  
Because supported with the Power of Grace.  
His Charity, and librall Hands declare,  
Of Others Want, his kind and Christian Care.  
He gladly gives, of what his GOD hath given,  
Which shall to him redoubled be in Heaven.  
To live to GOD, his Practice all doth prove:  
Heaven is through Faith, his Hope; the LORD, his Love..  
His Exercise is Prayer, his Studies be  
Into the Volumes of Divinity:  
And There he meditates, admiring most,  
Th'unit ' of the FATHER, SON, and Holy GHOST;  
Which never in all the numbers of his Days,  
Enough can he admire, extol, and praise.  
His Heart, (to watch his Eye) he ordains it:  
And to his Mouth a Door he makes his Wit.  
And both he ordains e'er, and doth direct,  
His Spirit from sinful Pleasure to protect.  
He lives not like a Worldly Worm, that does  
For Permanent, Things perishing, here choose.  
No, no, his Love is set on Things unseen,  
And ravished with Wares that are Divine.  
His Love is Heavenly, Holy, and doth hold  
No Holy Days with Love of Mundane Mould.  
Wherhfore he's liable to many Losses,  
And oft incurs and cumbered is with Crosses.  
Yet Heavenly Helps, and Hope up-holds him so,  
That Loss no Loss, nor Cross he counteth no.    

An Old Man. 49.  

THe Instance of a Tract of Time of Years,  
Wherein declining, Nature's Power appears:  
When by Defect of Senses see we may,  
The use of Reason both restrained, and stay.  
Bot yet his Knowledge with his Time confer,  
And he shall prove Experience Calendar.  
Tho in the power of Action he is not,  
As't were a Blank, extracted from a Lot.  
He is a Subject bot of Sickness now,  
And Weakness Agent, that the Back most bow.  
Crossed with the Coagh, and a corrupted Breath:  
And so Praecursor to approaching Death.  
An Old Man, ●…s bot half a Man, and twice  
He turns to be a Bairne, and childish lies.  
he's bot the living Picture of a Man,  
And is a very dying Creature than.  
Behold him well, and in effect you'll find  
Him bot a Bladder, blown and stuffed with Wind.  
he's like a withered Tree, and arride Root,  
That buds not, flowrisheth, nor bears no Fruit.  
And like a Weather-worne, and Tyme-torne House,  
Decaying fast, and falling ruinous.  
Tho in his dying and declining Growth,  
Yet is he Pepper in the Eyes of Youth.  
He is the jest of Love, and for Infirmity  
He may the Mirror be of Misery.  
Yet Aged Locks, and Silver Hairs, deserve  
That Youth should reverence, regard, and serve.  
For Honour often times, and Wisdom both,  
Into an Old Man's Gown and Garment goeth.  
Aged Gravity, and great Experience,  
Doth challenge both Respect and Reverence.  
His wise advise, his Counsel true and sage,  
By Practice long, oft proved, from Youth to Age,  
Should with all States and Persons be respected:  
And not in Honourable Age neglected.  
His Words are Oracles; they should be Noted  
In Kalendars, for Common use, and Quoted▪  
His Actions should be imitate, and choosed,  
To be thereafter for Exemples used.  
But as the Time, and Torch of Wax doth waste;  
So, live he ne'er so long, he dies at last.    

A Young Man. 50.  

THe Spring of Time, when Nature minds to vent,  
Her Pride, and best of Beauties, excellent:  
And to the World show and exhibit will,  
Her Art Divine, inimitable Skill.  
He is the Love, and the Delight of th'Eye▪  
And well considered, singular to see.  
His Flesh and Spirit, are at a Just and jarring,  
And he is all in Making, or in Marring.  
His Wit and Will, stands at intestene Strife,  
If This, or That, shall Lord and lead his Life.  
His Virtues be in Waxing, or in Waning,  
And all his Good, in losing, or in Gaining.  
His Thrift is as he guides him, and begins,  
If Tentlesse, sure he tynes, if Wisel', he wins.  
His Credit is (what ever be his Calling,)  
And Honour in the Mounting, or the Falling.  
His Life is in th'Increasing, or Decay,  
And he walks in the Wide, or Narrow Way.  
He is a Bloome, that's blasted in the Bud,  
Or grows to be a Fruit that's fair and good.  
he's like a Bird, that dies ere Nature brings  
Her to make use, and venture to her Wings.  
Or like a Colt, that is Fensce-fed, and Idle,  
And None can break, without a Stryping Bridle.  
Or Falcon-like, must be well Manned, and Framed,  
Else he can never, or hardly, be reclaimed.  
He is Dames Nature's Darling, and her Io,  
And chiefest Charge of Reason is also.  
His Exercise is Study, in his Youth,  
Or it is Action, in his elder Growth.  
His Studies are unto his Pleasure's most,  
Or upon Knowledge is bestowed his Cost,  
The Disposition marked of his Mind,  
Declares him jade-lyke, or of jennet kind.  
His Carr●…age is a Trying Table, or Touch.  
That proves him Gentle, or degenred much.  
For Youth is like to Lumps of Lead, or Wax,  
That at the Workers Will th'Impression takes.  
Which being hardened, and becoming cold,  
Th'Indented Dints and form it hath, doth hold.  
The Qualit of his Birth, frames him perforce,  
In his Vpbringing better, be or worse.  
And while Experience fine, and Reason fit,  
His Understanding, he's no Man as yet,  
No, rather bot a Child; and I may say,  
With Flattery to be depraved, a Prey:  
And doth consist and stand in such a Case,  
As either he, is in the Way of Grace,  
To prove a Saint; or walking in his Evil,  
And Path of Sin, shall doubtless grow a Devil.    
FINIS.