ΚΟΣΜΟΒΡΕΦΙΑ, OR THE INFANCY OF THE WORLD: With an Appendix of Gods resting day, Ed●n Garden; Mans Happiness before, Misery after, his Fall.  
Whereunto is added, The Praise of Nothing; Divine Ejaculations; The four Ages of the world; The Birth of Christ;  
Also a Century of Historical Applications; With a Taste of Poetical FICTIONS.  
Written some years since by N. B. then of eton School;  
And now published at the request of his Friends.  
London, Printed for Robert Crofts, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Crown in Chancery Lane, under Sergea●ts Inn, 1658.   


Basilius Seluciensis:  Deus cum res creatas in morem scalae adaptaverit, per case sui amantibus, ascensum ad se extruxit. Sermone p●imo.  

Basilius Magnus:  
Deus fecit mundum: ut bonus, utilem: ut sapiens, pulcherimum: ut poten●, maximum.  
Si haec didicerimus, nos ipsos agnoscemus, D●um cognoscemus, conditorem adorabimus, Domino serviemus, patrem glorificabimus, nutricium diligemus, benefactorem reverebimur, authorem praesentis et futurae v●tae colere nunquam desinemus. In Hexametr●.    

Augustinus.  
Interrogavi molem mundi, dic mihi, esne tu deus meus? et respon●it voice forti: Non sum Deus tuus, said per ipsum ego sum: quem quaer●s in me, ipse fecit te et me, et cum quaere supra te et supra me.  In solil●qūijs. Pro. 16. 4. The Lord hath made all things for himself. Pro. 3. 19. The Lord by wisdom hath founded the Earth, by understanding hath he established the Heavens. Psal. 8, 1. O Lord our God, how excellent &c.  

To the Right honourable, FRANCIS ROUS, Esq; Provost of eton Coll. and one of the Council to his Highness the Lord Protector: N. B. wisheth increase of grace, and peace, in Christ here; and everlasting glory hereafter.  
Right HONOURABLE,  
it is now six years complete, since I was through your favour, removed from my late reverend fathers side; and placed in that Famous, and flourishing School of eton: from whence, after somc continuance there, having not the happiness( nor was I alone) to be transplanted elsewhere, in a college of the same foundation: whither want of learning, or somewhat else, as much( what if I say more?) looked upon by many now adays, or both, were impediments? I shall not now stand to determine; but sure I am, though I could be so forward as the best, yet was I as ardently desirous after knowledge as the most, and happily, I may truly say of others, what I should blushy to say of myself; that in them was verified that of the Poet Juvenal,  

Haud facile emergunt quorum virtutibus obstat  
Res angusta domi.  
Can virtue be advanced? now, virtue's poor;  
Thou bring'st nought( friend) go get thee out of door.   
Neither doth it now repent me of going into that Labyrinth, though I could not get out by the same clue: for I confess it hath much bettered my knowledge, in the finding out many difficult intricacies in the most useful tongues. And that I might not be ungrateful unto you by whom I have profited, I thought it not amiss( especially knowing you to be affencted with Poetry) to present you, for a new-years gift, these first fruits gathered at play-times there; they being the recreative condiments to my Philological Studies; humbly craving your Honors acceptance of them: And although they are not so fair, nor so ripe for your sake as I could wish them, yet are they as good as the third Lustrum of mine age was then able to produce, which I hope may render them the more pardonable, if they taste harsh and untoothsome. I cannot but say they are too mean to stand in competition with so great a favour; yet I conceive they may serve as well as the best, to testify my unwillingness to stifle your name in the River Lethe, or to rak up the glowing embers of the encouraging bounty of my honourable Maecenas, in the ashes of Oblivion: My Muse therefore having nothing else, leaves these leaves with you as a concise epitome of the voluminous thankfulness own you by  
Canterb. Dec. 29. 1656. Sir, Your Honours obliged servant, and daily orator. NICH: BILLINGSLY.   

To the Candid Reader,  
Gentle Reader,  
I Little thought when first I composed these few lines, that they should ever appear in public view; but thy kind entertainment of my first Pilgrim that adventured abroad into the world, hath emboldened me( my friends likewise, whom I have cause to honor) very much encouraging me thereunto, to thrust upon thee this second also, which how well thou wilt use I know not, for that I must stand to thy courtesy; But I tell thee this beforehand, thou must not expect here any strong lines, high tow'ri●● fancies, and soaring inventions, which were( when I penned this) inconsistent with my boyish years. If the natures of Wells, Rivers, Fountains, Springs, Trees, Plants, Flowers, birds, Beasts, Fishes, stars &c. delight thee to know, thou hast them here set down as well as I could, and I wish they were better for thy sake then they are: although, I must needs say, I colected them for mine own pleasure and profit: For the first I found no better remedy to rouse myself out of my dampish malencholy( to which I was naturally inclined) then a fit of Poetry. For the second I conceived that my digesting into a little room what I found scattered here and there in divers Authors, touching this subject( which is so exceeding comprehensive) might be advantageous to my memory in the retaining of the several Species of things created, and that so my soul might rise up to a higher pitch, in admiring at the All creators glory. Thus( Reader) dost thou see how I aimed at mine own ends in scribbling this Tractate. Now my desire is thou mayst find the same ends in reading of it, that the lyrics words might be made good in me;  
Aut prodesse volunt &c.  

To profit or delight, Poets take care;  
Or to do both at once, delighted are,   
Thy friend to serve thee if thou pleasest. N. B.   

The Worlds Creation, sung by Mr. Nicholas Billingsly, at fifteen years of Age.  

PEace to Du Bartas Ghost: no murders here,  
Or should we touch our dear dead Sylvester  
Would vocal blood out murder murder cry,  
With witnesses in gules, 'gainst Billingsl●?  
No, no great souls, your weeks all yeares out-run,  
And like your world wait on C●nflag●ation.  
At first divinest love with brooding wings  
Made warm the worlds great egg, in which all things  
Like atoms slept until th' Eternal one  
Old nothing wakened to perfection.  
Since when some wits at Mose● bush took light,  
Enough to blind the dim▪ ey▪ d Stagyrite:  
And by their numbers taught Philosophy;  
How, when began the worlds E●iphanic.  
Amongst the r●st our friend not past fifteen,  
Who from his girdle upward's, epicene;  
Apollo-like, without a beard, nor can  
His doubtful chin betray him to be man.  
This Cockrel-muse betimes in his own morn,  
Hath clapped his wings, and sung the World is born.   
Wl: jacob. {αβγδ}   

To my friend the Author of this Book cvi Titulus est Κοσμοβρεφία  

Non sat erat legisse semel, bis terque libellum,  
Ipse quater legi, lectus& usque iuvat.   

Dull Panigericks are not worth a rush,  
Good wine will sell without an Ivy bush;  
A well compacted Poem will invite  
Each Readers palate, whet the appetite:  
A comely feature needs no paint, and where  
Bright Sol doth shine, we need no Tapers there.  
Then take this Nothing naked as it is,  
A Metaphisick, hymn, or Genesis:  
Du Bartus first,( let Bartas have his due)  
Imparted to us what Sylvester knew.  
My learned friend well mounted, ergo bolder,  
Vpon Du Bartas and Sylvester's shoulder,  
Did ( Janus like) look backward and before  
And saw as much as all the rest, or more:  
Nay pregnant he, before his glass had run  
Full fifteen winters, was the Muses Son;  
Of nothing, he could something then indite,  
To non-plus him that was the Stagyrite.  
O cursed heretics! who dare to tell  
A race of men, before the first man fell:  
red but this Book thou wilt believe as soon,  
fantastic world's created in the Moon.   
Edvardus brown Cantuar. Reg. Scho. Archi-didasc. Januar. 1. 5656.   

{αβγδ}——  

God, the most great and mighty Architect,  
Did all of nought, but his own love, erect;  
And by the pleasure of hi● free good will,  
With wondrous works the heaven and earth did fill  
And on each creature in this Universe,  
Did strange and sundry natural gifts disperse:  
His boundless power, the dead from ground can raise  
And out of Sucklings mouths doth perfect praise:  
wisdom he gives to men of elder yeares,  
And it in very young ones oft appear●:  
Witness the Author of this worthy Book,  
Who at his age of fifteen undertook  
This his industrious and painful task,  
Gods wonders great in nature to unmasque:  
Wherein the reader may his soul delight  
Of God himself in having some sweet sight:  
Which should the heart to be set on him move,  
For his great goodness, wisdom, power and love.   By R. Cr. Reg. Scho. Cantuar. Hipo didasc.  

Amic● suo Authore amore nec non affinitate conjunctissimo.  

Ternis rem grandem verbis, includere dictus  
Unus erat Patrum; sit tria verba liber:  
Seria mira bonis ponis graviter queen libelum  
Musa dat; exiguum nec sale mole carens.   
Tho: Wotton.   

To my Son( in Law) upon his Poem.  

A Silly Ass for some disaster,  
reproved the madness of his Master:  
And shall not I speak now in season,  
Who am a man endowed with reason;  
Especially when God appears  
So merciful to tender years;  
In that he would his praise be sung  
By one that was exceeding young;  
To teach us how to bless his name,  
Who all-things did of nothing frame:  
My prayers shall still to God be sent,  
To bless his little instrument.   
John Stodder.   

To my dear Brother the Author of this Book called {αβγδ}.  

WHat writ so well as this, and but fifteen?  
How ripe art thou in wit? in years how green?  
In the Aurora of thine age, betimes,  
How expert art thou in composing rhymes?  
My Muse( alas!) scarce ever could aspire  
To make a verse; Apollo and his Lyre  
Are strangers to me; on the forked hill  
I never slumbered; never bathed my Quill  
In Hipocrene: but having red thy Book  
Of the Worlds birth, my Pen in hand I took,  
And went to writ, indeed, I could not choose  
But make a verse, inspired by thy Muse.  
I well remember what a deal a do  
I ma●e to fumble out a verse or two.  
When on Apollo, and the triple Trine,  
I only did reply for Discipline;  
Worth's in thy Book, and what care I who know it,  
Love wings my Muse; 'tis love makes me a Poet▪   
John Billingsly.   

To my good friend Mr. Nicholas Billingsly in Honor of this work, penned by him about the fifteenth year of his age.  

GOd that did all things out of Nothing raise,  
And hath from mouths of Babes ordained his praises  
When thou wast nothing but a suckling Muse.  
The Chaos of a man, he did infuse  
His grace so in thy heart, that thou in verse  
Didst portray out his glorious universe:  
To sing his praises, he did make thy Pen  
distill celestcal Nectar: yea, and when  
Thou wert a stripling he did then adorn  
Thy fruitful head with th' Amalthean horn.  
Thou like another Grand-seir, to each creature  
Hast given a name according to its Nature:  
Of Trees, Plants, Stones, their secret mysteries  
Of Beasts, and Birds thou writest plain Histories:  
Whiles others of thine Age misspent their times  
In toys and pastimes, thou in sacred rhymes  
Applid'st thyself to celebrate the praise  
Of God that first hath lent unto thee days:  
And if such fruit thy tender buds bring forth,  
In riper age admired shall be thy worth.   
Jo: Swan. Cleric. Ian: 20. 1656.   

To my friend the Author, on his Poem entitled {αβγδ},  

WHen I survey thy well-composed piece  
I stand amazed at thy rare Artifice  
Thy curious Pencil guided by a hand  
More skilful then Apelles could command,  
Hath, to the greatest Artists emulation,  
A stately landscape of the Worlds Creation,  
Drawn to the life: my friend each polished line  
Is guilded o'er with eloquence divine:  
Which feeds with loftier Ayers, judicious ears  
Then those caused by the motion of the Spheres.   

I'll only aedd, by way of approbation,  
Thy serious work's an heavenly Recreation,   
Francis tailor. Cant. Jan. 1. 1656.   

To his very loving friend, m. Nicholas Billingsly, on his accurate Poem.  

atoms, say some, by chance together thrown  
The world was made of: sure had they but known  
Of this its nobler birth, not one would dare  
To say that chance could make it half so fair.  
Here Epicurus who i●s Picture drew,  
●n lines like his opinion seldom true,  
In this composed piece, might at one sight  
Have seen to set both verse and judgement right▪  
Thus Sir, taking the blot from poetry,  
In this you make both it and truth agree.   
D. R. Col. Mert   

In amici sui opus exquisitum Κοσμοβρεφίαν.  

{αβγδ}  
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{αβγδ},  
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{αβγδ};  
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Jo: Cox. E Coll. Mer●▪ O ●on nuper Et●nens●●▪   

In Amici sui meri●isim●: Nicholas Billingsly amaenam Κοσμοβρεφίας Synopsin Carmen Encomiasticon, Januar. 16. 1657.  

In nova fert animus Lector? novus iste libellus  
Mira quidem dictu, said nova sacra tenet.  
Protulit ex nihilo divina potentia cuncta:  
Infantem Mundum, Musa tenella canit;  
Musa diu la●itans haec, Etonensis Alumni,  
Proripit in lucem; daunt tria lustra senem.  
Accipias lectu dignissima carmina; fructus  
Si ribi;& Authori laus; honor atque D●o.    

On the same:  

Those various Species which thine eye may look  
Vpon i'th' volume of the worlds gr●at Book,  
Six days was Midwife too; and then God ceased  
From working, yet from working doth not rest:  
For he it is supporteth all things still,  
By the Eternal purpose of his will.  
My friend( kind Reader) sends thee nothing less  
Then all-things pressing, from the sweeting Press:  
A work, some years ago by him compiled,  
At fitfteen years of age, a very child:  
The Muses nursed him on Parnassus tops,  
And fil'd his Quill with Heleconian drops;  
Which if thou mind, I make no question of it  
But thou wilt find pleasure co-chaind with profit.   
Tho. Carter. Cleric.   

In Amici sui meritò Charissimi Mundi Cunabula siue Κοσμοβρεφίαν.  

Carmine si molli vafrum traducere Ulyssem,  
Divorumque Ortua, truculentaque Cesaris arma  
Dicere Apollineis dignentur frondibus altis:  
Ab Jove principium primaque ab origine Mundi,  
Rerum primatias versu diducere causas,  
Quae laus? quod decus est aeterno marmore dignum?  
Scivimus Iliadas angusta in nuce coarctus;  
Ast hic in parvo cernendus Cortice Mundus;  
Omnia nempe tuo Serventur clausa libello;  
At nè cvique nihil justè videretur abbess,  
Et nihil extremum merito superadditur ipsum;   

Talia si scribas aevo miranda Minori,  
Q●anta suis tandem seris speremus ab annis.   
Jo. Wind Interi. Templi alumnus et nuper in Coll: Wad: Comm●ns.   

Deo Ter Opt. Max.  

OH from thy radiant Throne above  
Look down on me, Great God of love:  
With sacred Light my Soul infuse,  
And wing, for flight, mine unfledg'd Muse,  
That she may like the morning Lark  
Mount up and sing: Lord I'm a spark;  
But if thy Bellows please to blow  
Me up, Oh then I needs must glow.  
My God to me a Being gave,  
To use those little gifts I have;  
Oh may I then to after days  
Make known my All-Creators praise;  
As by instinct the Loadstone draws  
The iron, as the Amber, straws;  
So let thy grace mine heart attract,  
Dear Lord! O make me have respect  
To all thy righteous Laws, begin  
To purge out all my dross: my tin  
Remove far from me; Oh inflame  
My frozen Spirit, to praise thy Name.  
Let Heaven fill me to the brim  
Above the world, Oh may I swim.  
And( as it were) my soul divorce  
From Transient joys: Oh steer my course  
According to thy compass: Guid  
My reeling pinnace, make the Tide  
Tranquil, and let the milder gale  
Of thy sweet Spirit, stuff my Sail,  
Until I safely am arriven  
At the desired Haven, Heaven;  
Where I shall see the God of nature,  
And always praise the worlds Creator.    

The Worlds Infancy.  

The Argument.  

God begins the Worlds Creation,  
Light from out of darkness brings.  
Giving wondrous Operation,  
To Wells, Rivers, Fountaixs, Springs.   
SECT. I.  

GOd, when besides himself there nothing was;  
But a rude Chaos, a confused Mass,  
Of things disordered; all together hurled,  
Did by his providence ordain the world.  
And first his, power, and celestial might,  
clear light extracted, from the shades of night,  
Then did he spread a glorious Curtain out,  
Spangled with stars, and glory round about,  
embossed with pearl, embroidered with gold,  
With Chrysolits, and Carbuncles enrould.  
O work to be admired; what pen? what story!  
Can point▪ can blazon the Almighties glory.  
I wanting Eagles eyes, am over-daz'd,  
With too great light and winking stand amazed,  
Thus, thus, heav'ns Architect by's word of power,  
Ed●ficated the ae●herial Tower,  
The Mass he dissipating, drew from thence,  
The Center of the va●● Circumference,  
The so●id substance altogether clung,  
And by g'ome●rica proportion hung,  
In figure of a Sp●aer; this naked globe  
He circumvested in a sea green rob,  
The Elements, Earth, Water, air, and Fire,  
Took each their station, Vu●can did aspire  
To the sublimest Orb, Jove next in power  
Predomi●ates: next him, the watery Bower,  
Of curl'd-hair Neptune stands and last of all  
Doth drossy Vesta to the bottom fall:  
V●sta's enthroned, Vesta that doth adorn,  
Her breasts wi●h flowers, and her lap with corn,  
Vesta si●k● down beneath her brothers sway  
Being of more solidity then they▪  
The dry▪ and humid, heavy, and the light,  
Soft▪ hard, b'ing opposites do disunite.  
Wet things with wet, could things commix with could,  
Hot things with hot, do correspondence hold.  
From the Seas raging Tyranny, the Land  
Is kept( Oh power) with slipp'ry walls of sand.  
Had the Sea leave to range beyond its bound  
Earth'● fabric would( undoubtedly) be drowned;  
But the Almighties force of arms assuage  
Th'impetuous threats of her imperious rage:  
The Sea( now mildred) engirds the earth abou●,  
And like a Snake goes wriggling in and out:  
The M●rine Empress lib'rally bestows  
Her store, and into divers Channels flows.  
A River in the late world brought to light  
Runs all the day, and resteth all the night.  
Conspicuous silver waved Euphrates,  
P●yes tribute to the domineering seas,  
The streams of Tanais, transparent Po  
And clear Erid'nus, from the Ocean go.  
The rive● Erax, and the swift Meander,  
Whose winding Mazes in and out do wander,  
( Much like the Lab'rinth of faire Rosamond  
Or that Daedalian frame which did abscond  
The monstrous Minotaur, in former dayes  
So intricate for their retorted ways)  
Niphates bringing Tigers up and Phasis  
Fall on and Court with amorous embraces  
The fair Queen Glance; nimble-footed rhine  
Whose earth-dividing course both run between  
The Belgians, and the Germans, hath its motion  
From Phorbas, Phorbas Kingling of the Ocean.  
The Amazonian Thermodontin brooks,  
And Oax also to the Ocean looks.  
The river Jordan is a stream compounded  
Of Jor and Dan, by cursed Asphaltis bounded.  
Gold-sanded Tagus, and the bow-string Tybur,  
Yellow Pactolus, and Cantabrian Iber,  
Take from the Seas their rise, the flowing Ganges,  
With wandring current through the orient ranges  
Septemfluous Nilus, and Armenian Tigris,  
Libanian Jordan, Aquitanian Ligris,  
Arcadian Ladon, and the Thuscian Arne,  
The Thracian Stroymon, the Campanian Sarne,  
Rhone, Incest, Lister, and the Marsyan tides,  
Flow from, and to, the swelling Oceans sides:  
Caucasian Indus, which receiveth plenty  
Of pleasant rivers wanting one of twenty.  
And what doth Simois? and what Matrona,  
But wait and tend upon the Queen Diona?  
All rivers in the world, or small or mighty  
Derive their lineage, from great Amphitrite,  
Hence comes our British Severn, weigh, lug, Umber  
And thousands too innumerous for number.   

But stay my Muse thou hadst almost forgot  
The Kentish Medway one of greatest note  
Next to that famous navigable Thames  
Whose breasts are silv'red with compounded streams  
Which bear up floating houses, what a train  
Of lusty watermen doth Thames maintain?  
Who though with rapid force they're backward hurled  
Yet are they often forward in the world.  
Great London is the Bow, the Thames the string  
The Boats are arrows which about do spring  
The Streams Sabbatical do rest and stay.  
In observation of the Sabbath day.   

Add here the German Savenire Pouhont,  
And med'cinable Spa in great account  
For its effecting strange unheard of things,  
unparalleled by none unless the springs  
Of Tunbridg famous in our Kentish county,  
For casting up their subterraneous bounty,  
Which relishing of Iron, and sulph'ry veins  
Cures well nigh all infirmities and pains,  
Nay lengthens life causing the fates t'unspin  
Lifes drawn out thread, hath any got the spleen?  
The dropsy? the vertigo? or the ston?  
These waters will yield remedy alone.  
Suppose th'art lunatic, or Planet struck,  
Hear's that will help thee, if thou hast the luck  
To come and take it, is it thine endeavour  
To be rid of the colic or the fever,  
Or the Obstructions of the Mesentery,  
reins, Melt, and liver? wouldest thou fain be merry  
And freed from Melancholy? if you please  
To use these waters, doubtless, you'l have ease;  
Gouts Ischyatica's, the French-mans pox,  
And what flows from Pandora's opened box  
These Springs resist, and for your comfort here  
Green sickness, Maids, a remedy is near.  
And you, disheartened Sarahs, do but come  
And drink, and you'l have an enlarged womb.  
In brief, to cure all maladies, there dwells  
A sovereign virtue in these Tunbridge Wells.   

Nor must I leave those bristol Baths which are  
For their effects so wonderful, so rare.  
All Aches Cramps, Convulsions▪( and what not?)  
Dy in those waters naturally hot.  
Well, I cou●d wish those Authors of disorders  
T●o much increased in those B●istoll borders  
I mean that frantic self-afflicting crew  
Of trembling Quakers, with their Captain too  
Tongue-bored Nailor, branded in the forehead  
W●th B for blasphemy, were in those torrid  
And ●●●lding Currents forced to stand while  
My Ge●ius tells me they'd at last recoil  
〈◇〉 fond conceits, and soon be a forsaking  
Their censuring others, and give over Quaking.   

The ub'rous fountains and each conduit brings  
Its store of water from their bubbling springs,  
Of Neptune's stock Acidalus came down,  
Yielding her store, to the Baeotian Town.  
So Aganippe is a sacred fountain,  
U●'d by the Ladies of the by-fork'd mountain,  
And Arethusa, whose mellifluous womb  
Is sweet, nay sweeter then the honeycomb.  
What should I speak of th' Hippocrenian Well?  
And what shall I of the Clitorian tell?  
The first whereof the Muses haunt a brook  
The hoof of winged Pegasus hath strook  
The other Fount,( it seems to me divine,)  
Can make men sober when ore took with wine,  
The Well Telpissa, is so could so chill  
That it Tyresia,( as they say) did kill,  
Th' Ammonian Fount, is could and hot by turns  
could in the day, and in the night it burns.  
'tis said the sportful Eleusinian spring,  
Will dance when shepherds are disposed to sing,  
Clarean a Well( for it there needs no strife,)  
Doth lengthen eloquence, but shortens life,  
Sweet Helicon's a consecrated Well.  
To th'Muses, in it do the Muses dwell.  
Phineus, a Well, is wholesome in the day  
To drink, but hurtful in the night( men say)  
The fount Cabura yields a fragrant smell,  
The well Halcyon, danceth very well,  
Cilician Cydnus, cures the gout. the spring  
Leucoges eye sight to the blind doth bring,  
Cyzices quencheth hot Idalian fire,  
A draft of Lycus causeth life t'expire.  
All things do in the gulf of Sylla sink.  
The Stream Anyger, casts a loathsome stink:  
Azanium is a Well which doth incline,  
Bacchus his Genial Friends to loathe all wine.  
Athamas water setteth wood on fire  
Making the kindled flames for to aspire.  
There are a number more which he that looks  
Shall find set down in Learned Authors Books,  
My Muse hath touched the chiefest she hath red,  
And tired with search, discretion calls to bed.    

The Argument.  

God doth in a lib'ral measure,  
Furnish these inferior Bowers  
With a large unsumm'd up treasure,  
Of Trees, and Fruits, Plants and Flowers.   
SECT. 2.  

AS soon as Gods all powerful hand had laid  
The worlds foundation, to the earth he said,  
Lay by thy mournful weeds, unite thy powers,  
And make a garland of the choicest flowers,  
embossed with Gems, and Diamonds; then crown  
Thy front, and put on an embroidered gown,  
Nay and the more thy glory for to grace,  
With liveliest colours beautify thy face.  
Put one thy Periwig, all fruits, plums, pears,  
Shall hang like jewels, dangling in thine ears.  
With that arose this new proclaimed Queen,  
Her Ebon mantle turned a gallant green,  
Befring'd with flowers; the Gorget that she wore  
Was laced with Flora's pride, bestarched ore  
With Deaws, and rory mists, her hand did hold  
A royal sceptre made of burnished gold.  
Rich Gems, rare jewels, precious stones are set  
Up charily in her wombs Cabinet.  
This stately Empress don's her dangling T●●sses,  
And makes no more ado but tricks and dr●sses  
Her wanton bosom with delightful flowers,  
'Gainst fellows descending in his silver showers.  
The heav'ns as braclets, her pure hands bedeck  
The stars are Beads which go about her neck,  
Her lily neck so that fair Venus seeks  
Her heav'n-stol'n beauty in her earthly cheeks,   

Wild Ash trees from earths swelling matrice spring  
The river Sallowes, fens forth Alders bring  
The myrtle loves the shore, Vines do enfold  
Their arms on hills, the Yew three haunts the could,  
The fruitful Almond from earths womb doth come  
The sweet-scent aromatic Balsamum;  
The box-tree ever green, the towering Cedar,  
The stately Pine, which doth in height succeed her  
The lovely Chery-trees sanguineous sap,  
Is nourished in Demegorgon's lap,  
The war used Cornell, and the M●st-ful Beach,  
The funeral Cypress, and the velvet Peach,  
The Ambrosiack cinnamon, the fig,  
The P●mpkin and the aged oak( so big)  
The juniper which yields a fragrant smell,  
And Sea green Willows on the earth do dwell.  
The Daphnean laurel three, which doth not dread  
The thund'●ets voice, whose hair-abounding head  
Is never bald; but doth for ever flourish,  
Springs from the earth, it is the earth doth nourish  
The never fading Palms; the beauteous fir  
Streight as an arrow; and the red'lent myrrh,  
The broad branched Plane-tree, with his spacious leaves  
The wanton Jvy which adhers and cleavs  
To other arbours, groweth every where,  
The downy Popl●r, The Piram'dal pear,  
The Melt-tree, Weapons Needles thread, affords  
Clothes-Honey, Sugar, Balm, Wine, Parchment, Cords  
The Vine suporting Eim, the pearly Plum,  
The baleful P●●ch-tree, sweeting forth its gum.  
The fulsome Bullace, and the prickly Holly,  
The furred coat Chestnut, and the shrub Trifolly,  
The golden Orange, and the plush-coate Quince,  
Which ord'red well yields Marm'let for a Prince,  
The shad●e Linden, gooseberries and Wardens,  
The Mulb'ry Raspb'ry, Strawb'ry, grow in gardens   

All these and many more come from the earth  
Earth gives them nutriment as well as birth,  
The earth, mother of all things; suckles all  
Her vegetative ofsprings, great and small   

At Gods command Dame Tellus decked her bowers  
With verdant herbs, and Odorif'rous Flowers,  
Of sundry virtues, and of sundry hue,  
Some green, some read, some yellow, white, some blew.  
Here doth the Cardu's-Benedictus grow,  
Both to the plague and ston a deadly foe:  
Here jaundis-cureing, whorehound, which is good  
Against the Asthma; heer is Southern-wood  
Good against fevers; here the Worm-wood eases  
All Surfeits, drunk'ness, choleric Diseases.  
Cough-chasing, Rocket, Rue-expelling vapours,  
Which dim the sight; the pallat-pleasing Capers  
Helping the Spleen; sweet-scenting Marjoram  
Is here; and there the balm of Abraham;  
Here grows the Beet; yonder the Daffadill;  
And there the fragrant spreading Cammomill;  
Here is Mint, Centory, and Columbine,  
And there the Cowslip and the Eglantine;  
See here is Ey-bright, Annis, Cummin, Carry,  
Dittander there, behold the herb Cost-mary,  
Here is Germander, Melilot also,  
And Harts-tongue, Harts-horn, Harts-ease, there do grow  
Roots white and read, and chockly, Artycocks,  
Here maidens hair is, alias, Venus locks,  
Here thriveth Hyssop, Lavender, and Sorrel,  
Yonder the Night-shade, called Pety-morel,  
Here Palma-Christi doth itself expand,  
There Peneroyal, royaly doth stand.  
Here groweth parsley, yonder sprouteth Tansy;  
And here the Lovage, yon' the Lovers Pansy.  
Her's drowsy poppy, there are Dasies blowing,  
And sweet Angelica is yonder growing:  
Here Cic'ry springs, there Fumitory thrives,  
Staves-aker lives here, that the louse unlives.  
Here's sovr'aine Rhubarb, yonder is sweet Basil,  
There Fullers herb, known by the name of Thasil,  
Yonder spread Mandrakes, the neglected Nettle,  
There doth its foot in Tellus bosom settle.  
Here's Sav'ry, Savery, and hellebore,  
( Of which they say Anticyras hath store)  
Parsnips, and turnips, and Potatoes too,  
Coleworts, and Cabbage, and the Radish do  
Rise from the ground; elecampane, the Rape,  
And all plants else have from the earth their shape  
All sorts of grain Wheat, Barley, oats, and Poder  
Whose sap-less stalks the stall-fed Ox do fodder.  
borage, and Bugloss, Fennel, Water-cresses,  
Dame Tellus with all these her bosom dresses,  
Now walk we( Reader) into Flora's Bowers,  
For recreation; here are curious flowers,  
To make fine Posies with; here here behold  
The purple Violet, and Marigold.  
Seest how these variegated beds do show  
As many colours as the Rainy Bow?  
Here's choice of Pinks,& banks of Damask Roses  
Their sight doth pleas our eyes, their smell, our noses  
The clear faced lily smiles, so here great store  
Of Gil' flowers, Tulips, and— but what need more  
In vain alas! in vain I go about  
To reckon all the branches which do sprout  
From out Methymna; the Hyblean Bees,  
And yellow sands, near the Pactolian Seas,  
Are not so numerous, the stars give place  
( If numbered) to the Demegorgon's race,  
'tis night, and Titan his refulgent beams  
Doth hid their glory in the Western streams  
The third day left a universal shade,  
And heaven was pleased with the works he made.    

The Argument.  

God doth the Canopy of heaven,  
With sparkling glittering Gems inlay.  
The twelve signs, and planets seven.  
Strange effects, the Milky way.   
SECT. 3.  

THe morrow after, when the light be purl'd  
The yearly mantle of the new-made world;  
Heav'ns hand, still nilling to be idle, gilded  
The earths fair ceiling, he before had builded.  
stars are heav'ns scutcheons, thick as Argus eyes  
They hang, and twinckle in the marble skies  
Of great or lesser magnitudes, each one  
Shine like the Iacynth and the jasper ston.  
But far more glorious, yea they go beyond  
The fy'ry Carbuncle, the Diamond,  
And golden Crisolit, their beauty shines  
So bright, nay brighter, then the wealthy Mines  
Of hot Arabia, or Pactolean Seas,  
The tails of Peacocks, are but toys to these,  
The purple amethyst, the Hesphesite,  
And costly O pall's nothing near so bright;  
Earths rarest jewels, mayn't with them compare,  
The costliest Gems are not so rich as they're:  
These pearls which garnish the etherial story,  
Are lively emblems of their makers glory.   

These glittering spheres, about the axle roll  
Which joins to th' arctic and antarctic Pole:  
This part could Boreas, and the North star sees:  
Hot Auster, vieweth the Antipodes.  
The Ursa mayor, and the Minor too,  
Their backs turned to it, round the North Pole go:  
The Dragon, which did keep through watchfulness  
The golden apple of th' Hesperides  
Much like the windings of a river flows,  
His widened mouth like a Charybdis shows.  
Herc'les beneath him kneels, next whom the Crown  
Of Ariadne, on the earth shines down.  
Here Snake-engirted Serpentarius stands,  
Squeezing the bending Snake in's gripping hands,  
Under him scorpion exporrected lies:  
There Libra's beam, turns in the Azure skies.  
Arctophylax here drives his wain; in's groin  
The radiant lustre of a lamp doth shine;  
He treads on Virgo who a sheaf doth bear,  
Next whom appeareth Berenices hair,  
The great Bears hind feet, on the Lion tread,  
Cancer and geminy with his doub e head  
Are next, and near to Leda's egg hatched twins  
Auriga holds strong wine; close by him shines  
The rainy star of the Olenian goat;  
Iove's nurses next Aix and Aelice note.  
Here prostrate on the floor, behold a Bull,  
Whose sublime horns with stars are beautiful:  
The brood-hen or the rainy Hyades  
See there,( some call them the Atlantides)  
The tail of Cynosure the little bear  
Points at the widened Arms of Cepheus there,  
Whose sad wife Cassiopea next complains  
For her Andromeda, bound fast in chains:  
Next winged Pegasus on high doth mount  
Whose hoof struck whilom th' Heliconian Fount;   

And just before the Dwarf in fetters bound  
{αβγδ} or Triangulus is found.  
Two fishes, linked by their tails ly forth,  
One Southward, and the other towards the North,  
A sword in Perseus right hand out is spread,  
In's left the snaky haird Medusa'es head.  
He sits among the Pleiad's, his winged shoes.  
Most sweetly there the Lyre of Merc'ry goes.  
The Armiger of love, spreads here her wings,  
And there the Swan that her own El'gy sings.  
See where swift Pegasus his mouth is placed,  
There Joves Cup-bearer ganymede is graced;  
Beneath whom doth arise the Capricorn,  
There Sagitarius doth the Heav'ns adorn,  
His winged dart flies from his boisterous string  
Betwixt the Eagles. and the Vulters wing.  
The Dolphin last of all swims in the North,  
Which saved Arion, in the Sea cast forth.  
( Sweet Jesu! bear me to the Port of Sion,  
Be thou my Dolphin I'll be thy Arion.  
Orion mounteth▪ nigh the southern Pole,  
With golden belt begyrt; his left-foot sole:  
He gently dippeth in the silver streams  
Of swift Erid'nus; next the Dog-starr gleams,  
Whose yelping frights the Hare; there swims the Whale.  
Pegasian Argo next is under sail,  
Which bore the Argonauts, and Peers of Greece,  
Together with the Colchian golden fleece.  
The Southern Garland, called Ixion's wheel,  
Lies under horned Sagittarius heel.  
Yonder is the Thuribulum divine;  
There doth the Kid; and here the Centaur shine.  
In folds, the truc'lent Hydra lies, enrould,  
On whom stands Corvus, and a cup of gold  
The Crater of the Powers: in the skies  
By th'egg-hatch'd breth'ren, little protion lies.  
See there the embroyred Bauldrick, and the stars  
Thereon engraved, Supine Astronomers.  
The Ram, Bull, Twins, Crab, Lion, Virgo, Scale,  
Scorp, Archer, Capri. Aquar. Pisces, call:  
The Ram, the Bull, the Twins, show in the Spring  
Crab, lo, Virgo, do the summer bring.  
Scale, Scorpion, Archer, gather corn together,  
goat Gan'med, Pisces, rise in winters weather.  
Six Springs, and Harvests Aequinoctials share,  
Summer and winter's Solstice six declare.  
Seav'n wandring Planets, you may here see soon,  
Saturne, jove, Mars, Sol, Venus, Merc'ry, Moon.  
From these alone, from these etherial flames  
The Seav'n days of the week derive their nam's,  
God placed in the Firmament of heaven  
These pilgrim-planets, all in number seven  
They and the golden Bauldricks thrice four powers,  
Have influence in these bodies of ours:  
They rule the Head, Neck, Arms,& breast complete.  
Back, Bely, Reins, Secrets, Thighs, Knees, Legs, Feet,  
Ther's many thousand nameless glittering globe,  
Here inter-woven in this spangled rob.  
And in Earth's Tester, all with stars set round  
The Lactea via of Jehova's found:  
This way doth led to the Tribunal Throne  
Of thundering jove, this is the way alone  
Conducts to bliss, if thou wilt enter in  
Thy milk-white conscience must be free from sin:  
The way doth ly direct, thou canst not miss:  
¶ A pure white conscience is the way to bliss,    

The Argument.  

The Creation of the Sun  
And the Moon in full carrier,  
They alternately do run  
Unto either Hemisphere.   
SECT. 4.  

When heavens great builder had about enrould  
This Marble Gallery, with studs of gold;  
He made the greater, and the lesser light  
Alternately to rule the Day and Night;  
Illustrious Phaebus his refulgent face,  
The upper and the lower world doth grace,  
With equal splendour; his irradient beams  
Refresheth all things; his ignivomous teams  
Run restless razes; his all-quickning power  
Gives life and breath to every plant and flower;  
Unto our sight it ev'dently appears,  
His revolution makes up days and years:  
He circulates in twice twelve hours time  
The Universe, spends half in this our climb,  
And when his Chariots rapid wheels are whirled  
Into the Climates of th'inferiour world;  
He on the lower Hemisphere displays  
His Rosy light and bright refu●gent rays,  
Then pale-faced phoebe riseth to fulfil  
Her nightly course, ascending up the hill  
Of the renoun'd Olympus, joys to spread  
The glittering glory of her new-made head,  
Silv'ring the world in her nocturnal race,  
She reigns as Empress in her brothers place  
And emulates his rays,( although more dim)  
What light she hath is all derived from him;  
She every month doth wax and wane and show  
Now Semicircled like a half bent bow:  
But when Sol doth against her full face shine,  
Earth interpoz'd in the Eccliptick line;  
Her round cheeks are eclipsed, her masked face  
Admits the glory of its borrowed grace,  
She wears a Cypress hood and overshrouds  
Her shamfac'd countenance, in the gloomy clouds.  
This Nights fair Lady, by her influence brings  
admired effects to sublunary things.  
O sacred prudence, every day nay hover  
Sets forth the greatness of th' Almighties power,  
His power fills all things, if I tower the skies  
I do behold it in those twinkling eyes.  
do not I see it in the burnished Sun,  
And Moon, which round about their circled run?  
And if from heaven I to the earth descend,  
Are not his wonders there without an end  
Nay sail I out into the boundless Seas  
Gods goodness meets me; go I where I please  
His mercies find me; if I take the wings  
Of fair Aurora, if I search the springs  
Of his abundant grace; and if I ●oul  
Even from the arctic to th'Antarctick Pole.  
His favours do prevent me; Sea and Land  
enriched are by the All-creators hand.  
Dive I to the sulphureous pit of hell,  
There, there th' eternal doth in Iustice dwell  
Look here, look there, nay turn I where I will  
I see Gods greatness and his goodness still.  
No Gods with him may equalized be;  
Where is there such another God as he?  
I stand amazed, on his stupendious name,  
O with what words may I express the same▪  
And now the Major-General of day,  
( Whose eye doth all things in the world survey)  
Hastens his Chariot to th' Hesperian streams,  
Un-yokes his horses hides his blewing beams  
In Thetis bosom; by the western Seas  
He setting, riseth to th' Antipodes.  
The sable Curtains of thick darkness spread  
To give us notice Sol is gone to bed:   

Night harnisseth her Stallions, and doth crown  
Her head with poppy; in a mourning gown  
She widdow-like appears; a leaden mace  
Her sleepy hand engrasps, her steps deface  
The Chrystal-brow of day, and out she spreads  
The spangled Orb of heaven, about the beds  
Of every thing that draweth breath she closes  
All eyes and leaves them to their sweet reposes:  
All things do sleep, the Lady of the night  
entering her brothers place, borrows his light;  
Pale Luna rising from the Orient streams  
Of Thetis brandisheth her trembling beams:  
Th' Olimphick tower sh' ambitiously aspires  
Concomitated with her sister fires.  
The perfect colours of all earthly things  
Are hide with dim-ey'd darkness sable wings:  
The fourth day left a universal shade,  
And heaven was pleased with the works he made.    

The Argument.  

God replenisheth the waters  
With innumberd living creatures,  
Giving to them divers natures,  
Properties, and several features.   
SECT. 5.  

WHen rosy-fac'd Aurora did unfold  
Her dappled Curtains, fringed with burnished gold,  
And rudie Titan from his saffron bed  
roused the glory of his early head:  
God spake the word, and fishes small and mighty  
furnished the Courts of Sea-green Amphitrite;  
The family of Neptune soon amounted  
To a great number more then can be counted.  
Some of these wat'ry Citizens do love,  
Salt habitations; others fresh approve.  
Nature hath given to these new formed creatures,  
Diversities of natures, names, and features.  
The Sturgeon loves to swim against the stream;  
These live in pounds, the Perch, the Roch,& Bream,  
The retrograding, Crab the Canther chast,  
The Cephalus find in the Sea repast,  
He hides his head then thinks himself secure,  
The crafty Barble first unhooks the Lure.  
" Great Neptune's Sea clerk called the Calamary,  
" About him doth his Pen and Penknife carry.  
The lousy Arica feeds upon flesh,  
The Lamp'ry, Salmon live in waters fresh.  
The tongueless Carp, doth in the fish pond dwell  
The eyeless Cockle walketh from his shell.  
The music charmed Dolphin, feried ore  
Sea cost Arion to the wish▪ d for shore.  
The fish Plagusia swimeth one her sides,  
The Remora resisteth winds and tides.  
Large Oars stu●'d sails, and cleaving to a ship  
Strongly and straingly stops it, if you ripp  
Thorn'd-foot Echinus, and him water give,  
He'l reunite his parts dis-joyn'd and live.  
The wide-mouth'd Labrax ever loves to yawn:  
She Pearl-fish, always leagueth with the Prawne.  
Are you a hungry go and catch a Conger  
What fish is larger then the Whale or longer?  
His monstrous bulk doth like an iceland seem,  
Around enclosed in a watery stream.  
The gilden Spirlings in could winters weather,  
Ly round( to keep them warm) in balls together.  
The winged Voligo 'bove the water flies;  
His head between his feet and belly lies,  
The Wolf-fishc ought, ploughs with his tail the sand,  
And hiding there, escapes the fishers hand.  
From Margarus our Margerites do come:  
The Meryx[ Cow like] chews the cud say some.  
When the Milvago 'bove the waves doth fly,  
Tempests and storms give o'er immediately.  
The Musculus( making his fins his Oars)  
Ushers the Whale from rocky shelves& shores.  
Ears to the belly of the Oysters join;  
The Oxyringus eyes most brightly shine.  
The Muscle and the speckled Leopard:  
The Peacock swimmeth like the heaven bestarr'd  
Pediculus the Dolphins parasite,  
Doth in the food, the Dolphin gets, delight.  
The bleating Sea calf, hath an hairy hid.  
The fraud'lent Manifeet loves paciride.  
Th'adultrous Sargus, the Sea grunting-hog,  
The Turbet the Caerulian speckled frog.  
The Scarus much delights to ruminate  
The Scolopender swal'wing hook and bait  
Vomits his bowels? having los'd the hook  
It slips them in again and is not took.  
The Stockfish is a fish that will not boil  
Unless you beat it with a stick a while  
The bane-tooth'd Cuttle nigh destructions brink  
Absconds her body with effused ink,  
Which while it dazzleth the poor fishers eyes  
From the surprizer then escapes the prise.  
The water's scale-backt golden-coated Ape,  
Is like the earths in colour and in shape.  
The Star-fish, by a natural instinct  
Burneth what e're it toucheth; would you think't?  
Tis said the Cramp fish will benumb the hands  
Of him that fisheth, and a distance stands.  
The Lampreys life within her tail doth ly:  
From Purple-fishes comes our purple dy.  
Nature doth the Amphibious Sea-calfe give,  
By water and by land full leave to live,  
She breeds upon the land and by degrees  
Her young sh' accustoms to the briny Seas.  
A thousand colours( if't be true) 'tis strange  
( As in Hyena's) in her eyes do range.  
The Sea grape squezed in the Vintage press,  
Of Wine will take away the irksomeness.  
The skin of Pompilous makes many a thong  
Of a great value ever-during strong.  
Th' Adult'rous Sargus changing mates behorns  
The pates of Hee-Goats which before had horns.  
Th' Vranoscop, always his eyes round balls  
Bands( as it were) against th' etherial walls.  
Lexus a fish is enemy to man,  
And man to him, both are each others bane.  
And thou Thymalus, left almost behind,  
What fish more precious then thy noble kind?  
Can any thing in sweetness thee excel?  
Yields any odour a more fragrant smell?  
Above all fishes thou deserv'st the palm,  
In that thou breathest like Arabian balm.  
The wry-mouth'd Plais, the whiteing,& the Mackrel:  
The slippry Eel, the Lobster, and the Cackrel  
Making the eater laxative; the Trout,  
The Herring King of fish, the Flownder, Pout,  
The Wraith, the Gudgeon, and the boneless Seal,  
And more there are, whose names I must conceal;  
A world of Paper, and a Sea of Ink,  
Would scarce suffice to hold them all I think.  
But ah! what do we? we must hast to th'shore  
The winds do rise, the waves begin to roar:  
Let's tack about, and strive the land to gain,  
Enough of roaming on the foaming main.  
Hark! Cliô hark! behold the warbling choir,  
Call thee to play upon thine ivory Lyre.    

The Argument.  

Heer there is a winged nation  
Wandring in the fields and groves,  
All of one kind keep, their fashion,  
God his fifth days work approves.   
SECT. 5.  

Now on the feathered fowls bestow thine eyes,  
( Kind reader) and observe their properties.  
Mark how they fly and cut the flitting air,  
These clap their wings, and those do quiter contrair  
Some run upon the ground, and some alway  
Do leap from bough to bough from spray to spray,  
These are delighted in the shady gtove;  
Whilst others in the open champion rove.  
Some choose to fly on high, and some as low,  
And some do fly as swift as others go.  
These hop about, while others love to sing  
The praises of their everlasting King:  
Some deserts haunt, some take a pride to show  
Their' pinions coloured like the rainy bow.  
The silvan Choristers in various notes.  
sand out sweet carols from their mus' call throats  
The warbling Philomel her Sonnets sings,  
So shrill that at the sound each forest ●ings.  
The milk-white Swan the river swims along,  
Dying, sings sweetest, her Elegious song.  
The pretty Linne●, and the whistling Thrush,  
And Mavis chant in every thorny bush  
ear▪ charming Ditties, and in ample st●ry  
Devulge the greatness of their makers glory.  
Nature to speak the Cissa doth inveigle  
'tis strange to think how the majestic Eagle  
The Armiger of jove, with piercing eye  
Dares to coufront the Sun's coruscancy.  
Amongst these airy citizens we find  
The Cipphos tost with every gust of wind  
The gaggling-Goose, the G●ssing,& the Gander;  
The brood-hen clucking, to and fro do wander:  
Th' indulgent Stork most gratefuly doth feed  
His aged parents, in their time of need:  
He b●oods and carries them; the kissing Dove  
Always lives single, having lost her love:  
Th' hedge Sparrow nourisheth the Cucko's eggs.  
The bide Apodes useth not his legs.  
Hast thou the Iaundice? Icterus but eye,  
And thou'lt recover but the bide will dy.  
The stately Cock, with his elated Crest  
Comes stalking on, new roused from his rest,  
His tail advanced, with a clear voice he crows,  
He daunts the Lion and the light foreshowes,  
Fair weather follows when the Cranes soar high  
Fowl weather follows when a place they fly.  
The greedy Corm'rant seeing storms before,  
With clam'rous noise doth hasten to the shore.  
The Cat faced melancholy Owl doth hollow  
The swift winged lofty winding garr'lous swallow  
Sings as she flies; this herald of the spring,  
From frozen winter flies with speedy wing.  
The great Bee backward flies, the Black-Bird loves  
To led a solitary life in groves.  
The Chough's fair body is about enroul'd  
With plumes of silver, mixed with plums of gold.  
The gnat-devouring Bat suckles her brood,  
And shreds( for she hath teeth) her gotten food.  
The prattling Parrot with his opned beak  
In human language takes a pride to speak.  
The Pel'can ●aress her breast her young ones slain;  
And with her blood reviveth them again.  
The chat'ring Py foretelling guests are near.  
The chirping sparrows under house eves are.  
The scent-strong Vulter in his flight most slow,  
Loves Carrion touching not what mortals sow;  
Five hundred miles doth putrid Carrion smell  
( If all be true Historians do tell)  
The inauspicious Crow, th' unlucky Kite.  
The witless Woodcock, and the simplo Snite:  
The long-neck'd hern, the wadling duck,& widgeon  
The gold-finch, bull-finch, chaffinch& the pigeon  
The Lapwing, Wagtail, Feildfare, and the Stare.  
The pleasant pheasant and the partridge rare.  
The Kestrel, Martin, Puet and the Plover,  
The Rook, the Titmouse, up and down do hover.  
The Robin-red-breast flieth too and fro,  
The Red-shank, Red-start and the Red-tail too.  
The ravenous Raven and the prattling jay,  
Proud of his borrowed plums, his plums so gay.  
The Iron eating Corp'sent ostrich runs  
As swift as doth a horse, Spinturus shuns  
No sacred place, for she a burning coal  
Hath from the Alters very often stolen.  
The envious Peacock hideth out of spite  
His med'cinable dung from human sight:  
Treads softly like a thief, but from his throat  
Yels out a horrible Tartarian note;  
A pride he takes in flinging up his head,  
And doth abroad his starie spangles spread.  
The Bee with laden thighs doth whom return  
With prudent art doth tare the honeycomb  
With flowery Tyhme( oh admirable thing!)  
So loud a humming voice, so stiff a sting.  
Plant-wasting Locusts which without wings fly,  
The Moth, the Hornet, Butterfly, and Fly?  
The golden coloured Cantharides  
Are styled infects; I may add to these  
Th' industrious Silk-worme which of Thisbian rind  
And leaves; for nobles silken-sleeves doth twine.  
Next in my way the Indian Griffin flies,  
With's snow-white wings; his fierce and fiery eyes  
even dazzle mine; four feet he doth not lack  
A purp●e belly and a coal black back;  
His hindmost part is fashioned like a Lion,  
His unked talents tare what he doth fly on.  
And lastly, although last of all, not least  
Th' Arabian phoenix passeth all the rest:  
The rarest bide that under heaven flies,  
Glory's enthroned in her sparkling eyes.  
A golden collar goeth round her neck:  
A Purple colour doth her body deck;  
A goodly tail she bears: a plumy crown  
Upon her head appears; a scarlet down  
adorns her back: search throughout every climb  
You'l find one only living at one time.  
Six hundred years she lives then being old  
Builds her a nest, a nest she doth enfold  
With fragrant Cassia, cinnamon, and Myr●h,  
And such l●ke aromatic sprigs, t'interr  
Her self therein; she makes herself an Urn  
And fi'ry Titan with his rays doth burn  
( His rags reflecting on her labouring wings)  
The crazy phoenix; from whose ashes springs  
A little worm crawling in funeral spices,  
And from that worm another phoenix rises.  
When God created had all winged creatures  
Divers for natures, discrepant in features,  
And gave them power with their nimble wings  
To soar alof●, above terestrial thin●s:   

The fifth day left a universal shade,  
And heaven was pleased with the works he made.    

The Argument.  

Go● cre●ts beasts great and small,  
And appoi●ts their habitation,  
On the earth, earth feeds them all  
All affords us admiration.   
SECT. 7.  

NOw radiant Sol his morning beams displays  
Gilding the mountaines with his pregnant rays.  
Th' Almighty God, he, who alone is able  
T' accomplish all things; furnisheth the Table  
Of earths fair parlour, with a sumptuous feast,  
Against the coming of some Lordly guest.  
The earth, the d●m of all things, forth doth bring  
Millions of creatures, every creeping thing  
The earth doth suckle, 'tis the earth doth breed  
A world of hungry animals to feed  
On her provisions, every kind of beast  
Draws life( as well the greatest as the least)  
From her exub'rant breast; seest how the Fawns  
Do skip and frisk about the lovely Lawns.  
The keen-tusk'd savage Macedonian Bore:  
The greedy Wolf( t' whom Lambs are an ey-sore)  
The yoke-fit heifer, and the ubr'ous Cow,  
The horse, true drudge, to the laborious plough  
The slow paced burden-bearing long-ear'd Ass  
And bastard Mules do crop the tender grass.  
The generous Spaniel, and the faithful Dog,  
The belly-grunting mire-delighting hog.  
The Leopard famous for his speckled coat.  
The timorous Coney and the browsing Goat.  
The stinking Pole-Cat, and the mouzing Cat,  
Which sees as well by night as day the Rat  
That corn-devouring creature, and the Mouse.  
That haunts the corners of the statliest house,  
The Beaver much esteemed for his skin  
Must needs among the train be railed in.  
The Armadilio besieged round  
With shells like armor, undermines the ground.  
Alternately his sex hyena changes,  
His eyes assume all colours which as strange is;  
Such Dogs as on his shadow light grow dumb:  
His feet stick fast whoever sees him come;  
Calling the shepherds from their thatched bowers,  
He slays them, and their sl●utered Corps devours.  
The shagie Bear doth fashion out her young,  
By licking them all over with her tongue.  
The q●ick-eyed lynx, his back bespeckled all  
Can with hi● sight impeirce the thickest wall.  
The suck-egg Weasil, and the hearkening Hare,  
( Which l●tters every month through out the year,)  
The hounds d●ceiveth by her winding flight,  
Rest● all day( if not ra●s'd) and tun's all night,  
In p●ace●ull warrens, here are fleecy fl●cks  
O● bleating sheep, there lurks the subtle Fox  
Loathsome for smell. the little eyeless Moles,  
And thievish Pict's lye hide in secret holes.  
The bob-taild Squi●rel doth a storm foresee,  
Seeming to be as weather-wise as we;  
The buff whose firm impenetrable skin  
Made into shields no shafts can enter in.  
The truc'lent P●nther, and the direful Tiger,  
Devou● their captives with undaunted vigour,  
The by-corn'd Girass doth the deserts like,  
His neck's as long as is a marshal Pike.  
The Salamander liveth in the flamme,  
It's extreme coldness putteth out the same,  
Th' egg-hatcht Cham●lion by the air is f●d  
And turn t'all colours except white and read.  
The rough Baboone, and E●heop an Ape,  
Imitate man are most like men in shape.  
'tis fabled that the naiads do make  
With their loud roarings even th' earth to qkuae.  
The thorn-arm'd hedgehog; for his various amell,  
The Ortus famous; and the bunch-backt Camel.  
Slow paced Ignatus unto these I'll put  
It sings six notes fa, sol, la, mi, re, ut.  
The scaly Dragon, and the furr'd-coat ermine,  
Locusts, and Catterpilers, such like verm●n.  
The double-headed Amphisben●, and  
Innum'rous infects creep upon the land,  
The ven'mous Viper doth her b●ood devour,  
Again the brood, enclosed in the bower  
Of their dams womb; impatient of delay  
Break through their sides and so their dams do sl●y.  
The hoarse-resounding grasshoppers in thicke●s  
Do sing abroad; as doth at home the Cricke●●●  
Earth breeds all rep●ils every kind of form  
The Glow, the Palmer, and the Canker-worme,  
The Toad,( the earths unprofi●able clog.)  
The hissing Serpent and the croaking Frog.  
The saffron-hating Crocodile will run  
On those that fly▪ but the pursuers shun.  
The dreadful Basilisk baneful eye doth slay  
Whom e're it looks upon, his breath( they say)  
H●s poisonous breath, will taint, nay mor●, unlock  
The firmest Marbl●, and obdurest rock.  
The horny-nos'd Rhinoceros will whet  
His horn ●'re on the Elephant he set.  
The Lion next upon the stage I'll bring,  
Of men the terror, of all beasts the king.  
He cometh ramping, with his eyes bright shining,  
Most bravely minded, yet to preys inclining:  
The Crowing Cock, the rattling Carr, and fire,  
Do terrify this beast, this beast so dire,  
This formidable beast is mildred to those  
Who do submit, but cruel to his foes:  
grateful to those his benefactots are;  
Humble to those that humbleness declare.   

The Elephant next claimeth excellence,  
This beast comes nearest unto human sense;  
He knows his country speech, he's used in wars,  
He worshippeth the Sun, the Moon, the stars:  
The greatest of all beasts the earth doth hold,  
He's proud of trappings wrought with burnished gold  
Adores the King, his most ambitious spirit  
Aspires to glory, glory to inherit.   

But oh! who can sufficiently declare  
Gods works, the which so full of wonder are!  
And now for to conclude earth doth produce  
All beasts, and every creeping thing for use;  
After their several kinds on earth they trade  
And God was pleased with the works he made.    

The Argument.  

God a living soul sublime  
Breath's in man composed of slime,  
Of a rib he framing woman,  
Gives her for a help unto man.   
SECT. 8.  

GOd having made the world, and all therein,  
To frame a little world▪ did now begin;  
This little world is man, he formed last,  
Of the four elements the Proto-plast.  
The great, almighty, everlasting God  
Created Adam of a ruddy clod.  
God, was the true Prometheus, did inspire  
His earthly-nostrils with celestial fire.  
Man like himself he made in sacred feature,  
And under his command brought every creature.  
This little world is in the great world placed,  
And with the title of a King is graced.  
This Micro-cosm instal'd by God alone  
Of the great world obtains the royal throne,  
The King of Kings gave to his regal hand  
The juri●diction bot● of Sea and Land.  
What things soever any eye can see  
Within the furnished world his subjects be:  
What birds soever in the air have motion,  
What fish s●ever glidea along the Ocean,  
What beasts soever on the hills do feed,  
Wh●t e're the melancholy deserts breed,  
What fruits soever on the eorth remain,  
Are tributary to mans Lordly reign.  
Man is the emblem of a divine nature,  
And lively picture of his live creator.  
All creatures poor on earth mans sublime face  
Behold's his maker, he is fil'd with grace  
And divine beauty, their terrestrial m●nd  
Mind earthly things▪ man, only man's, inclined  
To heavenly wisdom, his infused spirit  
Is most ambitious glory to inherit.  
Mans understanding and heroic sense  
Above all other hath pre-eminence.  
A natural sense, beasts have as well as we,  
They touch, they taste, they feel, they hear, they see,   

Man's head is termed the understanding's thrown,  
The intelectual powers meet there in one.  
There madam Reason is enthroned, her grace  
reigns like an Empress in the highest place.  
My lady Will, resideth in the brain;  
The judgement there, there doth Minerva reign,  
Light of the Micro-cosm our eyes are, wee  
The glory of the Lord by them do see.  
Three humours do belong unto our eyn,  
The White, the Viteral, and the crystalline,  
Six coats, as many Musckles arteries,  
Tendons, and Nerves attend upon our eyes,  
May not our eyes bee very well d●fin'd  
The Looking-glass of Nature, and the mind.  
Our eyes are twinkling Lamps, what is our sight?  
But ●ristall-Casements for to let in light,  
The optic sinews, or the optic strings,  
Dr●w in the sight of sublunary things.  
The eyes, our anger, and our love, do show,  
Strike fire in hatred, and in love they glow,  
One while they sparkle with Idalian fire,  
One while they glance; another while admire!  
They boult in boldness, and in reverence sink,  
They smile in laughter, and in grief they wink:  
In love they flatter, and in wrath seem froward,  
They show ●he glad, the sad, the bold, the coward,  
They well can put a difference between  
Such objects as are either foul or clean.  
Our cy-lids like Appentices prevent  
A world of dangers, which are incident  
Unto our eyes, our eyes bright shining balls  
Are Bull-wark'd round about with fleshly walls.   

Man's nose is like a sink by which the brain  
Doth purge itself of phlegm, the nose doth drain  
All slimy Excrements, and doth convey  
Them( never to return again) away.  
By it we breath and smell; 'tis that doth grace  
The man, and wondrously become the face.  
The ay'r doth in the nose the smelling stop  
Which else from out the nose would forthwith drop  
Our ears the minds informers do go round  
With winding mazes, evr'y kind of sound  
They can distinguish, at the shrill, the flat,  
The acute, the gentle, and the aspirate.  
The ear's the dainty'st sense, it doth descry  
Base jarring music, from pure harmony:  
By these we move the brain, the brain by these  
Is rid of chol'rick superfluities.  
It is by these we( as it were) discern  
And let in knowledge, 'tis by these we learn  
All kinds of noise we'r taught to know th'rough these  
mechanic Arts, and learned Siences.  
¶ God gave one mouth, two ears, two eyes, that we  
Might little speak, though much we hear, and see,  
The mouth, the stomack's portal is, and by it  
We unto nature let in natural diet.  
Two folding doors of coral do convene  
Lest in the teeth deform'ty should be seen  
Our ivory Teeth the feeling sense have got,  
Can tell you what is could, and what is hot,  
They are the bulwarks of the tongue( to tame  
Th' unruly member), tis by them we frame  
And fashion out our words; foreteeth, and hind  
We use; they shred our food, and these do grinned:  
Our teeth are busy Cooks( which without question)  
Makes our food ready for the first digestion.  
Our tongue and palate by their tasting power  
Distinguish every relish sweet from sour.  
It is our tongue that's vocal, on our tongue  
The Lutes and Vials of our speech are hung:  
What thing so graceful to a man as hair?  
How sliek! how comely does it show! how faire!  
The pillar of our head's, the neck; near kin  
Unto the nether lip's, the dimpling chin.  
The greatest strength that man enjoys, consists  
Most in his shoulders, in his arms, and fists;  
How necessary are our hands, our hands  
Are handmaids to the body; man commands  
All kind of things by them, nature imparts  
Unto our hands, the Mastership of arts.  
With pliant joints our fingers are upheav'd  
Apt to receive and k●ep the things received.  
The servants of the mind they are, and do  
What is her pleasure to command them to:  
The left hand( u●experienc'd) stands and serves  
The right hand b'ing a skilful artist carves:  
Nerves join our bones, our bones do represent  
The timber of our fleshly Tennement.  
The main-spporting pi●lar of the frame  
Is called the c●ine, the chine doth prop the famed  
Our thighs are placed beneath our hips and fl●nk  
N●xt Hams, the Calfs, below the knees the, shank,  
And in the Lesk, but just below the groin,  
( O shane to name!) our privities do join.  
Our feet are useful dangers for to balk,  
One while to stand another while to walk.  
They are the bodies moving ground-work, all  
The f●brick( were it not for them) would fall.  
M●ns outward parts are shown, I'●e now begin  
To ripp him up, and see what is within.  
His lungs, like bellows, are they which receive  
Contracted air, and the same regives;  
They puff up, at their taking air in,  
And shrink when they do let it out again,  
The pory lungs doth with it's spongy fan  
Refrigerate the heart: The heart of man  
Is made Triangular, the heart doth give  
L●fe to each part, without it none can live.  
Th' hearts motion doth our bodies motion breed,  
The vital spirits from the heart proceed;  
She, she the conduit of our blood convays  
Her Crimson bounty through clear blew-wayes.  
She mitigates the coldness of the spleen,  
And in the body regulates as Queen;  
If not by her, whence do our pulses beat,  
From her we do derive our natural heat.  
She is the center of the body, whence  
All creatures draw their lives circumference.  
This pearl absconded in a C●sket lies,  
Is the first living, and the last that dies.  
Man's stomach is a pot, wherein the m●at  
Is reco●cocted, he before did eat.  
The Mesaraick veins suck and deliver  
The Chile of what we eat through pipes, to th' liver.  
The belly is a buttery, wherein  
( Within the cupbo●d of th● bowels skin)  
The grosser offals, that the stomach leaves  
Of its digestion adhers and cleav●s.  
Wh●re t●ey rem●ine, un●il dame-nature pl●ase  
For to exonerate such filthy lees.   

When God h●d framed man with wondrous art,  
He after made his soul the nobler part;  
He did his dross with sacred fire refine  
And breathed in him a soul. a soul divine.  
A soul immortal; death with all its power,  
Nor Satan● fiery darts can't it devour.  
God to the soul eternal essence gave,  
It had beginning, but no end shall have.  
Wit, Understanding, Memory, and Will,  
The pa●lace of the soul inhabit still:  
How circular, how speedy is hir motion?  
She ●oundeth in a trice the heaven, Earth, Ocean:  
She scal●s heav'ns tower with her E●gles wings;  
Finds out th'obst●uce Originals of things;  
As ●aine, hail, snow, ice, winds, nor doth she wonder  
At fl●sh of lightning, nor at claps of thunder.   

When thus his Image, man, the Lord had made  
Each way complete, within himself he said  
It is not good, nor doth it please me well  
That man alone without an aid doth dwell:  
I'll therefore make him one, his joy, his c●ear,  
His D●ve, his solace, his beloved dear.   

With that the Lord, whose actions are so deep  
Past finding out, cast Adam fast a sleep;  
sealed up his eyes, and from his fruitless side  
Took ou● a rib, and of that rib a Bride  
He fashioned out; and did so nea●ly dearn  
The cl●ft, that none the opening might discern.  
T●e w●man made, God gave her unto man,  
And he( aw●ke out of his sleep) began  
T'express his joy unpar●lelled favour;  
I have an helper, the Almighty gave her  
To be my wife; Lo two, are made of one,  
Flesh of my flesh, and of my b●ne the bone.  
And since the Lord from out my sides did frame her  
She shall be woman, woman will I name her.  
( Nor is't a wonder why he called her so;  
For unto MAN at last, she proved a WOE.)  
For this cause shall a man his parents leave,  
And to his wife, his dear, adhere, and cleave.   

So they were naked seeking no redress,  
Nor did they blushy, at this their nakedness.   

The sixth day left a universal shade,  
And heaven was pleased with the works he made.    

An Appendix  

Of 

God's resting day.  
Eden garden.  
Man's 

happiness before his fall.  
misery after his fall.       

The Argument.  

Six dayes expired, the seventh day  
God rests, and doth his works survey.  
Eden is pl●nted, man in Eden  
May taste all fruits, but one forbidden,   
SECT. 9.  

When the great Architect had furnished all  
The upper Regions; and the lower Ball,  
He ceased from his works, and sanctified  
Unto himself, for ever to abide.  
The seventh day his glory it invested,  
And from h●s works, his works so great, he restend.  
The Lord of sabboths, hath this sabbath blessed,  
As a ●rue Type of that eternal rest.  
Ke●t in hav'ns blis ull kingdom, to the praise  
Of him that is the ancientest of dayes.  
By his examples, he would have us do  
The like, and rest from worldly I bour too.  
This day of rest; our Saviour will come in  
Unto our souls, if we let out our sin.  
He sets wide ope, the port●ls, of his ears;  
To entertain,( a●guests,) our praise, our prayers.  
This day is Gods, on let us then adore him,  
And in his reverence, fall down before him;  
That so we may here after be posses'd  
Of that true sabbath, that eternal rest,  
prepared for saints▪ and joyful R●quiem● sing,  
Before our great, and everl●sting K●●g.  
Six dayes are freely ours, bu● one, in seven,  
Is chaleng'd as a holiday, by heaven;  
And yet how little of that day we spend  
Upon th● service of so great a friend!  
Alas! a●as! how apt are we to think▪  
That God beholds not, and his eyes do wink  
A● our negl●cts; but patience ab●s'd  
turns fury: ah! can, can we be excused,  
That thus transgress? no we have cause to fear,  
T'his leeden fe●t, Gods iron hands are near.  
Within the radiant borders of the East,  
Where early Titan as a welcome guest  
finds entertainment, God a garden planted  
For Man's sole use, wherein there nothing wanted  
To make it truly glorious, in it, he  
The worlds abrig'd epitome might see;  
Unfathom'd love spontaneously bestowing  
A paradise with milk and honey flowing:  
Upon a man, an animated Clod  
Must n●eds advance ●he goodness o● our God.  
Here is the true elysium indeed,  
Whose choice variety of objects seed  
The greedy eye; seest here a divers hieu,  
Crimson, Carnation, Green, and joyfu●l blew.  
This soil bears fruit, all seasons in the year,  
You cannot name the thing, but what is there.  
See here cool A●bors, mark how bubbling Brooks  
Do g●ntly glide along in winding nooks:  
Here'● speckled ammel beautifies the ground:  
And heaven se●t Manna, every morn is found.  
Th●●re●ty birds( by nature taught) do sing  
M●lodious n●t●s, to their mellifluou● King.  
How fr●grantly li●e-breathing Z●phyr blows  
H●s ●wee●-heart Flora, g●n'rously bestrowes  
The smiling Earth, with odoriferous flowers,  
'Gainst Adam's wedding; pearly-dropping showers  
Enrich the grass; without the help of ploughs  
Tellus partu●iates; on the laden bou●hs  
The m●llow fruits do dangle, and do stand  
Ambit●ous( as ●t were) to kiss the hand.  
O what a lovely lustre doth adron  
The balmy ai●! the Ama●thean horn  
Is given to Adam( not to Hercules)  
Gemifluous Phi●on, golden Eu●hra●es  
Silver-wav'd Hiddekel, Christal-ey'd ●i●on,  
Water this heavenly earth, this earthly Sion.  
clothed are the Trees in g●een; the stately P●ne,  
And towering Cedar, lovingly combine,  
A bower with bending arches to compose:  
The shane faced lily, and the red-cheek'd Rose,  
Strive for priority: how all things smile  
And e'en luxuriate! Oh delightf●l soil!   

Amongst the trees wherewith th' Eternal graced  
This prime plantation, in the midst he placed  
Two special t●ees( both inordain'd for food,  
But seals the one of life, of knowledge good  
And evil was the second; to th' intent  
That Adam's life should not be idly spent  
Trine-une Jehovah did his steps direct  
To this blessed bower, and spake to this effect.   

Of all the trees that in the O●chard be  
I set them for thy use, one only three  
S●all be my rent; that three thou shalt not taste,  
Which in the center of the garden's placed  
The rest are freely thine, by my permission,  
Rent-free: but yet on an implied condition:  
What I enjoin be studious to fulfil,  
Touch not the three of knowledge, good, and ill;  
For by my sacred majesty, I vow,  
And by my venerable name, if thou  
Break but thy Lease," thy v●ry lips that shall  
" Let in this fruit, shal let in death withal.  
But if thou please me well, this three shal be  
A sacred pledge between thy God, and thee.  
My Vice-Roy shalt thou be, thy seed I'll bless,  
Thy seed for ever shal the land possess.  
Be thou obsequious thou shalt find me mildred,  
I'll be thy father, thou shalt be my child.  
He said no mo●e: Adam did: hen express  
His loyal duty, and his thankfulness.  
Glorious, and great, who hast insta●'d me K●ng  
Of th●s vast Orb, and Lord of ev'y thing  
Within its large dementions: gracious Lord  
Thou gav'st me all, nay of thine own accord.  
Ah Lord! what merit? what deserts in me  
( To claim such hig●-bred f●vours could●t thou see)  
O bounteous love! oh love that is extended  
Beyond al bounds! O love uncomprehanded!  
Ah! shall thy mercies overflow my banks?  
And shall I ebb, in the returns of thanks?  
Thou giv'st me life, and rare enjoyments too,  
To tell them out is more then I can do.  
And shall I not acknowledge thee? ah! sure  
No senseless ston can e're be so obdure.  
Take partial thanks, for as for to express  
Love to the life I cannot, I confess:  
Accept my mite, to praise I will persever  
Thine holy name, for ever, and for ever  
Ah! far be it from me to countermind  
What thou prohibit'st▪ shall th● lib'ral hand  
Heap blessings on me? thou afford'st me all,  
thyself reserv'st but one, and shall I fail  
To keep from thee thy right? shall my transgression  
Displease the Land-lord of my free possession.  
O no, I will obey, one only three  
Shall put no variance 'twixt my God and me.  
Should I attempt so foul a fact, I were not  
Worthy to live; might then ●ods j●stice spare not  
To vulnerate my soul, Oh might I feel  
Th' imprinted strakes of his revengeful steel.  
Great God! Oh may I rather cease to be,  
Then live t'offend, so good a God as thee?  
The Sun shall sooner cease, for to display  
On tender plants, his bright enlivning R●y:  
Sooner shall sun-burnt India grow could,  
And Icy Zealand hot, and heav'ns grow old.  
E're I from my first principles retreat,  
And disobey my God, so good, so great.   

Thus Adam lived in favour with the Lord,  
Enjoying all the joys earth could afford.  
On while he walks along the bordred Alleys,  
Now up the hillocks, down anon, the valleys,  
And now by whispering Brooks, takes sweet reposes  
On beds of L●llies, and anon on Roses.    

The Argument.  

The devil in the Serpent's form  
Tempteth to sin the woman first:  
She man; so done, the Lord doth storm,  
The Serpent, Eve, and Adam's cur'st.   
SECT. ult.  

Proud Lucifer, through vain ambition striven  
To equalize himself with God above:  
But of his power Angelic●l bereaven,  
He tumbled head-long down the courts of heaven:  
From a bright palace to a sulph'ry Cell,  
Made Monarch of( the land of darkness) Hell.  
Thus strip'd of all his quondam pleasures, he  
Greatly envieth man's felicity:  
Man is his eye-sore, man's supernal state  
The Object is of his insernal hate:  
He finding opportunity, began  
Sl●ly to work, the overthrow of man:  
His guil●s and wil●ss he palliates, and is  
turned int' a snake, strange Metamorphosis!   

His toils he spreads, and covertly he waits  
To catch poor Adam, by his golden baits:  
And's plot the better to acom●lish, he  
G●es wriggling up on the forbidden three:  
Assaults the woman, with his baited gin,  
And thus he draws the silly woman in.   Serpent. 
Great Emp●ess of the world: I humbly sue  
To be resolved of a doubt, which you  
Can satisfy me in: have you indeed  
Your appetite restrained? what many't you feed  
One evr'y pleasant fruit? why so? doth God  
Limit your p●w'r? if so, 'tis very odd.  Eve. 
Of all the trees that scited are in Eden,  
There is but one, no more th●n one forbidden.  
The three thou se●st, there in the middle placed.  
We m●st▪ on pain of death, not touch, nor taste.  
That God reserv's unto himself, for what  
I know not, but 'tis death to taste of that.  Serpent. 
P●sh, P●sh you shall not die, deaths bended Bow  
Shall never harm you; you shal never know  
What doth belong to death; death cannot slay you,  
You are immortal; fear not death I pray you;  
Touch, take, and taste,( believe m) and your eyes  
Shall strait be opened; you will be as wise  
As he that made you; be but ruled, and ye  
As Gods, both knowing good and ill shall be.  
fear not,( faire Lady) eat, I as a friend  
advice you not for any Private end,  
Or self-resp●ct; you shall be deified:  
Ambitious Jove, no equals can abide.  
Coy woman taste, behold their beautiful,  
And cherry cheeks, coy woman do but pull.  
Cannot those mellow-delicates, invite  
Your wat'ring palate, to an appetite?  
methinks they should, taste, and you shall have skill,  
To know the diference 'twixt good, and ill.  
Why drawest thou back? To the possessed Snake,  
The cre●'lous woman this reply did make.  Eve. 
Wisest of beasts, all that you sp●ak is true,  
You counsel for the best, all thanks be due,  
For your great love your love which doth transcend  
All mer●it of mine, thanks to my loyal friend:  
My life's to small to hazard for your ease,  
friend I could give't, your speeches do so please.  
This fruit is marv'lous pleasing to the eye;  
And questionless, 'tis to the taste: I'll try.  
And eat thereof and give my husband Adam.  Serpent. 
They bow to serve you, at your pleasure, Madam.  Eve. 
Ah! how delicious is this fruit, how sweet!  
A finer Apple I did never eat.  
Husband, my love, come sit thee down by me,  
And taste the virtue of this sovereign three.  
Say, say my love, did e're thine eye behold  
A three so fair, so rare as this; be bold,  
As was thy Eve; and venture on't; for why?  
Come what come will, thou'lt fare no worse then I.  
Ah! hadst thou known my dearest what a bliss  
Attends the eating, thou hadst eat e're this.  
What? frowns my Adam? wilt thou not draw nearer,  
And taste my love, then whom my life's not dearer  
For Eves sake eat, and know both good and ill.  Adam: 
Seeing thou invit'st me eat, my joy, I will.  
Ah! wee have sinned in meddling with this three,  
This cursed three; Oh whither shall we flee?  
Undone! undone! we know not what to do,  
What course to take, Oh whither shall we go?  
Lo we are naked, and we must confess  
ashamed we are, of this our ●akedness,  
And blushy to think on't, were not we of late  
All clothed in glory? but where's now our state?  
What have we got by our presumptuous pride?  
But shane, which if we could, fain would we hid●.  
Strange change! we have exchanged, sad thing to tel,  
God for an apple, and a heaven for hell.  
My conscience tells me what a gracious God  
We have offended; now methinks his rod  
He shakes in fury, now methinks his ire  
Threatens to burn us, with consuming fire:  
What thinkest thou, may not these leaves hard by  
Make aprons wife, for naked thee, and I:  
Quick, let's these broad Fig-leaves together sew,  
And hid the shane, we are ashamed to show.  
Experience tells us that the things which tend  
To greater bliss, prove dangerous in the end.  
The fruit that's pleasing, is not always sound;  
Untoothsome Clerus is in hony found.  
That man-betraying Scorpion, did bring  
Hony in's mouth, but in his tail a sting.  
The fruit that seemed best, proved worst of all:  
Sweet in the mouth, but in digestion gull.  Eve. 
Hark! hark! methinks I hear( too true I fear)  
A thundering voice come rounding in mine ear.  
I' me sure I hear't. I prithee Adam cease  
Thy querulous complaints, peace, husband peace.  
Ah me! vile wretch,' ●is God, undone! undone!  
We have transgressed, 'tis therfore time to run;  
Let's hid us in the Woods I fear, I fear,  
That he will catch us, naked, as wee are.  
A poor defence God-wot, what brazen Tower  
Can keep us safe from his all-ba●'ring power.  
¶ Such as do strive, by hiding of their sin,  
To shut God out, do let the Devil in.  
The case is ours: the more we would conceal  
Our sins, alas! the more we them reveal.  
What place can us secure? where can we lye  
Absconded from his all-beholding eye?  
die, die wee must, no ways of our contriving  
Can save us harmless? can wee gain by str●ving?  
Are our bones Brazil, or our flesh of S●eel?  
Can wee imagine that we shal not feel,  
The worst of his displeasure? dare we stand  
In opposition to th' Almighties hand?  
Or rather shal we with submissive tears  
Beg hard for pardon, w'have a W●lfe by th' ears.  
The bellows, of our sins, have blown the coals  
Of flaming vengeance to devour our souls.  Adam. 
P●ace, peace, I hear him too; he thunders now,  
Where art thou Adam, tell me, where art thou.  Adam. 
Great God! thy voice, thy dreadful voice, I heard  
Rush in the garden, and I was affray'd:  
It was my shameful nakedness, did move  
Me to seek shelter in this shady grove.  God. 
Naked? who  told thee thou we●'t naked? hast  
Thou eat the fruit, forbidden thee to taste.  
Gods mercies Adam having thus ●bus'd,  
accused the woman, but himself excused.  Adam. 
All-glorious Lord, shee whom thou gav'st me, gave  
The fruit unto me, and I eaten have.  God. 
Nefandious woman, ah! what hast thou done,  
That thus my aweful presence thou dost shun?  Eve. 
Lord, I confess that my offence is great;  
The Serpent tempted me, and I did eat;  
The empiric of his tongue, did so delight  
Mine ears, that I obeyed mine appetite.  
Thus did his Oratorious delusion  
led me along, unto my sad confusion.  

The Serpent's curse.  
Because thou hast fallitiously deceived  
The silly woman; thou shalt be bereaved  
Of future happiness; thou, thou, the worst  
Of all the beasts: shalt not be least acurs'd,  
Dust shalt thou eat, and since thou hast done so,  
For ever shalt thou on thy belly go,  
abhorred of all; moreover I'll disperse  
Debate, and variance 'twixt thy seed, and hers.  
Her seed shall bruise thy head: And poisonous thine  
Shall bruise her heel, and round her heel intwine.   

Eves curse.  
And thou, nefarious bride, who hast betrayed  
Thy husbands trust, and wickedly obeyed  
The Serpents words; I will inflict on thee  
As bad a curse, as any curse can be.  
In pain bring forth thou shalt; griefs shall encumber  
Thy tortured soul; thy torments shal out number  
The minutes of thy life; ten thousand woes  
Shall plague thy spirit; and thrice as many throes  
Shall rack thy body, this disast'rous chance  
Shall cling to thee till thy deliverance.  
With all submission: thou, vile creature, thou,  
Thy servile neck, shalt to thine husband bow:  
He, shall rule over thee, and thou shalt stand  
As loyable, to his severer hand.   

Adam's Curse.  
apostatised wretch, because thou hast  
given audience to thy wife, to boldly taste  
The bitter sweets of this reserved three,  
From which( on pain of death,) I warned thee.  
cursed be the earth, and all her smiling pleasures,  
Her grateful plenty and exub'rant Treasures:  
cursed for thy sake, b' earth's amiable face,  
Let thorns, and thistles, grow in every place.  
And thou, for this abominable dead,  
Shalt feed on herbs; I'll make thee get thy bread,  
With a laborious hand: thy sweetened meat  
Must now have sour sauce: thy toilsome sweat  
Shall stand in furrows, on thy bubbling brow,  
Earning thy living at the pai●efull plough.  
Thus shalt thou live; till death the thread divide  
Of thy frail life, thy sorrows shall abide.  
A number of diseases shall attend  
Thy loathed life; sins off-spring, death, shall sand  
His Harbingers abroad, which shall annoy thee,  
And never leave thee, till they quiter destroy thee.  
The never missing dart of death shall slay  
The bri●tle Casket of thy soul, and lay  
Thy earth-ta'ne body in an earthly urn;  
For dust thou art and shalt to dust return.  
Be gone; base caitiff, from this garden, flee,  
Such rare enjoyments shan't belong to thee.  
Be gone: be gone: no longer shalt thou please  
Thy del'cate palate with such ca●es as these:  
Worse fare shall serve thy turn: with ploughs go wound  
Thy native soil go dig, and delve the ground.   1 Tim, 1, 17. {αβγδ},    

To the reverend, his much honoured friend, Mr FRANCIS tailor Anagr. AL VAIN FOR C( H) wrist.  
With Paul ALL vain FOR C( H) wrist you do account. So shall you to the height of glory mount.  
honoured SIR,  

THe Series of your favours did invite  
Mine unfleg'd Muse, to take a sudden flight,  
On Peg'sus wings, 'twas that which did infuse  
A quickening life into my dying Muse.  
Can Helicon want lucid streams! can I  
Be dry of matter, you maecenas by?  
I hate to be ungratef●ll, if I should  
Not make a verse the Rocks and Mountains would:  
The s●questration of two hours time  
From serious Studies, I employed in rhyme.  
Yet Nothing went about, with what I drew  
From Nothing, Nothing, I present to you.  
dressed in a rude, yet in a sober, style,  
Hoping you will at my endeavours smile.  
You hate( as well as I) these dangerous times,  
To cast your eyes on vain and wanton rhymes.  
And I could gladly spend my flitting dayes  
In penning Sonnets to my makers praise.   

To your protecting wings I therefore fly  
For shelter: ah! but when my serious eye  
Darts on your worth, and on myself looks down,  
I fear the wrath of a condemning frown.  
judicious Sir, if that you please t' affect  
These embrio-lines 'tis more then I expect.  
But yet, I know your candour will excuse,  
Since 'tis an evening, not a morning muse.  
I crave not praise, but pardon. I have got  
Mountaines of praise if you disdain me not.   

O may you live unto grand Nestor's day  
With silver age, and honor cown'd: so prays  
Your humble servant, whose unbou●d desire  
Is phoenix like, to burn in duties fire:  
Whose life's too small to hazard for your ease,  
Sir, I am yours, command me when you please.   
N B. Wickham-brooks June 5, 1657.   


The Praise of Nothing:  
The prince of Poets, wrote of Frogs, and Mice:  
Virgil of Gnats: and Henisius of Lice:  
Witty Erasmus, Folly's praise did writ  
And Drayton, did upon Madge-Owle indite.  
On Hazle-Nuts smooth Ovid versifies:  
And some do treat of Maggots, and of flies.  
One hath such stateliness t' a bald-pate given,  
That there is scarce an hair 'twixt it and heaven.  
This lauds brave Bag-Puddings: whilst he composes  
The admirable honour of Red-Noses,  
And such poor petty things, and shall no story  
Be penned in honour of great Nothings glory  
Shal shee, from whence all things a being have,  
lie dead, and butted, in oblivious grave?  
My muse shall praise her, though she can't comp●le  
Fine silken words, nor in ornated style  
Blazon great Nothing, for shee seems to be  
A theme, more fit for Hom●r, then for me.  
I ma●'l to her, men did not Temples fr●me,  
Like that at Ephesus, to Dianas name.  
Had I a world of eloquence I know  
Twere scarce enough all nothings worth to sh●w  
I stand astun'd,( not knowing what does all me)  
Mine eyes do dazzle, and my thoughts e'en fail me.  
For to conceive her seenless parts, and Name,  
My words are wan●ing to express the sam●.  
I'll summon her t'appear in her own praise;  
( Though tongueless) yet imagine that show says  
Upon a stage, amid a gazing throng  
Of glad Spectators, this triumphal song.  
kind auditors, be pleased to incline  
Your willing ears, to this poor speech of mine.   

Although that All-things in my place do stan  
Mine age( as right) may claim the upper hand.  
Is't fit the Daughter, should her duty smother,  
And yield no reverence t'her decripit Mother?  
Does it become her well? ought shee to owe  
No more respect? is this a seemly show?  
Where is her storgie' what, doth she not mind  
The empty womb that bare her? oh unkind!  
Ney had it been a friend, that should deceive me  
An ordinary friend, it ne're had greev'd me:  
But that my child, mine own dear child, should seem  
To own me not is more then most ext●eam.  
Had I a mother, I should judge all honor,  
And love, too little to bestow upon her.  
She's grown so burlie, and I am so small,  
That I can hardly be discerned at all.   

The black spot on a bean, a flay, a Fly,  
An Ant, a Nitt is not so small as I.  
All little things are pretty, and the taller  
Are more deformed, then me ther's nothing smaller.  
Small as I am, yet of my shapeless feature  
God framed the world; and what( but God) is greater.  
No father had I, neither did I come  
From out the Closet of a mothers womb.  
I was, and was not, substance have I none,  
No flesh, no blood, no sinews, nerves, nor bone.  
Nor can I justly styled be trub-hody,  
For I have neither hinder parts nor body.  
I'm clo●th'd in emptiness, transparent clothing  
As thin as air; I do repast on Nothing,  
chameleon like; and as a vestal Nun  
So chast am I, all company I shun.  
I led a solitary life, for where  
The least thing is, be sure I am not there.  
Could you but try me, you would lighter find.  
Then Ce●phus tost with ev'●y gust of wind.  
I lived( though dead) from all eternity,  
What was there( can you tell) but God and I?  
Out of mere love hath not th' Eternal framed  
All things of me that are, unnam'd, are named?  
go ask the starry gal'ties if they be  
derived of any but of God and me,  
By us those Squtchions, thick as Argus eyes  
Hang out and twinckle in the Marble Skies.  
Even as bright Phebe's borrowed rays do shine  
By Titan, Titan does by Gods, and mine.  
Ask but the earth, if she did ever crown  
Her front, and put on an embroidered gown,  
about her gross waste, if ever she did ware  
Such fruits, like pendant-Iewells in her ears?  
If the blew heav'ns like braclets did her deck,  
Or stars, like beads, encompassed her neck  
Before I was: ask her and if her Globe  
Was circumvested, with a Sea-green rob.  
Ask her all this, and if that she denies  
Apparent truth; in flat and plain, shee lies.  
Teli her from me, from me arise her Bowers:  
I filled her lap, with odoriferous flowers.  
The warr-us'd Cornel, and the Mast-full Beach,  
The fun'rel Cypress, and the velvet Peach,  
The downy Poplar, the piramidal Pear  
The towering Cedar and call Pine did rear  
Their heads from me: from me, a golden tindge  
Ceres received: a Jasper coloured frindge  
Embellished the meadows, Pastures, Land,  
All diapar'd with spangled daisies stand.  
All Birds, B●asts, F●shes, rarest gems rich m●nes,  
From out my fruitful loyn●s, derive their lines.  
I'm Alpha, and Omega; from me springs  
Both the beginning, and the end, of things.  
When the rebellious world, for sin was drowned  
Then only Noah's ark and I was found.  
When flashing fire, and stifling B●imstone, rained  
On Sodom, and Gomorah, I remained.  
Rome's Capitol, and Troy's Palladium,  
Carthag, and Athens, are to nothing come.  
Where's Thebs brag, of her hundred gates but lately?  
The towers of babylon? where be the stately  
Long Obelisks? the Piramid's? where's now  
Mausolus tomb? can any tell me how  
The Temple builded to Diana's shrine  
Doth stand? did they not all to me resign.  
Say where is Pharo's tower? can you behold  
Jove's simelachre, rich for burnished gold?  
Gold-pav'd Jerus'lem is, alas! bereft  
Of all her pomp, and she hath nothing left?  
Nothing is left, that is for some thing good;  
Grass grows where brave Dae●al●an buildings stood  
Nay heavens shall melt, the universal frame  
Return to nothing, from the whence it came;  
Is Hercules alive; can he be glorious  
Sudbu'd by me? Th●nk you that the victorious  
Undaunted Caesar, and great Pompey too,  
Two thunder-bolts of War, exploits can do?  
Now they are dead? could the great Alexander  
Who weep'd, in that he could not be commander  
Of many worlds? could his brave acts and glory  
Keep him from being Nothing? could the hoary  
Age of grand Nestor save him from the urn,  
When dust he was, and must to dust return.  
Blind Homer, solid Virgil, none sets eye on  
Wise Cato's gone, the Dolphin caryd Arion;  
Stout Hector, amorous Paris, Troy-bane Helleu,  
subtle Ulisses, are to Nothing fell in.  
Where is Amp●ion, at whose musics sound  
The Theban walls were raised from the ground?  
The eared oaks, shall never any more  
Dance after Orpheus pipes as heretofore.  
Caonean Doves, in the Dodonian grove,  
Shall ever cease more Oracles to move.  
Who will believe that William once again  
Can conquer Saxons? he and all his men  
Alas! where are they? are they not return'd  
From whence they came, and into nothing spurned?  
Where's bloody Mary, and Elizabeth,  
Of blessed memory, but killed by death.  
Where's now pacif'cal lames, misguided Charles?  
How many worthies, Nobles, B●rons, earls,  
Lords, Knights& Gentle-men were there, that have  
Took full possession of the gaping grave.  
What are the rich but dust, as well as they  
That beg? Death is a debt which all must pay.  
Can Essex l●ad an Army, when to lead  
His body is confined; Vantrump is dead,  
And the Armodo sunk, and its design  
Was crossed in eighty eight, and thirty nine.  
All things of nothing made, to nothing tend,  
And what hath a beginning must have end.  
In time of dearth, there's nothing to be found  
But sapless stalks, upon the fruitless ground,  
Nothing but singults, mixed with hearty tears  
Can scale the fortress, of th' Almighties ears,  
Nothing so merciful as God, he moans  
Repentant sinners, when he hear's their gaoans.  
Nothing but grace, conducteth unto glory,  
Then which there's nothing more untrans●tory.   

More could I say, but the descending Sun  
Takes off my Pen, with Nothing I have done.   
Iam desine tibia versus.   

Divine Ejaculations.  

1.  
MY God which art a brazen wall,  
A Bul-warke of consuming fire,  
Guard me and let my foe-men fall,  
Who; causleslly my fall conspire.  
Oh let thy favour be my shield,  
So shall my soul maintain the field.   

2.  
Oh thou which giv'st thine Angels charge,  
To guide thy servants in their wars,  
Do thou protect me, and enlarge  
My straightened heart, to sound thy praise,  
If with thy favour, thou surround me,  
No hell-borne malice shall confounded me.   

3.  
Thou which thy children from ●he fire,  
And D●niel from the Lions Den,  
Hast freed? Oh free me from the ire  
Of bloody and malicious men.  
Thy grace can chase an host of evils,  
And Legions of infernal Devils.   

4,  
When dangerous waves on me did roll,  
By thy right hand, I saved have been:  
Thou heard'st the pantings of my soul.  
And when I knocked didst let me in.  
Thy court of mercy; nay thine ears,  
Were prove to hear my silent tears:   

5.  
Although the tot'ring heav'ns quiver,  
And earth her loosened limbs do shake,  
Yet hast thou promised to deliver,  
Who, thee their hope, and Anchor, make.  
And thou to thine a gracious God,  
Abscond'st them from thy flaming rod.   

6.  
Thou from the chambers of the earth,  
From gates of hell, and shades of death,  
Hast power to save, and givest birth.  
Unto a body-bannish'd breath.  
O let thy quickening grace shine in  
My breethless soul, when dead to sin.   

7.  
When as the clouds of thy displeasure  
( Portending storms) together gather,  
Oh let thy fury know a measure,  
Remember th' art a loving Father.  
Though I'm a disobedient child,  
Make me as good as thou art mild.   

8.  
In wisdom thou chastizest thine,  
And in the furnace of affliction,  
Their drossy souls thou dost refine;  
And by thy Judgments, stamp conviction.  
If thy corrections thou dost lengthen,  
Accordingly be pleased to strengthen.   

9.  
Will he persist in wrath? and never  
Admit of thoughts of mercy? can  
The Lord abandon his for ever?  
O● no, for he is God, not man.  
He vows,( and will his vows perform)  
His fury shall not always storm.   

10.  
O happy he whom God corrects,  
Therefore his chastening do● not shun;  
The Lord afflicts whom he affects,  
As doth a father, his loved Son.  
Nor doth he always fury like,  
For he doth stroke, as well as strike.   

11.  
Who would not willingly endure  
A minutes time ●, little pain;  
If after that he might be sure  
Ten thousand years of cas● to gain?  
Afflictions light, and transitory,  
yield an eternal weight of glory.   

12.  
Cleanse me from soul infecting sin,  
And purely purge away my dross,  
O do thou take from me my Tin;  
( And make me joy in such a loss,)  
O Lord my crooked ways reform,  
And be my pilot in a storm.   

13.  
If thou affliction please to sand  
To try my frailties, and weak graces;  
Make me look up, and learn to mend,  
That thou mayest hug me with embraces.  
" The Law is rough, the gospel calm,  
" Be that the lance, and this the Balm.   

14.  
Whither thy favour thou display,  
Or dost with flaming fury glow;  
O let me with the faithful say,  
I do by good experience know,  
All things shall work for good to those  
Who God affect, whom God hath choose:   

15.  
As my affliction Lord abounds  
So let m consolation,  
Pour Balsam in my bleeding wounds,  
And hid m' in thy pavilion.  
Although I ●ail yet I shall stand  
Supported by thy helping hand.   

16.  
Great God! though my offences urge  
Thy heavy hand, yet Lord refrain,  
My Saviour's blood hath power to purge  
My sca●let sins, though died in grain.  
One drop can scour, and make them full  
As bright as snow, as white as wool.   

17.  
Thy ●rowning Justice storms do bring,  
But thy clear mercies them do stop:  
I'll be content with a wet spring,  
So I may have a joyful crop.  
Comforts will troops of grief destroy,  
Who sow in tears shall reap in joy   

18.  
My God, my Rock, my shield, my Tower,  
My health, my strength, deliver me,  
From those three foes, that would devour,  
Ah! I shall fall unheld by thee.  
Thou only hast the power to quell  
pernicious foes, Sin, Death, and Hell,   

19.  
Thou Lord wilt lay no more on me  
When my weak back can bear no longer  
Either my burden light shall be,  
Or else my feeble faith grow stronger.  
O let my well, prepared breast  
With what thou send'st contented rest.   

20.  
The judgments of the Lord are just;  
Why should his judgments then dismay me?  
I in my God will put my trust,  
Although my God should please to slay me.  
O Lord before thee do I stand,  
As day within the potters hand.   

21.  
In time of want, grant I may live  
By faith, and on thy promise seed;  
Thou, Lord more ready art to give,  
Then I to ask, when I do need.  
O heavenly Father, make it still  
My meat, ●nd drink, to do thy will.   

22.  
O may I first thy kingdom seek,  
And righteousness which flows from thee▪  
( So shall I be confirmed though we●k.)  
And other things shall added be.  
Ah Lord! shall I presume to trust  
Thee for a kingdom, not ● crust.   

23.  
In poverty ●●●ho● my w●●lth,  
May I fear thee, and esche will,  
It shall be ●● my n●vil● he●lth;  
And my dry 〈◇〉 with marrow ●●ll▪  
In thee it lies for to res●●es●●  
The fainting spirit, and trembling fresh:   

24.  
O Lord, uphold 〈◇〉 in my w●ll,  
For ah! my ●ee● are 〈…〉 stumbl●;  
Chain thou my tongue 〈◇〉 sinful 〈◇〉,  
In all conditions make ●●e humble?  
O give me gr●●e ●o must i● thee,  
So shall, it them go well with me.    

The Birth of CHRIST.  

To be propitious to him, while he sings,  
The meanest of Poets oraves the best of Kings.   

GReat God of lights, be pleased to infuse  
Celestial light, into mine infant Muse.  
Be thou to me an unsealed fountain, whence  
I may suck joyful streams; transport my sense,  
Above this Mole-hill earth, do thou distil  
Into the concave of my trembling Quill,  
Those lucid drops of divine Oratory,  
From thy full Lembick, to set out the story  
Of thy Son's condescension. I shall stray,  
If thou assist not, O be thou my way.  
Lord I am weak at best, direct my youth,  
That I may nothing writ, but what is truth.  
O teach thou me though tender, and unripe,  
To play upon this slender Oaten pipe:  
so tune it Lord that I may breath upon it  
And sound thy praises, in a lasting sooner.  
I care not for( so thou but guid my Quill)  
sweat Helecon, nor yet Parnasus hill.  
Make me an instrument to sing thy praise  
I crave a crown of glory, not of bays.  
It was the time when in the morning ruddy  
The thrice three sisters flocked into my study,  
And having played upon their Ivr'y Lyre  
Such Rapsodies as Phebus did inspire.  
One of the nine( the other held their tongue)  
Caliope stood up and thus she sung.  
( The rest gave audience, by my desk I sit,  
And what she spake in Characters I writ.)   

All you whose teare-bedewed eyes spy  
The ill shaped visage of your sins, draw nigh,  
Mark! and consider what the Lord hath done,  
To save lost sinners he hath sent his Son.  
And you whose eyes could never yet let fall  
A tear in earnest for your sins; come all,  
Come, and in heart-proceeding tears behave you,  
And do not doubt, a Christ is born to save you.   

" How can your frozen gutters choose but run,  
" That feel the warmth of such a glorious Sun.   

Now Rosy-f●c'd Aurora does unfold  
Her purple Curtains, all b●fring'd with gold.  
And from the pillow of his saffron bed,  
Don-Phebus rouze●h his refulgent head.  
He newly leaving th' Oriental streams  
O● Thitis, brandisheth her trembling beams,  
Lo now bright Phospher doth abroad display  
His early fulgour. ush'ring in the day  
Of welcome joy: Now is the golden morn,  
Wherein the Saviour of the world is born.  
born, and of whom? a virgin, what is stranger?  
Where, in a Stable? and in what, a manger?  
O wondrous meekness I he that might be born  
In a rich palace, thought it not a scorn  
To rest upon a Cratch, and lay him down  
On locks of straw, and not on beds of down  
This child of glory( with his locks of Amber)  
graced a poor stabl●, not a princely chamber.  
His Mother in her travail had of Lawn  
No sheets; no vallents, nor no curtains drawn.  
Nor could she there( as she deserved) behold  
Brave Tapstry-hangings, all enriched with gold?  
No Scarle● blankets did enwrap her child,  
Unspotted, holy, harmless, undefiled;  
O object of delight! how amiable  
Are thy rare virtues! and how vile the stable  
In which they are enclosed! there art thou lain,  
Thou whom the heaven of heav'ns cannot contain.  
O groundless depths of thy humility!  
What? room for swearers, and no room for the●  
For to be entertained? ah! hadst thou been  
As bad as they, thou mightst have had an Inn.  
Foxes have holes, and every bide their nest,  
But Christ had not whereon his head might rest.  
Bles't Son if God, oh! how hast thou debased  
Thy glorious self, ●h! why wouldst thou be placed  
In such a homely bower; was't not that we  
Might by thy pattern learn humility?  
Art thou advanced unto the highest pitch  
Of fortune? be not proud, Christ was not rich.  
Art thou involved in gulfs of poverty?  
Remember Christ was poor as well as thee.  
He's poor without, but all enriched within,  
Like other men in all things, saving sin.  
Our mediator, and our advocate,  
Is born but meanly, not in regal state.  
And all for sinners, oh! th' abounding love  
Of a sweet Saviour! he that was above  
Angels in glory; and might still inherit  
Investest honor, bears an humble spirit,  
And to b' as low, as low can be, hath choose;  
The inundation of his love o'er flows,  
Our thoughts conceptions thou dost expand  
Pure love; ah! what deserve we at thy hand  
But fire and brimstone? ah! what moves thee thus  
Dear Lord! what goodness dost thou find in us?  
Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst mindful be  
To save from torment, such awretch as he.  
Towards froward sinners he his ●avour turn●s;  
Oh! how our God in his affection burns.  
O love un par●lel'd! uncom●rehend●d!  
Great God! ●h! whither is thy love extended!  
cheer up poor sin-●ick soul; ●rt thou op●rest,  
And heavy laden, Christ will give thee rest?  
Rouz thee from sinful sleep, ere break of day,  
Mark w●at the angel did to th' shepherds say?  
He ●aies to thee f●ar not; lo now I bring  
Tidings of joy; for unto you a King  
A S●●iour is born, is bo●ne to day,  
Where princel, David did the sceptre sway:  
The wise-men see, conducted by a star  
A Sun-shine, brighter then the Sun by far.  
O may we all unanimously run  
To view the rising of so clear a Sun.  
Lord let us not with Herod and the Jews,  
Hearing thy birth be troubled at the news.  
But joy in th●● thou comest to restore  
And save us sinners, who were lost before.  
This, this is he concerning whom 'twas said  
The wom●ns seed shall break the Serpents head.  
This, this is he, whose rays cast such a fire,  
As should inflame our amorous desire.  
Who can behold so sweet a babe as this is,  
And not embrace him whith a thousand kisses!  
Before his sight, the purest Lamp seems dim,  
And light is darkness, if compared to him.  
If he but show the Sun-shi●e of his eye  
We do revive, i● he withdraw we die.  
W● by the splend●ur of his rays, have been  
Freed from the darksome dungeon of sin.  
Lo●d how inscrutable! oh how profound  
A●e thy way●●! oh! how deeply are we bound  
T● praise, and please thee, and ●o be inclined  
To love▪ thee with our souls, our strength,& mind!  
Shine Sun of glory, let thy beams divine  
Revive our spirits, Shine, Sun of glory shine.   

Life of our s●uls, mo●e glorious to behold  
Then fruitful Ophir's best refined gold;  
Do thou me in thy lovely arms embrace,  
And help me varnish thy atracting grace,  
With sacred rhetoric; if on my tongue  
The Lutes, and Vials of the Angels, hung,  
Those Sonnets I could sound in endless dayes,  
Would not be correspondent to thy praise.  
O let thy lips, in a diviner story  
Declare thy graces, and divulge thy glory  
As Angels did, glory be to thee still,  
Peace on the earth, and unto men, good will.  
Be glad my soul whilst all the world records,  
With one cosent: Salvation is the Lord's.  
Th' eternal God, hath sent his onely Son  
To die for us; we by his loss are won.  
To Ela's note let us our voices raise,  
And touch our Organs on their ●owder keyer,  
To us, is b●●n, to us, i● sent from heaven,  
The Lord of ●●fe; to us a Son is given.  
To us, that are 〈◇〉 lesser then the least▪  
Of mercies, this great mercy i● expressed.   

With th●● Cal●iope spreads out her wings,  
And ●●●ck( as did the rest) a way she springs.  
Then for the present, rapture● lef● nay head,  
Inventio● vanished, and my ●●ncy 〈◇〉.    

In Natalim Christi.  
Acrosticon.  

Mens digesta cupit claruM resonare triumphuM  
Vulnifico exemit christus nos Ditis ab ictV  
Numine dexter, ades spleNdescat pectore lumeN  
Divinum Deus; ●r●● Diet 〈◇〉 ●●bar ill●D  
Icta chelys, mutil I feriat laque●ri● Cae●I   

Sol petit Antipodas aul● Stellantis AlumnuS  
Alloquitur pecudum PAstor●●, p●ndit e●altA  
Lux micat, en! mundi●sa Lvator, Justitiae SoL  
Virginis è gremio exeritVr,( ●●irabile dictV  
Amgelicis concuss A●remunt 〈◇〉  
Terra Choros agitaT; Nympha cum Tethyde saltanT  
Ore Chaos gemit hOrrendo; reparabilis echo  
Rugit, et auratus s● R●pitu confunditur aeth●R   

Iam soboles divina De ●, pro crimin● 〈◇〉 I  
Excelsà astrigeri ●o E●li delab●●●r are E  
Sumit et humanaS, indu●us corpore formaS  
Vita Salus, mihi sis LaVs, Gloria ●ulcit JesV  
Sic meo plectra tuas, re Son●●at pector● lauds    

A hymn in Commemoration of the Gun-powder Treason.  

NOw the grisly God of Hell,  
With his ●onsters, fierce and fell,  
Which in pitchy Cev●rns dwell  
Enter into consultation:  
And the Devil's Imp● th●[ Pope,]  
And the catholics which grope  
In the dark●, do greatly hope  
For to see our desolation.   

E're our Queen Elizabet●  
Had resigned her latest 〈◇〉  
Men and Devils undern 〈…〉  
Met to hatch a horrid treason.  
Garnet moves the King of spain  
To invade: King James his reign  
New begun makes him refrain  
That design b'ing ruled by reason.   

Seditious Catesby he recit●s  
To Winter, what he had as lights,  
From Parsons and the J●sui●●●,  
On which the Powder-plo● was grounded.  
These Ca●almes with their c●mplices  
( Foes to virtue, 〈◇〉 to 〈◇〉)  
Swear to hid ●●e ●n●●●prizes  
Which sh●ll be to them propounded.   

Powd●r-Barreis thirty six;  
( Billet-wood and faggot sticks  
For to colour it) they fix,  
In a Cellar that was void.  
This conspired to overthrow  
King and kingdom at a blow,  
What to do they fain would know,  
Faux a villain they employed.   

A letter sent to th' Lord Mounteagle,  
To discontent did him inveigle,  
The King, like a majestic Eagle,  
Saw with his ju●●men●s piercing eye;  
And 〈◇〉 ●he 〈…〉 ●and  
( 〈…〉 the word● ha● wisely scanned)  
The 〈◇〉 c●u●d not understand,  
The 〈◇〉 sense he did disery.   

The King commands, they search about,  
For to remove suspicious doubt;  
At last they find the traitor out,  
With a dark lantern in his h●nd.  
The plo●'s revealed, and al their aims  
His gracious goodness God proclaime●,  
In saving thus our sovereign James  
And all the Nobles of the land,   

Oh what for us the Lord hath wrought,  
He, he hath rescued us, and brought  
All our foes fond atempts to nought?  
Bloody mindes have bloody ends.  
In the secret-hidden snare,  
Which for us they did prepare,  
They themselves entangled are;  
Powder plotters powder rents.   

They that did our deaths conspire,  
And did very much desire  
We might dance in shets of fir●,  
Their plots found out, they fled our coasts.  
Some of them did a halter stretch,  
Guy Faux▪ a brazen-faced wretch,  
Had's head er●cted on a cratch:  
Glory be to the Lord of hosts.   

Thrice blessed be this day, may not  
Th● unaccomplish'd Powder-plot,  
By any Christians be forgot.  
O joyful joyful holy day!  
Let Bells in every Steeple ring,  
And every sort of people sing,  
And boyes their squibs and crackers fling,  
And bonfires bea●ny light display.   

Let all of us with one accord  
extol and magnify the Lord;  
Who to this iceland did afford  
So great, so straing deliverance!  
O sing we all ways to his praise,  
Sweet Sonnets hymns and Lirick-Layes,  
Who doth preserve his Church always,  
Praise God my soul, his praise advance.    

GENETHLIACON, OR A Birth-song, in honor of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ his coming into the World.  

1.  
FRom the skies Night slideth down;  
clothed in a sable gown;  
And her drowsy head doth crown,  
With a Poppy Coronet:  
Muffling up her scarecrow face;  
Holding forth a Leeden Mace;  
Thus she o'er the world doth trace;  
With bright sentinels beset.   

2.  
Now the Magi from a far  
From the Eastern borders are  
led by th' lustre of a star,  
To the place where Jesus lay:  
They, soon e're they him behold,  
Present presents manifold,  
myrrh and frankincense, and gold,  
And in praises spend the day.   

3.  
And it happened thus, that near  
Unto Bethlehem, there were  
faithful Shepherds, who with care  
Tended on their fleecy fold:  
Least that their flock-leading Rams,  
And the pretty baing Lambs,  
Should be whoried with their dams,  
For the Foxes were too bold.   

4.  
Suddenly, a glorious light,  
chased away the purblind night;  
And from heaven an Angel bright  
To the shepherds did appear;  
W●hile their fleecy people graz'd,  
At this prodigy they gazed,  
And no little were amazed,  
For their hearts did shake with fear.   

5.  
From the bosom of a cloud,  
Heavens Herald did unshroud,  
This Embassy out aloud,  
Fear nor shepherds; Lo this morn.  
The glad tidings which I bring,  
Shall give you just cause to sing,  
For to you, to you, a King,  
And a blessed Saviour's born:   

6.  
There, where princely David swayed  
He which the worlds ground-work laid,  
Born is of a Mother-Maid,  
And involved in swad'ling clouts:  
Ever after shall all nations,  
In succeeding generations,  
Fill the heav'ns with acclamations,  
And the earth with joyful shouts.   

7.  
He which is inestemable,  
And to do all things is able,  
Is enclosed within a stable,  
Cradled in a silly manger:  
Where the stalled Ox hath fed,  
There your Saviour lays h●s head,  
And a lock of straw's his bed,  
Go Swains, entertain the strange   

8.  
When the Angel held his tongue,  
An heavenly host of Angels sung,  
( That the valted Regions rung)  
For they warb'led out most shrill,  
This harmonious mellody:  
Glory be to God on high,  
Peace unto the earth be nigh,  
And unto mankind good will.   

9.  
Praised be Gods holy name,  
Let the world his praise proclaim,  
Happy time, wherein we came  
For to tend upon our fold:  
We are now redeemed from hell,  
We that from our maker sell,  
We, cursed we, that did rebel,  
Was there better news e're  told.   

10.  
precious Balm from Gilead springs,  
Unto us a Saviour brings,  
Healing in his balmy wings;  
Unto us a Son is given.  
We will carol songs of praise,  
Eucha●ists, and Roud-delaie●,  
On her Ho-boies all our daies.  
To the Emperour of heaven.   

11.  
What we with our ears have heard,  
Hath unto our eyes appeared,  
And shall be abroad decalr'd,  
By our mouths. O blessed birth!  
O! what God for us hath done,  
He hath sent his only Son,  
By whose loss we shall be won!  
Here is cause indeed of mir●h.   

12.  
Glory be to thee the Lord,  
Who according to thy word,  
Such rich mercy dost afford,  
As is treasured up in Jesus,  
O how doth our joy abound,  
May'● in every corner sound,  
We are lost, but shall be found,  
We are pained, but Christ will ease us!   

Soul.  
A Saviour is born;  
And is he born for me?  
Me; what? for me forlorn?  
O love beyond degree!   

Christ.  
These sides shall feel the spear;  
Blood shall my sides run down:  
Soul, I the across will bear;  
And thou shalt wear the crown.   

Soul.  
Though the dull earth aspire,  
And sprightly flames descend:  
Yet shall my heart my Lyre,  
Praise thee without AN END    

The four Ages of the World.  

1 The Golden Age.  

TIme was( and pitty that it flew away)  
When peaceful Saturn did the sceptre sway  
Of heaven and earth, there was no need of Laws,  
Nor jangling Lawyers. to pro●ogue a cause;  
The riggid Plough, earths bowels need not tear,  
The earth untilled spontaneously did bear  
Fecundious witnesses: no Lab'rours toil  
Need dress the Vineyards, or manure the soil,  
Plump Baccus to full bowls of sparkling Nectar  
Invites each p●ssenger; fair Flora decked her  
With her embroidered Robes, sets open wide  
Her flower-furnishd shop; with painted pride  
Makes every month to swell, her golden trammels  
Hold each beholding eye, she richly enamels  
The smiling meads, Zephyrus ever calm  
baths her in kisses of Arabian balm.  
On lovely-check'd Pomana's curled Tresses,  
Hang lovely ornaments; Bright Ceres dresses  
The naked a'er with her locks, which sborn  
Like Hidra sprout again; the ripned corn  
Prick up their golden ears, listening unto  
Soft wisp'ring Zephyrus his language, who  
Tenders his humble service, and do●h stand  
Ambitious to defend them, and command  
Blastings to come not near; their thanks to show  
Their humble heads, the grateful corn-feilds bow.  
All things were plenty: Terminus no bound  
As yet assigned, unto the common ground:  
The world was but one field; each man content  
enjoyed those lavish gifts dame Nature sent.  
The yoke was stranger to the idle Bull:  
The sheep went clothed in her natural wool,  
The Taratant'ra Trump, nor rumbling Drum.  
Nor Sword nor Helmite in the world was come.  
Mars had no Sons, tway-faced Jannus kept  
His temple barred while every motion sl●pt  
On slumb'ring feather beds of peace and quiet:  
Green herbs, and accorns was their chiefest dy●t  
Rivers of Nector flowed in liquid gold,  
Hyblcan Honey-merchants were enroul'd.  
'twas always spring, O what hirmonious notes  
The Birds did warble from their mus'call throats:  
Rocking the winds asl●ep, their charming Song  
enticed the silver streams to da●ce along.  
Men rude and void of Arts no Citye● build,  
Contented with such houses woods did yield.  
The hollow of the hands were cups at first,  
Water was Nectar, to alloy their thirst. &c.    

2 The Silver Age.  

Saturn b'ing banished his supposed throne,  
( Seldom comes better when the old one's gone)  
Dayes Halcionian ceased, the Silver Age  
With beardless Jove, came mounting on th● stage.  
Jove did contract the pleasures of the Spring,  
And the year into four Quarters bring.  
Gray Winter sbiv'ring comes, and sheets of Snow  
Upon this universal Bed doth strew.  
The ways are chained, glazed are the silver floods;  
White Periwigs adorn the bald-pate woods.  
extremity of weather now compels  
Men to build houses, and procure them cells:  
Thick shrubs and barks of Trees they join together  
And make some briero's against wind weather.  
The earth displeased at this mutation, breeds  
The downie Thistle, and such usless weeds.  
No Wheat is reaped, nor no Barley mown,  
But what by the industrious hand is sown.  
The yoked Oxen groan, the lab'our● brows  
Rain sweaty showers down: the boyst'rous ploughs  
Because until'd, earth would no longer bear  
For very madness do her bowels tear.    

3 The Brazen Age.  

THe golden and the silver age is gone,  
Next by succession, comes a brazen one.  
Man's nature now is grown more fierce, and cruel,  
The fire of war, is nourished by the fuel  
Of quarrelsome debate, and such like crimes  
As Titan ne're beholded. Reciduous times!    

4 The Iron Age.  

The last, and worst of all, the Iron Age,  
Acts its last part; who with unbridled rage▪  
Sly fraud, hide witchery, hostile deceit,  
Hearr-gnawing envy, and pestif'●ous hate;  
Claw-back de●raction, clu●ch-fist Avarice,  
Loathed Oppression, and what ever 'vice  
Can well be thought on; gather to a head,  
And through the hospitable world do spread.     

Monumentum Exequiale OR Lasting sorrow for the death of the Reverend, Pious, and Eminently-learned, Mr Tho Horn, late School-master of eton college.  

Oh I am drowned in grief, a Borean blast  
Hath torn my tackling, tumbled down my mast  
My Anchor's lost, my Cable is undone,  
And I, poor I, upon the quick-sands run:  
Could I command the gold in India shines,  
Arabian Mountaines, and American Mines,  
What e're beaths from Pancha●a's spicy woods,  
What costly Gems enrich Idaspes floods:  
All would I give to him that could impart  
The least of ease to my corroded heart.  
storms have their calms, flowings their ebbs, but I  
Am the Charybdi● of perpiexity  
Ah me! ah me! Melpomene lament▪  
This common loss, till all thy tears be spent.  
Lock not thy thoughts in silence: cloath thy mind  
In airy garments: while the blust'ring wind  
Of grief, doth agitate thy yielding breast,  
Oh how canst thou expect a minutes rest!  
Groan thunder then: salute the deaf●ed skies  
With integrated sobs: let thy swollen eyes  
Be Islands, circled with a Sea of tears:  
And in thy Readers hospitable ears  
Lodge thy lamenting sounds: that they may flow  
As well as thee: and empty out their woe.   

What strange confused fragor's this proclaims  
That Helicon's disturbed? the Thespian dames  
sand to the groaning air, their hideous shrieks,  
Contunde their breasts, and lacerate their cheeks  
With Adamantine palms, like Beldams tear  
Their Amber-locks, the music that I hear  
Are Bag-pipe sighs and loud O ganick moans  
moved by the weights of grief, see, see the stones  
even m●lt away in tears: the Chappel's hung  
In mourning vestments: every eye and tongue  
Rings, rings, elegious Sonnets out, the pews  
Are drenched in briny puddles. ah! what dews  
Fall from the glazed pictures. how the lead  
Doth seem to run abroad now he is dead!  
grief, Aqua-fortis like, corrodes the bars,  
And in his ashes rakes up glittering stars:  
The earth is proud( O honourable thing!)  
To wear so rich a jewel in her Ring,  
And we, sad we, his Pupils, run about  
His tomb, and weep until our eyes be out:  
Why weep we so? alas! our pearly tears  
Can only deck his hearse, not in his ears  
Drop an enliv'ning power; let's then condole  
Our folly in lamenting him, whose soul  
Calcined soul, quitting this earth is flown  
Into the bosom of the Trine in One:  
Where we will leave him, still to be possess'st  
Of heavenly glory, and eternal rest.   Vivit post funera virtus.  

His Epitaph:  

Tender hearts bedew your eyes,  
Here, beneath this Marble lies  
One was spir'tually discerned,  
Meek, wise, pious, virtuous, learned;  
And whose understanding parts  
stored up all the lib'rall Arts.   

He distilled wholesome truths,  
On your hearts, Etonian youths;  
rouse your Muses to his praise,  
Never dying pillars raise.    

Terra Pilae fimilis.  

MEmphis conticeat Pyramidum decus;  
Chaldoei, sileant et Babiloniae;  
Urbem coctilbus maenibus inclytam;  
Nec fanum Trivia tollat honoribus  
Vulgus mirificis: non variabile  
Mansoli tumulum Cares in air  
Pe●dentem vacuo, nive superbiant:  
Sublimem statuam mitis Apollinis  
Laudabunt alii: jactitat et labour  
Thebas centifores: et Pharos insula  
Miratur: merito dignus honoribus  
Rerum nonne opifex tergeminus Deus?  
Cujus mirabili terra potentia  
Perpinguis vaeno pendet in a●re  
Libra●am remanens ponderibus suis?  
Tellurem in speciem conglomerat pilae  
Ne non sideribus circuit aureis.    

Vita Principis censura.  

Principe plebs minor est, minor est ut numine princeps  
Principis illa subest legibus, ille Dei.  
Saxa gravem Chalybem post se Borealia ducunt,  
Regis amat nutus aemula turba sequi.  
Non magis agnus ovem sequitur, levis arbutus Austrum  
Nec magis à vitreis as simulatur aquis.  
Reg● hilari gaudet, flet si rorantur Ocelli,  
Quod tulit, illa tulit, quod facit, illudagit.  
Ejus deliciae plebis sunt sola voluptas,  
Arbitrio vulgus statque caditque suo.    

Tertullus Apolos.  

Gratiae dulces, lepidaeque voces,  
Sermo facundus, locuplesque vena,  
Et lepos blandus domini beata  
Munera celfi.  
Suada, non castis animis inhaerens  
Clara, persuasit mala perpetrare,  
Profit ast vera pietate Suada  
Concatinata.    

In Equum quendam atate consumptum hand veloci pede promoventem Hexasticon  

Non ego sum Trojanus equus, nec inutile lignum,  
said postis gradiens cum gravitate tamen:  
Qui velit insideat, liceat recreare; quid obstat?  
Nam bis millenis ictibus ire queam  
Ipse mihi dominoque salus, en! astra relucent  
Sublatus: in gremio Marspiter ipse meo.   

Englished thus:  

I am no Trojan Horse, nor fruitless stock,  
To tell the truth I'm a grave-walking block.  
Any, that will, may ●ide me for their pleasure,  
Two thousand stripes may make me go by leisure:  
I mind mine own, and Masters health, lo: Stars  
My sides reflect: I brood the God of wars.    

Or thus  

I am no Art-made Horse, nor wood th●t's waste,  
But a stayed foot-pace, making no great hast.  
For recreation sake thou mayest( why not?)  
come ride me: blows enough may make me tro●.  
Well fare myself, and rider, in these sides  
stars shine: Oh! in my lap Gradivus hides.     

Inanis jactatio per hypotypofin.  

Bacchus ad arma vocat socios; sic unus et alter  
Obstrepit illius( reboant cellaria) potu:  
Nos erimus bello forts, pia turba sororum  
Tartareis oritur a locis, crinita Megara  
Invida Tisyphone, nec non insignis allecto  
( Crinibus in nodum contortis more Sycambri)  
Ignibus accensis adsunt sonuere flagello.  
Ibimus illaesi, metuenda per agmina forts  
Contra pugnaces animos conjungere dextras,  
Num metuent? manibus pedibusque conabimur omnes  
Debellare hostes, nostris adversa potestas  
Viribus inferior, quàm despicabilis illa est!  
Flenda cruorifluis lace●ari terga flagellis  
Vidimus, en! humerósque premi sub pondere lass●s  
Tamburlanus ego video mihi, ●ùque tricorpor  
Geryon, simulachra Jovis, Solisque colossus  
Postica Equus Cacipars antica virfuit ecce  
Est lupus in fabula, tuque es Antaeus arena,  
Tu lapides Turnus jacias, tu Monychus Ornos  
Hic Brontes Steropésque simul nudusque Pyrachmon  
Fulmina discutiant contortuplicantia bombis  
Telum, clava tridens insignia framea thyrsis  
Sint Jovis Alcidis, Neptuni, Martis, Iacchi.  
Talia praeteria et dimittit fulgura pelvis,  
Adjuvet ignovomis flamis nos Ae●na chimera;  
Vesbius et Lipare strigens, Peta Crinon& Alpes  
Supp●ditant niveas pilas sic Sisyphus ingens  
Increpat, et Stentor furibundo litigat ore,  
N●c mora pugnator Corribantes araque pulsant  
Dumque tube resonant victoria nulla potita est.    

Querimonia de Solario.  

Absconde Titan purpureae facis  
Flaminas et obfusca nitidum jubar,  
Solarium hand luke fruatur,  
Abbrevians celerisque lusus.   

Non pullulabant tot nova guttura  
learn Chelidro, quot mala protulit  
S●larum hujus manch nator  
Fallere tempor a non sinentis   

Non visceribus Colchis inhospita  
Tum trust tulit virus in abditis:  
Horae advocant duri● fugaces  
Innocuos pueros libellis.   

Eheu! rapaces( phro lachrimabile!)  
Labuntur horae, Bosphoreos sinus.  
Mercat●r horrescit Charibdim  
Cyaneas trabe Scyllam●t atram.   

Vuip●m dolosam mittis ovis fugi●  
Caute eolumbe morsibus anguium  
Servantur, inprovisa at hora  
Japeti genus omne fallit.    

Humilitas Triumphans, Seu de Regina Suecorum, coronam sibi abrogante.  

VIrtus munditiis culta suis nitit  
Excellens, Pario est marmore purior:  
Haec est ad superos strata rosis via:  
Felix qui po●uit dulcia temnere  
Contentus minimis lucra divitiis.  
Thebanum Historiae laudibus evehunt  
Cratem, qui liquidum proijcit in mere  
Numorum cumulum non minimum se qui  
Anfractus Sophiae, c●straque Palladis.  
Quis non Phocionem tollat honoribus  
Claris ●ximium, munera Persica  
Peleo à juvene allataque spreverat?  
Agros Democritus deseruit suos  
Dives, fecit eos publica pascua:  
Expers muneribus Scipio publicis  
Pr●vatim usque diem vixit ad ultimum.  
Horum perspicua est ●n pietas virum!  
At multo his superat faemina nobilis,  
Regina indomita, et Gloria, Laus, Honor  
Suecorum; capi●i deposuit suo  
Iunctos Laureoles▪& Diademata  
Dat consanguineo: non juvat aureis  
Ostantaré suum stemma palatiis,  
Gaudet nec animos stringere in hosticas  
Junctis in cuneos Quadrupedantibus  
Turmas et valido milite consequi  
Victorum innumeris nomina mortibus:  
Nec calcat variis classibus aequora.  
Non vestis Tyrio mur●ce tingitur  
Auri nec poculis, vinaque Lesbia  
Scintillant: cumulos despicit aureos.  
Contenta haec proprijs usibus aggerat  
Quantum sufficiat copiarumque opum.    

In Hortos.  

Laudabunt alij Lucani, et Adonidis hortos,  
Alcinoi, fulvos Hesperidumque trium.  
Sunt quibus, unum opus est patulis radiantia ramis  
Aurea carminibus pomasonare suis.  
Oxoniae, omnigenis herbis at nobilis hortus  
Nos juvat, Hippocriti Pharmaca cuncta f●rus  
Aspice plantam humil●m pudibunda dat oscula terra  
Coutrahit et ramos tactilis herbae suos.  
Hic viridi recubare queas sub tegmine buxi,  
Fessaque floriferis sternere membera toris.  
Clara viri ingenui Waddhamia maenia et hortis  
Archimedeum cvi c●dit ingenium.  
Parte tripartitus pelvis m●dia effluit amnis  
Virginis en niveae pro●uit unda genas.  
Pictaque festivos tellus expirat odores,  
Et florum partu visicolore tumet.  
Aeolus insequitur ventos, hic orb resedent  
Vertibili, glauco vest recinctus ●rat.    

Eucharasticon, in pluviam post solennes preces feliciter donatam.  
Anno 1653.  

IAm scelus Angliacum pulsaverat ostia coeli  
Horrentes strepitus imbibit aure Deus:  
Nec mora, non parvas dignas Jove concipit iras  
Dent ait hi poenas quas meruere pati.  
Sol calet et subito viridantia pascua flavos  
Induerant vultus, et decus omne fugit.  
Moesta Cor●s imbres sitibundo gutture flagra  
Nullaque cael●sti roar madescit humus  
Angiica gens, liquido lachrimarum font resedit  
Abluat ut sordes voice rogatque Deum.  
Tum D●us a●nuerat, reserat cava viscera nubis  
Telluris siccas proluit unda g●n●s.  
Quae nova jam rerum facies? laetantur agclli,  
Gau●et et effuso Nectare terra madens.  
Laetantur pccudes, et onusti floribus horti  
Purpureis rident; ridet et alma Ceres.  
Largius en! niveae tondent nova gramina vaccae  
Et referunt mulctris ubera tenta suis.  
Lucifer Eoâ sulget laetissimus arce,  
Et Veneris sparso purpurat igne genas.  
Dulcis odoratae Zephyrus dat basia Florae,  
Et tr●mulos ramulos mitior aura quatit.  
Nocte sub humenti Nymp●ae, Satirique bicornes  
Exercent agiles laeta per arva choros:  
T●mpora su●ilibus gaudent redimire corollis,  
Lampsa●io carpunt Lilia grata Deo.  
Aspice laeti●ijs laetentur ut omnia miris  
Festivos ducat laeta Thalia sonos.  
Noster jo Paean, sint carmina sancta canamus  
Gloria in excelsis pax sit, et alma solo.  
Imbremque pluviamque polo deducis ab alto,  
Nostraque muneribus vota minora tuis.    

De Arietis ante Electionem Etonensem( pro more) venatione.  

ARgolici juvenes Colchi frigentis ab oris  
Auratum vellus surr●spuisse ferunt.  
Ecce school teneri nos Etonensts alumni,  
Corniger herbiferis vir gregis adstat agris;  
Currite vos juvenes, madefactos sanguine fustes  
Portate invicti, vellieris usus eat.  
Casta Diana'juvet, si non superare potestis  
Vos nemorum Dive, vos Driadumque chori.  
Quid fugis? ah demens frustra vitare laboras  
Lethiferum vulnas, mors properata venit.  
Turba juvenilis coeunt, mortemque minantur,  
Captus non bumili vindice caesus cris.  
Succumbens ari●s non uno est verbere victus  
Herculeis ictus fustibus ecce cadit.  
Corpus panicea sandapila jam coquus abdat  
Convivi vivis condite Sarcophagis.    

Quaerimonia Etonensium de spe fear frustraneâ.  

Suggere moerorem ludi Etonensis Alumnis  
Melpomine tristes tristia verba decent.  
Quisque suos casus lachrymarum gurgite plangat.  
Induat atratam nostra Thalia togam  
Solvimur in rivulos, moesti rorantur Oeelli  
Flumine suspirij pectora nostra tument?  
Cura facit canos nos( heu!) juvenilibus annis,  
Collapsts macies errat ubique genis.  
Navita contrarijs ventis et fluctibus actus,  
Tandem exoptatam puppe retinget humum,  
Cogimur( heu!) longum duros sufferre labores,  
Atque evadendi copia nulla datur.  
Si causam rogites, Regina pecunia desit  
Nobis, O solum pondera pondus habent!  
Olim si terras moerens Astraea reliquit  
Certus sum n●stro non reditura solo.  
Nummatis juvenes Academica dona beatunt  
Cum nihil atulerit nudus am●cus eat  
Aurum si saliat laeva de parte mamiliae  
nile saliat, satis est, crimina pauper habet.  
Saxa trahunt post terga sequens Magnetica ferum  
Capreoli sanguis durum Adamanta domat.  
O utinam traberent regalia tecta pot●nti  
Nos dextra, et socii mollia corda ferant!    

An acrostic Elegy upon the death of the late Reverend, and Famons Divine,  
Mr.  

Is he then dead? hoW soon pays he his dEbt?  
Oh were it not( If God saw good) As yet;  
Surely this sa— Cred man, is gone to Take  
Eternity by th' hand; hE means t— O make  
Perp●tual hap— Piness his Couch, oN which  
He may secu-Rely lie, in glory riCh.  
Sound were his wOrds, his life& conversatiOn  
yielded a fragrant fVme; his contempt Lation  
Most heavenly was; On earth( unparalleled  
Others in gift— Sand graces he excelled:  
Now grieving for This loss, poor Eton Dyes,  
Discharging volleys Of sad Ele— Gies;  
says she, alas! For me he spent his brEath,  
He dies, yet lives; Virtue surviveth death,    

In obitum Dom. THO: WEAVER: M. A. Etonensis Coll. Socij: Acrostico-Epicedium.  

Tertres Pierides TexToris funera flerunT  
Hoc facimus pueri, CHorusōis clamitat, ah, aH  
Omnes deflemus n— Ostro Textore peremptO  
Me miserum miserumque ChoruM! dum flemus ademptuM  
Actionae socium▪ p— Atremque gemente querelA  
Singult{us} potius, quam verSus edimus apto— S   

Victa jacet gravitas Weaveri condita vultV  
Vincitur a fatis virt us( miserabile dictV  
Ecce jacet, simul ecc Ejacet gens musica MusaE  
Alliciunt cantus, call Amosque dolente MinervA  
Vixit ut Hippolit— Vscaelebs, sine conjugis usV  
Extinctos cineres▪— En! Divae templa MinervaE  
Respiciunt, animus peRcaeli sidera ferta— R    

On Ambition.  

AMbition is a giant, which aspires  
No higher then the heavens; it desires  
Reach at priority, she scorns to be  
O'retop'd, nay more, she will not, no not she:  
Honor 's her aim, 'tis honor is the thing  
That mounts her thoughts imp'd to an Eagles wing  
She climbs on Pelion, if that will not do,  
On Pelion's back, she'll through mount Ossa too:  
Why not? says she, why may not I inherit  
What others have, since my transcending merit  
Eclipses thei●s? what e're it cost me, I  
By right, or wrong, will get priority.  
I am no mongrel brat, but freely born  
To no mean fortunes, slavery I scorn:  
Be he a King, or wear he be  
I have as much right to be rich as he.  
I'll rout out all the black-coats, if I can,  
The greatest Clerk is not the wisest man:  
Of such new light my spirit hath discerning,  
As they cannot attain for all their learning.  
My fingers itch to pull the Clergy down,  
And strike the Sarrs with my advanced crown.  
A wise forecast! but what if men do wonder  
At young designs? know there's a God of thunder,  
Can crush your Giant-like assaults; his power  
Weakens the proud; remember Babels Tower.  
Ambious Phaeton his fond desire  
ruined himself, and set the world on fire.  
Icarus flies, but Icarus his wings  
Are cing'd, and could, and head-long ruin brings.  
Aspiring Pharo perished through pride.  
And Bellisarius begged before he died.  
Nebucadnezar striving to be full  
Of honor is become a belowing Bull.  
While the Philosopher his eyes did pitch  
up to the stars, he fell into a dich.  
Claudius would be a God, yet doth he dread  
The voice of thunder underneath his bed,  
Strange kind of deity! his head he hides,  
vaunting Sosostrates in's Chariot rides,  
Drawn by those Kings he to subjection brought.  
So highly of himself King Hero thought,  
He would be brother to the Sun and King  
Of Kings: proud Soppho learned the Birds to sing,  
The great god sapph for to rule alone  
Constantine drove his mother from her throne.  
Brave blades! but what, save Monuments of shane,  
Left they behind? our Levellers which claim  
An interest in other mens estates.  
Shall, notwithstanding their projecting pates,  
Be c●ushed in the shell; and their intrusion  
Upon themselves, not others bring confusion:  
And though a● government they loudly bawl,  
Both civil, and eclesiastical;  
Blow Pauls down at a breath they may as soon  
As work their overthrough: Dogs at the Moon  
May bark, but canno● bite; The curstest Cow  
Hath shortest horns; Their stouter hearts shall bow  
Our upstart Zealots, and aspiring Elves,  
Striking at learning, shall strike down themselves.    

EVCharIstICon, In PsaLMos IessaeI natI sVaVIsonos, FranCIsCo rous Generoso( Etonae PraesVLe) Paraphraste nVper eXCVsos. Ao MCCCCCLLXWVVVVVIIIIIIII.  

Enl nova prela ferunt cultu limata Britanna  
Carmina fatidici nobile Regis opus.  
Dulcis Apollineas Spiras Francisee Camenas  
Suecing at nive as Laurea serta comas.  
*" Sacro {αβγδ} finis cursu, Philomela Poema;  
Finibus Angliacis sit sine fine sonus.   
* Ana Franciscus Rousius, gramma.  
* Ana Sacro {αβγδ} finis cursu. gramma.  

{αβγδ}  
{αβγδ}.  
{αβγδ}  
{αβγδ}:  
{αβγδ}.  
{αβγδ}.    

Anna FRANCIS ROVSE, gramma.  
Anna RISE CAR OF SVN. gramma.  

RISE CAR OF SVN, convey thy purer light  
Into our souls, so shall they know no Night.   

IS Nestor then revived? was ever Realm  
So blessed as this, had ever any helm  
So wise a Steersman? dost thou ask what Bee  
Drew Honey from the Fathers? this is he.  
Here's Davia's spirit just, each psalm, each line  
seems no Translation, but genuine.  
My soul take this Sybilla's golden branch  
To clear thy way so shalt thou safely launch  
Through troublous Seas. Grave Sir( in whose rare mind  
The Sept'agint resides) when you refined  
The drossy English Psalms, upon your tongue  
The Angels sacred Lutes and Vials hung.  
I see a phoenix; whensoe're I look  
Vpon your ●are inesteemeable book;  
If mercy by a golden chain e're drew  
His hearers by the ears, w'are drawn by you.  
Your Colledg-crowning gifts, content us more  
Then richest Jewels on the Indian shore.  
Will the majestic Eagle stoop so low  
As look upon poor silly fly●s? although  
The Eagle will not, yet you shine upon us.  
Bestowing Hony-dropin● favou●● on us.  
Your floods, we see do ove●flow the banks  
Of our deserts, and can we ebb in thanks?  
Scarce Atlas back is b●g enough to bear  
Your goodness fi●●●am ●t: suppose there were  
No Sun to gilled ou● Hem●●phe●, wee quiter  
Should not be blind, t●y psalm▪ book is our light.  
Why gilled I gold? The m●r● I do endeavour  
T'aproach your worth, I'm● further of then ever.  
Go on blessed Sir, your honourable ●ame  
Shall always stretch, the vocal cheeks of famed.   
FINIS.   

A century OF HISTORICAL APPLICATIONS, With a Taste of Poetical Fictions: Being the fruits of some spare Hours.  
BY N.B. E.C.A.  
LONDON.  
Printed for Robert Crofts, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Crown in Chancery Lane, under Sergeants inn, 1658.   

To his honoured Uncle, Mr John Wooton one of the Commissioners for the County of Hereford.  
SIR,  
Benefits bestowed oblige the receiver, thanks returned engage the giver: by the first I am made hopeless of requital: by the second you will be the more encouraged to continue your benevolence. To suppress the remembrance of favours is impious, Ingratum dixeris, omnia dixeris;& to express them as I should is more then I can do, and I know is more then you expect. indeed though words( as it is in the proverb) will butter no Parsnips, yet I confess a verbal acknowledgement is something, and a partial satisfaction better then none at all. This hath encouraged me to sand you( as a test of my real thank fullness) these unfledgd birds; hatched( to say the truth) in the dark, and brought to light when I could see none( scalding Rheums and Distilations for a great while together overclouding mine eye-sight) which may render their blemishes, wants, and imperfections, a little the more pardonable and excusable, with the judicious; such a one I assure myself you are, and therefore my humble Muse falling flat at the feet of your clemency, craves so much favour at your hands, that you would please to honor this tender Fry of hers, so far as to brood them under the wings of your protection; she bringing you them as a small present-from, Sir,  
Aug. 12. 1657. Your dutiful and most obliged kinsman NIC. BILLINGSLY.   

To the Reader.  
Reader,  
Whoever thou art, I here present thee with a Gallimawfery, a Moretum, a Hodge-podge, a Compound of many Simples; how well it will relish with thy palate I cannot tell: if thou likest it well and good, if not, there is I hope no harm done: I have no more to say to thee, only this; I bid thee farewell, resolving to remain  
Thine, as thou deservest. N. B.   

historical Applications,  

1.  
Tis pretty sport to see the Cobtines stride  
Vpon a Hobby-horses back, and ride.  
Insip●d idiots! O preposterous deeds!  
Steeds do not carry them, they carry Steeds.  
Pleasures are Reeds, which yield us infant play;  
Reader, we ride on Reeds as well as they.   

2.  
The Alc'ran says,( which who will may believe)  
The Moon descended into Mahomet's sleeve:  
'tis strange! yet God doth his loves lamp impart  
T'a more coarcted room, what's that? the heart.  
O may the lustre of those rays divine  
Be always sparkling in this heart of mine!  
That I, enlightened by thy light may see,  
Great God! more clearly to discover thee.   

3:  
The Tibaren's affix unto the across  
Those they love best; triumphing in their loss.  
But we to part with darling fins are sorry:  
Though we may gain thereby a crown of glory.   

4.  
Th' Arabians instead of worse wood  
Feed Corm'rant Vulcans jaws with fragrant spices  
But ah! we choose what's bad, refuse what's good,  
Offend the Lord of life with loathsome vices.  
My soul when zeal to kindle prayer begins.  
Cast out the filthy rubish of thy sins.   

5:  
Chimerians think there is no Sun,  
Because it is debarred their sight:  
The dark'ned soul doth groping run,  
If God absent his glorious light,  
Lord turn, with thy corruscant rays,  
My darksome nights to lightsome dayes.   

6.  
At the scape of good hope the rib-made Sex  
With chains of greasy tripes adorn their necks.  
even so those sins which in our eyes seem faire,  
In Gods, which are most pu●e, deformed are.  
What God abhors that mostly doth arride us,  
Disgrace we grace, and in our shane we pride us.   

7.  
Amongst the Series( O had we less store)  
Is neither thief, nor murderer, nor Whore.   

8.  
If glass-wall'd Baumgar be a Court for Cats,  
Small entertainment's there for Mice, or Rats,  
Those noted thieves; 'tis dangerous for a Mouse  
To seek for shelter in a Mouzer's house.  
For●warn'd( they say) forearmed, if that I were  
A Mouse, I'll warrant you I'd ne're come there.   

9.  
Pheniceans slay their only sons t'asswage  
And mitigate their angry Demon's rage;  
They their Directo's do fall down before.  
Such love Gods well who senseless ones adore.   

10.  
The Pegusi, to stave off further evil,  
Throw meat behind their backs to feed the devil  
And think such puppy-dogs as come and eat  
Are the Devil's Caterers to bring him mear,  
Lord! when I offer up to thee my prayers,  
Let me behind my back cast mundane cares  
Fill thou my soul with grace and on mine ill  
The Devil may feed and surfeit if he will.   

11.  
Vulcan they say is lame, and reason good;  
For fire cannot go forward without wood.   

12.  
The Turks rewards to their tormentors bring,  
Esteem the whip, O 'tis ● pious thing.  
Lord when thou scourgest let not me repined▪  
But kiss the Rod, because the Rod is thine.  
Give me to know that my ●ffences urge,  
That so with patience I may bear thy scorge:  
And if thou please to stroke, or please to strik●,  
O may I love both equally al●ke.   

13.  
In turkey the Adulterers head is dressed  
With the full paunch of a new slaught'red beast;  
And so, in pomp, is carried up and down,  
Through ●he thronged streets of the admitting town.  
As wholesome laws with us are instituted,  
But ah! so strictly are not executed.  
Why mayn't an A ●or the Adulterers laud,  
Be a front-mark, as well as B for bawd?  
Would all our lechers, and each light-skirt Trull  
Were shipped for Turkey, or the great mogul.  
Or else ways used heer their lusts to t●me  
So as to make them be ashamed of shane.   

14.  
Men-e●ting Lestrigons all men will blame  
But ah! Oppressors do the very same:  
They grinned the faces of the poor, and put  
In bags the chinck squeezed from the hungry gut:  
They rob the Spittle, lab'ri●g most of all  
To raise themselves by their untimely fall.  
But let such know goods so unjustly got  
Shall prove a curse, and in their purse shall rot.   

15.  
Midas his wish obtains, his touch behold  
A fruitful alchemy turn all to gold.  
In tract of time that man may have, which be●rs  
Midas his wealth, Midas his Asses e●rs.  
How fond are our desires! we wish ●'enjoy  
The things which do within a moment cloy.  
Rash Midas wished, but Midas did not think  
T'except from Generals his meat and drink.  
Midas may say experiencedly,  
More hard to fill the belly then the eye.  
Gold buyeth all things, but were all things gold,  
Food would be wanting, and our comfort could.  
Art thou a muck-worme? go take Midas store;  
Midas was but an Ass and thou no more.   

16.  
Least they pollute pure water in Batenter,  
To wash their hands the people wont t'adventure:  
Lord I am worse then they; my soul forbears  
To purge her foulness with repentant tears.   

17.  
The wound-restoring Balm is said to grow  
Within the fruitful vale of Jericho:  
Nor will it set its foot on every ground:  
even so in every heart grace is not found.  
That Balm for sin-sick souls, the Lord doth plant it  
in humble vales, when lofty Mountaines want it.  
Lord plant thy grace in my hearts bord'red ally  
To beat such fruits make me a lowly valley:  
Let Gileads Balm my sin-sick soul recover,  
And over me thy Balmy pinions hover:  
The grace of true repentance pour thou in  
Into my soul, and that will eat out sin.   

18.  
The mouth-less Attom●s by the aicr do● live,  
And scent of odours; Lord be pleased to give  
Thy quickening spirit and loves fragranci●,  
Unto my soul that I may live to thee.   

19.  
Best in the night the Owl-ey'd Albans see;  
And in the day of grace how blind are we!   

20.  
Our love to God is could and hot by turns,  
Now coal as Alps, anon like E●na burns.   

21.  
A wonder Epimenides hath been  
To many, who have longer slept in sin.   

22.  
Cyrus knew, by their names, his Souldiers all,  
To mind his own, Corvinus could not call;  
Thy names in all thine attributes make known,  
To m, dear Lord, though I forget mine own.   

23.  
Dice, Bal●s, and Chess, first to the I●dians came in;  
occasioned by a body-pining f●mine:  
Th'Inhabitants finding no other way  
Lay open to redress, did fall to play  
Their empty belly● to beguile; for easing  
Our saturated bodies, games are pleasing.   

24.  
None, can in all felicity abound,  
Vntoothsom Clerus is in hony found.   

25.  
Th' Esseni, neither lust nor money know,  
I'm sure, with us, ther●s none can say, tis so.  
Heathens are chast, content where are you come,  
You'l find it otherwise in christendom.   

26.  
The Persians affect a temperate Diet,  
Hate what the Parthians love, excess, and riot  
Though bodies meanly fare, let the full bowls.  
Of thy Nectarean word fill full our souls.   

27.  
In turkey, fools, and lunatics are deemed  
The onely saints and who so much esteemed?  
And here in England, some account for holy.  
fanatic Quakers, and the sons of Fo●ly:   

28.  
The barbarous Issedon's, their dead devo'ur  
Their drinking boul● are skulls all gilded o'er.  
So are our natures most inclined unto.  
T●e things which lest th●y should delight to do.   

29.  
Closs sinners, their offences cloak with night.  
And like the Blattae hate the till-tale Light.   

30.  
Gods favour shins on us but we( 'tis pitty)  
Are like the blind-eyd Chalc●donian city.  
We take no notice, what our God hath done,  
But shut our eyes, and say there is no Sun.   

31.  
An Ape resembles man, some men and Apes  
In gesture are alike as well as shapes.  
Nay our Pragmaticks m●ny a task do set,  
Un followed by the busy marmoset.   

32.  
Christ is our Esculapius, when to sin.  
We l●veless are he quickens us again.   

33.  
Lord grant this boon( what e're thou else denyst)  
I may ha●e faith to build myself in Christ.  
So shall the lofty structures I shall raise  
Ge● more then C●esiphon or Philon's, Praise.  
Di●nas fane, and Athens arsenal.  
Are slep'd in ruin, mine shall ●ver fall.   

34.  
Christ's the true A●las, his vnshrinking shoulders  
Are our off●nces Firmamen●s upholders.   

35  
Sweet Jesus land me at th● banks of Sion.  
Be thou m Dolphin I will be Arion,  
To sound thy praises on my warbling liar  
In emulatioh of that heavenly choir.  
And carol sonnets, sonnets ●● whose sound  
The Hills may echo, and the Dales rebound.   

36.  
'gainst Satans grand assaults, Lord make my breast▪  
Impenetrable as the Halcyons nest.  
And when the Arrows of Temptation fly.  
Against me, Oh! and pleased to put them by;  
O may it not be said his fi'ry dart  
Hath got the better of my yielding heart.  
When he malli●iously takes aim to throw  
His venomed shafts from his loud sownding Bow;  
Ah me! O may they( falling on the ground)  
Make no Impression, nor no rag●ed wound▪   

37.  
Not long before great Julius Cesar's death,  
A sheep( having no heart) was found drew breath.  
But hypocrites, and those that flatter do,  
Have, like the Pamphlagonian partridge, two.   

38.  
We wisely can avoid Bosphorean shelvs.  
While on the Rocks of sin we split ourselves.   

39.  
Lord grant that I a Dedalus may be,  
To build a stately edisice to thee:  
The heigh● of my Ambition is to fram●  
Within my heart a mon'ment of thy name.   

40.  
Like the Saguntian Child from th' ●arth we come,  
And shall return into our mothers womb.  
O●● fleshly walls, and bony ●imber must  
Turn out their Tenant, th●n return t● dust  
Our breath is Gods, if he but take away  
The breath he lent us what are we but day?  
day at the best, our matter and their forms  
Wh●n dead, are through fares for crawling worms   

41  
What was't a clock, Pompilius would know,  
A●d dy●s▪ with me why may it not be so?  
before thy g●im-fac'd messeger thou sand,  
O mak● me wise to know my latter end.  
death stays ●or no●e, may I be ready still  
Prepared, and then come he when he will.   

42.  
Wit● poisonous sins, let us not h●ste our ●ate,  
Last we, Domi●ius-like, repent too late.   

43.  
Many have died with grief, but over joy  
Did Sophocles and Panacrete destroy.  
Dangers enwrapd in every sudden passion;  
It often puts the sens●s out of fashion  
Then moderate thy joy, and when grief wounds  
Thy soul, besure to lim●● i● with hounds.  
Observe a mean, and let thy footsteps be  
In the mid-road, avoid obliquity.   

44.  
Iove's bide to th'Wren will not be reconciled,  
Because he's Regulus, a Kingling stilled:  
Let sovereignty be kep'd, then the●'s no odds,  
There must be no plurality of Gods.  
Our God commands it so, nay jealous he  
Will have no rivals, to the fourth degree  
He'll soundly punish, the successive race  
Of Polytheists who bow to idols base:  
But as for thousands, that observe his ways,  
Mercy shall them encompass all their days.   

45.  
All the day long Gymnosophists will stand  
( Admired patiencel) in the scalding Sand.  
On their alternate legs, and glare upon  
With eyes, unapt to wink, the scorching Sun.  
O Sun of God teach us t'apply this story,  
And make us constant to behold thy glory.   

46.  
Lord tune my heart turn griefs to songs of praise  
And troublous Nights to haltionian dayes.   

47.  
If thou my sins Shouldst number by my hair  
Lord make my head( like the Myconian's) bare.   

48.  
The swallowing down an hair? how poor a thing!  
And yet to prove an instrument to bring.  
Death to the Roman Fabius. may not wee.  
Depart as soon, who are as frail as he?  
Dangers Vnsen● for oftentimes do skip.  
Betwixt the sparkling cup, and vpper lip.   

49.  
Lord grant that as the Heliotrop Apollo.  
My heart the Sun of rightiousness may follow.   

50.  
Lord raise up holy fear in me to flee  
From sin as creatures do the Linden-tree.   

51.  
The Heathen Brachmens do contemn and scorn  
The fear of death, with hopes to be reborn.  
Small is that Christians faith who dreads to die,  
When life is promised; and eternity!  
Happy that soul which dieth unto sin,  
And unto righteousness is born again.  
This death's a pregnant womb, regeneration  
First-born to life, and heir unto salvation.  
Death is the linsey-woolsey, for to let thee in  
The gate of life if thou be dead to sin.  
So live to die, that thou maiest die to live;  
And wear the crown God shall the faithful give.   

52.  
God angles, Souls unwilling to be took,  
Glanis like, bite the bait, leave bare the hook.   

53.  
The Ch●nois dreaming that they shall be born.  
To heaven up by their locks, will not be shorn:  
Is hea'vens hand short'ned? can th'almighty save not  
If he you● length'ned hair to hold by have not?  
Rebellious Abs'lom wore the like, yer he  
Was not caught up to heaven, but to a three.  
Although vpon the ground you trail your hair,  
Heav'ns high; short may you come, of coming there,  
God cant' a Glorious throne advance thy soul  
Although th' hast not an heir upon thy poul  
If to the eyes of God my heart seem faire,  
What care I for such excrements as hair   

54.  
The Nabatheans so n●glect their dead  
That their Kings are in dunghills butted  
Lord make me faithful to the death, that I,  
May wear a crown of life if that I die;  
To live to thee I would not wish to have  
A fair inscription, on a gaudy grave  
If so my soul unto her mak●r fly  
It makes no matter where my body ly.   

55.  
At Bemavis sick people like to dy  
All night, before an idle idol ly:  
Fond people! think you that that senseless stones  
Can ease your sorrows, or regard your moans?  
My soul, when sick, ●cq●in● the grand physitan  
Of heaven and earth, with thy deplored condition  
B●g hard for mercy at the throne of grace.  
And he'll give audience, and and at length embr●ce  
Thee in his circling arms. Oh who'd not cr●ue  
Vpon such easy terms, but ask and have  
Nay, he is readier to give by far.  
Then thou to ask, Oh his indulgent care!  
Ask but in faith besure thou shalt reciue,  
Thou canst not crave the thing he can not give  
Fear not if God but undertake the cure,  
Soon done, as ●aid, of health thou shalt be sure  
Can heaven be false? hath he not promised rest,  
Unto th● heavy laden, and oppressed?  
Mans help is vain, God is a Help indeed,  
I wish no better help in time of need.   

56.  
The Hirpian witches, with uncindged soles  
On mount Soracte walk on burning coal●;  
So those that in security excel,  
Walk as it were amidest the flames of hell   

57.  
Ther's difference in climbs, D●cembers thunder  
Is not to the Italian a wonder.  
Lord when so'ere thy thundering judgments rattle.  
About mine ears let me prepare ●' embattle  
Against my sins, not count thy voice a crime.  
N●r sent in an unseasonable time.   

58  
The Marsian Bears do fashion out their young,  
By licking rhem all over with their tongue,  
And we with Bears in this one thing agree,  
We put a gloss on our deformity.   

59.  
Aeschyl was killed by a Tortise-shell,  
Which from the talons of an Ea●le fell;  
His fate foretold, into the op●n ay'●  
He gets; Gods judgments find us every where.   

60.  
I red man only laughs, and sheddeth tears,  
And wanteth power alone to shake his ears:  
But sure I am, when discontent is bread,  
He needs must shake his ears that shakes his head.   

61.  
Dame Martia was her infants living tomb,  
When lightning killed it within her womb  
Before sins come into their birth 'twere well  
If God would crush the Hydra in the shell.   

62.  
Great Judah's Lion is as mildred to those  
Who do submit. as furious to his foes.  
samson, that knocked so many to the ground,  
Within the carcase of a Lion found  
Sweet combs of Honey: the tender Spouse doth s●●  
In Christ, the fruits of the mellifluous Bee.  
His love is ve●y pleasing to her taste,  
He, he alone is his deare-hearts repast.  
He is the Bee, the Honey, and the Hive,  
To active souls; the Drones away must drive.   

63.  
If wisdom lies in beards, a goat would be  
Plato, full out as wise, as grave, as thee.   

64.  
Th' Antaei into wolves transformed were,  
And Ants tur●'d men, at Ae●c●s his prayer.  
If so, no mar'l they're bloodily encl●nd,  
And these laborious. Cat after kind.   

65.  
L●mpido was both daughter, wife, and mother,  
Unto a King; Queen Ann● was such another.  
Is not the Church the daughter of the highest?  
Is not the Church the ●ender spouse of Christ?  
Is not the Church the Mother of us all?  
None dare deny't, I hope nor never shall.  
But are we kings? God and his Son I know  
Are Kings, and gre●t ones to, the Kings below.  
Are mean too them and but subordina●e.  
But where's our crown? we reign with Christ in state  
Thus then to God, to Christ to Saints( no other)  
The Church a Daughter is, a wife, a mother.   

66.  
Kissing at first came in, that men might know  
If their wives drank Temetum wine or no  
To find her out, the jealous husband sip●  
The reeking sent from the good womans lips  
Thus 'tis with us for sinister intents  
We use a cloak of courtly compliments   

67.  
Diomedean birds, have teeth to bite  
Yet fawning looks, such is a parasite.  
Friend me no friends, for if thou go 'bout  
To bite at me would all thy teeth were out.   

68.  
The Gymeco-cratumens, are born●  
The Object of im●erious womens scorn●  
Obeying husbands and comanding w●ues  
Both equally do led vnnat'rall lives.  
I doubt not but ther's many could ●fford  
To wear the breeches would you s●y the word;  
We●'t not for shane, Ile lay a brace of groats  
More breeches would be worn, and fewer coats  
Give shrowes the reins, if men will be such fools,  
How purely will they scold, they need no schools,  
To Learn them, or to train them up there ●o.  
No that( God knows) they naturally can do  
Their tongu●s run gl●b, and clutter out as thick  
As any hops th●ir dwelish rhetoric.  
Such as will not believe this sex can prate  
Go vex the Oyster wives at Billing's gate   

69  
No males belong unto the modest Chainy,  
Some females are so Chast that they love many  
They hate and love you in a trice, the while  
They'l frown upon you in their hearts they smile  
And when their tongues do bid you not come near  
You may conclude your presence then doth cheer  
O how they love to work contrary still,  
Thrust off, pull on, unwill the things they will;  
Now hard, anon, as pliable as war;  
A faire Encomium for th'unconstant sex.   

70.  
Great men are multipl●'d, but good men are  
As is the D●ephanis exceeding rare;  
Were there as many men as good as great  
Virtue would more advance, and 'vice retreat.   

71.  
The g●gling of a goose, how poor a thing?  
And yet so strange deliverance to bring  
The Roman Capitol: oft great events  
Are brought about by weakest instruments.  
●n Sampson's hand the Jaw-bone of an Ass  
Did slaughter thousands; purp'ling o'er the grass.  
The Rock yields water smote with Moses rod;  
The smallest means prevails, if blessed by God.   

72.  
The Shrimp only for food waits one the Nacre,  
So we to serve our turns do serve our maker.  
How servile are we? we affection bear  
To God not so much out of love as fear.   

73.  
Like Quails, and Roe-bucks we love poison, that  
Which most we should avoid doth make us fat.  
Sin is a cut-throat, yet it is our will.  
To count him friendliest, when he means to kill.   

74.  
I would not wish, so I be fair within,  
For Chios earth to beautify my skin.  
While ceruss'd faces unto sin 'allure,  
May my chast soul b'unseperably pure:  
I care not how the world esteem of me,  
So I be lovely onely unto thee,  
Nothing can make me fine I must confess.  
O Saviour but thy robes of righteousness.   

75.  
Our hearts all 'vice, as Amphitane gold draws,  
The Load-stone iron, as the Amber straws.   

76.  
A chillis-like god which inflicts the wound.  
In justice, can in mercy make it sound.  
The law is as a lance to cut the boil,  
The gospel pours in balm an healing oil.  
O may that make me sensible of sin.  
And this revive, when I to sink begin.   

78.  
I Tortoise-like, wish neither Te●th nor tongue.  
Rather then haue them instruments of wrong.  
Abusive language may I always shun,  
By their lewd bab'lings many are undone.  
Silence is laudable; my judgment's such,  
Better to have no tongue, then one too much.   

79.  
We like L●ertes, and Augeas, Kings,  
Who dung'd their grounds, mind only earthly things.  
W● poor still downward, and are grovelling still  
Below, like muke-wormes, ne're look up the hill,  
The pleasant Sion; let the things of heaven  
Or sink, or swim, t●ey're left at six and seven.  
May I, who Christianity profess,  
mind God and heaven more, and trifles less.   

80.  
To three M's the Philosopher assigns  
Th'earths rich●s, metals, Minerals, and Mines▪   

81.  
Poor Cincimatus, he which held the plough  
So lately, is become dictatory now.  
Fortune on Peasants sometimes casts renown,  
Raises the humble, kicks the lofty down.  
Joy is the consequent of dull-brow'd sorrow,  
A subject now, may be a King to morrow.  
The active spirits of our age do climb  
By gradual steps to dignities sublime:  
I speak in reverence to his Highness, who  
By marshal Valour hath attained unto  
The power now in his hands, whom God doth bless  
With matchless and unparralel'd success:  
The Honor●ble title of a King,  
How modestly refused he? under's wing  
We are protected from the boiling rage  
Of home-bred foes in this rebellious Age  
Blessed be God, that under our own vine,  
We have the liberty to sup, and dine.   

82.  
Support my faith with thy confirming hand,  
So shall it firm, like unmoved Milo, stand.  
If thou withdraw and leave me but an hour  
Unto myself, how feeble is my power.  
But by thy sinewy arm, great God upheld,  
The day is mine, my foe-men needs must yield.   

83.  
Christ's our Nepenthe, enemy to sadness  
Dispersing sorrow; and reversing gladness.  
Art thou, my soul, at any time cast down?  
O think on him; and thou wilt smile, not frown;  
Drink in, by faith, the fops of his blood,  
Oh that's a Cordial, thou wilt say 'tis good,  
O what can more refocilate the soul,  
Then streaming merits in a lib'ral boul.   

84.  
The Prognean swallow, the could country leaves,  
hastes to a warmer one: a false friend cleaves,  
Fast in the Summer of prosperity.  
Let adverse Winter come, then farewell he.   

85.  
God's word, like to Sybilla's golden branch  
Can make us through all difficulties lance.  
Soul t●k● it with thee, when thou wouldst oppose  
The storming fury of thy spiritual foes,  
As sin, and death: nay it hath power to quell  
The devil, and drive him to the gates of hell.   

86.  
On the pure Elements, four things live sole,  
chameleon, Herring, Salamander, Mole.  
Tobacc●nists, Pot-Leaches, Lechers, Misers,  
Of air, and Water, Fire, and Earth are prizers.  
The fi●st makes the Tobacco pipe his dug,  
And sucks the smoke of the burnt Indian drugg.  
The second, he, for his part, cannot live  
Without full flagons: And the third doth grieve  
If any step between and stop the flamme  
Of his lust ●oward● an alluring Dame;  
Whores are his hackneys, he is always dull,  
But wh●n he's sporting with his pamp'●ed Trull.  
As for the fourth, the M●ser to be sure,  
Were't not for gold he could not long endure.  
S● then this one, and that another likes;  
Wedded to that their own opinion strikes.   

87.  
The Indian women, in a foolish spite,  
Will black their teeth because that dogs be white:  
As for the sparkish gallants of our Nation,  
They're French-mens Apes in each fantastik fashion.   

88.  
Wouldst thou repair thy memory? I think  
Thou mayst, if thou'l● look Mneme fount, then drink.   

89.  
Zisca commands his skin be made a drum,  
That the Bohemians still might overcome.  
Who, while he lives, is over sin victorious,  
After his death he shall not be in-glorious.   

90.  
Malice inflicts on men more dangerous wounds  
Then Porc'pines quills on the pursuing hounds.  
How sedulous are some to purchase woe  
For other men, what will not malice do?   

91.  
The ebbs and flows of, Egipts ploughman, Nile,  
Do make a barren, or a fruitful soil:  
Grace is this river, and the more it flows  
The more good fruit; if less, the lesser grows.   

92.  
Panthers have crabbed looks though speckled skins,  
And fairest out-sides join to foulest sins.   

93.  
Anaxarete, whilst on the Rack he hung,  
Did in the Tyrants face spit out his tongue.  
To have no tongue it is the lesser evil,  
Then to recant by't, and so please the devil.   

94.  
Soul, though the flames should for a while subdue thee  
Like the Pyrrhean grove, God can renew thee.   

95.  
Le●t I be like the Hirecinyan wood,  
Lord lop my sins, and in the room graft good.  
Since the Creation that was never loped,  
Till renovation we do stand untop'd.  
Lord if thou hue us, hue us not in ire,  
Nor make us bundles for eternal fire  
To feed upon: our names are in thy rolls,  
And wilt thou cast out our immortal souls.   

96.  
Taprobans,( not respecting persons) fling  
To merc'less tigers their offending King.  
How happy were we if we could command  
Our head-sins, go, to the Arch-Tyrants land.   

97.  
The B●udmes fight unarmed, the Sword, the Spear,  
They are the only weapons that they bear:  
Right Combatants of Mars they scorn to throw  
Cowardly arrows from the springing Bow.  
My life a warfare is, Lord, let thy word  
Thy d●eadful word, be as a two-edgd Sword  
To wound mine en'mies, O be thou my S●ear,  
And it an host besiege me I'll not fear.   

98.  
Hold water in their mouths, forcing their wives  
The men of Burami led quiet lives.  
A better way then this there may be found  
For both their ease, as this I shall propound.  
It argues wisdom when the wife doth scold,  
And clap her fists, the prudent husband hold  
His passion in, and when the husband chides,  
A wise wife her unruly member hides  
'Twixt double doors: this well observed infrindges  
No Nuptial love, but keps them on their hinges.   

99.  
Ignatius Leiola, the first jesuit  
As ever I did red of, did delight  
In giggling laughter, and why did he so?  
His teeth( it may be yellow) for to show:  
A jesuit I would not wish to be,  
Unless mine actions with my name agree:  
Laughter is Cou●en-Germane unto folly,  
Better is the extreme of Malencholly:  
To too much Mirth it is not safe to lean;  
Nor too much Grief: There is a golden mean.  
O grant, dear Lord, I may be always glad  
In thee, my God, or make me always sad:  
If I must needs be p●oud, p●rmit not me  
To pride in any thing, great God, but thee;  
Unfold my lips, for to agn●ze my sin;  
Let me be foul without, so, fair within.   

100.  
The Alc'ran tells us ther's a bide named Ziz,  
( I think more fabulous then true it is)  
So large, that when his wings abro●d are hurled  
They hid the Sun and darken all the world,  
though li●le credit unto this be due  
Yet shall it's application be true.  
Sin is this monstrous bide, which doth obscu●c  
God's Sun-like face: 'tis sin that doth immure  
Our souls from saith, 'tis sin that puts a screen  
And walls of separation between  
God and the soul; 'tis sin that hath the power  
To cloath, in shades, this Micro-cosm of our:  
Thou which from darkness didst deduce the day,  
Banish such mists, let thy coruscant ray  
Break through the clouds of my opposing sin;  
That so thou maiest enlighten me within.    

Poetical Fictions.  

1. On Jupiter.  
IN Creta, Jupiter was born, of Ops;  
And Saturn nourished on Ida's tops,  
By the self-gelding Corribants, who played  
So loudly on their brazen drums, and made  
Such ●inkling sounds, and such obsteperous noise,  
That Saturn might not hear his infants voice:  
The cheated god( thinks to secure his throne)  
Instead of Jupiter, devours a ston,  
Who was, no sooner grown to mans estate,  
But seeing how his father did await  
To drink his blood, tumbles him headlong down,  
And he himself usurps the Regal Crown:  
The conquered god in Latium hides for shane,  
The land of Latium hence derives her name.   

2 On Apollo.  
Latona's son in fioating Delos born,  
Vast Cyclops flew, his god-head lost, forlorn  
Wanting employment sits him down to keep  
Thessal●an Admetus fleecy sheep;  
Mercury gave to him his Harp; the spear,  
Lyre, Buckler, on his Image painted were.  
The Muses father, Poets chiefest power,  
author of music in the upper Bower;  
Sol was he called, Bacchus in earth, in hell  
Known by the name Apollo, he could tell  
Things long before they were, he first did know  
The Ar● of physic, from his radiant bow  
His golden-footed messengers doth sand  
Whose rapid force sing to their journeys end;  
In love with Hi●cynth, and Daphne, he  
turns him into a Flower, her a three.  
The laurel, Ol●ve, and the Juniper,  
Unto Apollo consec●ated were;  
The Princely Cock, the herald of the day,  
The gripping Goshauk▪ greedy of his prey,  
The silver Swan, and Crow, which can divine,  
Is offered up unto Apollo's shrine.   

4 On Bacchus.  
Jove's thigh-borne, Ivy crwoned B●cchus nursed  
By Juno and the Nymphs, invented first  
The use of wine, and over all the world  
He rides, fell Tigers and fierce Linces whirled  
His Chariots rapid wheels, he did subdu●  
Innu●erable Nations, and imbrue  
His hands in tawny Indians blood, he taught  
The Art to buy and sell, the first that sought  
triumphal honour, he his Temples bound  
With Regal Diadems, and triumphs sound.  
The browsing G●at, and slugish Ass are proud  
For to be styled his, see what a crowd  
Of wanton Satyrs, and Sileni, comes,  
Rending the air with their Kettl●-drums;  
Loud b●llowing sounds, the Menedes his Priests  
His Orgis, and his Bacchanalian feasts,  
With such vociferations celebrate,  
As would tyre Fabius for to relate  
Their mad confused fragors: seem to mix  
The burning Axle with the frigid Styx.   

5 On Mercury.  
GReat Atlas Nephew, Jove and Maias son,  
Th' ambassador of heavenly powers puts on  
His Stag-like feet, and golden head, his wings,  
Quits the bright Court: with him along he brings  
His snake-ingitted-soporiferous Rod,  
Because that men should know he is a god,  
Addicted much to exercise and motion  
Swims swiftly through the aerial Ocean:  
No sennuy force could weapons swifter fling  
From Scythian bows, or Balearick string,  
Then he doth scud along: Merchants to trade  
Instructeth how, tells thieves for to evade  
As he( a thievish god) by slight of Art  
Was wont, when he did steal Apollo's dart;  
He quickly took( and was as quickly gone)  
Neptune's Mace, U●lcan's tongs,& golden Zone  
Of rose-cheek'd Venus, king Admetus driven  
And would have robbed the bolts from thundering Jove  
What e're he saw he made, what could there be  
secured from his light-finger'd deity?  
This active nimble god from heaven came,  
Was Author, first, of the Palestrick game;  
The use of the shrill sounding Lute out found,  
And on mount Caucasus, Prometheus bound,  
Hundred-eyd Argus in a conflict slay,  
Freed captive Mars, and on a golden clue  
Let down by pulleys, from his fluent tongue,  
The ears of his atentive hearers hung.  
Cylenius, in Egypt worshipped is,  
In the shape of Dog-headed Anubis;  
Of him and Venus, an Hermaphrodite  
Of either sex was born, then from the sight  
Of the prodigious Gvants, having fled,  
He in t'a Stork was Metamorphosed.   

6 On Mars.  
THe war-like god, great Jove, and Juno's son  
Caused the seed of discontent to run  
Throughout the hospitable world, fierc● anger  
With flaming eyes, a strange confused clangor,  
Deafning the heav'ns, mad fury, pallid fear,  
raging oppression, jarring discord were  
His sad concomitants; with bloody rod,  
Bellona waits upon this impious god,  
unto this all-devouring deity:  
In Lemnoe men were sacrifiz'd, the Py  
That cheating bide, the watchful Dog,& brood—  
— Destroying Vulture, the stout Cock, and blood—  
— carousing wolf,( true combatants of Mars)  
Were dedicated to the god of wars.  
The Romans brag that they derive their line  
From him, make him their patron, and assign  
To him his Salij, and do dedicate  
The years first Month, oh what inver'rate hate  
bears he to Pallas? for his missile darts  
At Iove-born wisdom fly, and lib'ral Arts  
Him Vulcan with his spouse a bed espies,  
And( angry) in a net doth them surprise:  
Keeps them close p●is'ner from captivity.  
Till N●ptune by intrea●ies set them free.   

7 On Vulcan.  
The sooty god of jove and juno sprung,  
For his deformity from heaven flung,  
Fell down into the iceland Lemnos, with  
The fall grew lame; made of the gods the Smith:  
There sets up trade. On sulphry Aetn●e's top,  
And L●para sometimes he sets up shop;  
Where, with the one-●yd mo●strous cyclopss,  
Broontes, Pyrachmon▪ and huge Steropes,  
Iove's thunder armor for the gods he made  
Against those giants which would heaven invade:  
To him the Lion, te●ri lest of beasts  
Was consecrated; in his honor feasts,  
And sacrifices, celebrated were  
Called Protervia, what meat they spare  
They burn: Gentiles with blazing torches run  
And when the wick is spent their race is done.  
At Juno's svit he made Aenea's shield,  
At Thetis did Pelides armor yield,  
The potent Queen of riches and the air  
He chaineth fast unto a golden chair;  
His wife and Msrs he in adultery found,  
And them in Adamantine fetters bound.   

8 On Cibele.  
Cibele, mother of the Gods called Ops,  
From helpful wealth, and Vesta fair with crops  
Of golden eared-labour-crowning crown,  
She clothes the fields; and doth her lap adorn  
With verdant grass, choice herbs, green trees, sweet flowers  
Wife was she to the antient'st of all powers:  
This antic Matron wears a branched gown,  
And bears, upon her head, a Tower-like crown;  
Her right hand helds a Mace, her left a Key;  
To her, as Emblems of fertility,  
The teeming Sow is sacrificed, then comes  
( Beating their brazen hollow-sounding drums)  
A train of self-dissected Coribants,  
And round about the street for money dance,  
To please their great Cybele, she that found  
Out rural pipes, and first did Cymbals sound.   

9 On Juno.  
The sceptred Queen of heaven, to thundering jove  
Sister, and wife of marriage doth approve  
Goddess of riches, ever counted mildred  
And helpful unto woman great with child;  
Saturne, and Ops, her parents; she was bread  
Up by the flowers, and by the Sea-Nymphs fed.  
Faire Iris, Ledeas twins, and Nymphs twice seven  
Fidelious service, to the Qu●en of heaven,  
Duly perform, and daily wait upon her,  
Respecting her according to her honour;  
In a rich chariot, stately to behold,  
Of beaten silver and of burnished gold,  
A yoke of yellow lions draw her round  
Her vast dominions; spangled star pa●'d ground.  
The taile-proud Peacock, and the vigilant Goose,  
And ravenous Raven's sacred to her use:  
Her parties, to be married, offerings bring,  
And do the gull behind the Altars fl●ng:  
Her Temple open-roofed was, to enter  
Therein, no whore by N●ma's law might venture.  
Her co●djutor, who is wont to tie men  
To females, known is by the name of Hymen.  
This hand a Torch, and that a read vail holds,  
Therewith she modest blushing Brides enfolds;  
juno did  shed her milk, rather then she  
A nurse unto fierce Herculee would be:  
Thence Lillius had their alabaster look,  
From thence▪ the milky way its whiteness took:  
This hand holds a pomegranate, there doth stand  
A ●uckow on her other sceptered hand.   

10. On Venus.  
LOv●s Goddess, thrice more radiant then the morn  
Of coetus test●cles, and Sea froth born,  
Wi●h Rosy Chaplets her fair Templ●'s boun'd,  
And sometimes with the peaceful Mir●le crowned;  
Light Torches bears, and needle-pointed A●rows,  
Prodromes of love, a yoke of lecherous Sparrows  
Sometimes do draw her chariots, now she loves  
To couple silver Sw●ns, then spotless Doves;  
Facundious Merc'ry, and the bounteous Graces,  
persuasive Pytho, in their several places,  
W●ite on her honour; who was said to sail  
To flowery Paphos, in a shell, a vail  
Of sorrow-boading Cyperus she wore,  
When she Bore-k●l'd Adonis did deplore.  
Sometimes a wanton goat she rides upon,  
And doth house-carrying tongueless snails tread on,  
Mars into Seas of wantonness did st●ere her,  
And reeling Bacchus was her Armour-bearer.  
Paris assigned unto the Queen of love,  
The golden Apple which fall from above:  
juno prevails not though she proffers treasure,  
Pallas her gifts are slighted, it is pleasure  
Load-stone to 'vice, attracts the wanton eye  
Of injuditious Paris, wit may lye  
And starve, for him rich juno is neglected;  
And Vinus, who but Venus, is respected?  
helen is rap'd, he H●llen doth enjoy,  
A ten years war ends in the fall of Troy:  
O d●re effects of love! by Vulcan's jaws  
Troy was devoured, but H●llen was the cause.   

11 On Mix●rva.  
JOve's brain-bred girl, the president of war  
Princess of peace drawn in a fiery Carr,  
To her the Owl( To show her clear discerning  
Of obstruse secrets) sacred was of learning.  
Of Arts of wisdom, she inven●'ress was;  
Her Target( Egis called) though smooth as glass,  
Did bear a Snake-hair'd Gorgon's head, thereon  
Who ever looked was turned into a ston;  
She on a Dragon treads, gripes in her hand  
A Crow a Cock doth on her Helmet stand;  
A long cloak( Peplum called) she used to wear,  
And in the air wave her glit'ring Spear;  
terror and fear her waiting maids stood by her,  
tutored by her, Prometheus stolen fire,  
From Titan's burning Chariot, by which thing,  
He many Arts did to perfection bring:  
Her heav'n-sent Image, the Paladium  
Was by the vestal Virgins kept at Rome:  
The Trojans losing, this their City, lost,  
Which in a Sea of stormy wars was tos'd?  
Olives to her were sacred, for she found  
The use of oil, her the Athenians crowned  
With decent Chaplets, made of Olive leaves;  
Her new-sound use of wool, she spins, and weaves,  
A golden lamp to her was dedicated,  
At her March feasts the Mistresses awaited  
Upon their serving Maids, as Masters tended  
Upon their Men, till the Saturnal's ended.  
Jove's thunder she could use, and had the power  
To raise a storm, and qualify a shower.  
Her heavenly seat is next to Jupiter,  
She went up into Diomedes Carr,  
In Orcus pi●chy Helmet hide( so sly)  
That she was undiscerned, by Mars his eye:  
Palas, Arachne turned into a Spider,  
Ambition loves no equals live beside her.   

12. On Diana.  
Apollo's sister daughter unto Jove,  
And fair La●ona, loves in woods to rove;  
And on the swelling hills: from her sure bow  
Her Arrows( messengers of death) doth throw,  
At swift-foot Dears, and tim'●ous Hares, which hast  
For life, but meet with death; Diana chast  
Goddess of d●ncing, unto virgins mildred:  
Propitious unto women great with child:  
An eye of watchfulness, this Goddess sets,  
Over the Fishers and the Hunters nets.  
The dancing Satyrs. Syl●an dryads,  
Nymphs▪ Ham●dryades, and Orades.  
Do in her figh● delight; in Heaven, Earth, Hell,  
Luna▪ D●●na, proserpina, do dwell;  
One and the same, Triform'd, and Trivis named.  
Because, where three ways m●t there she was famed  
This winged Godness easily restra●ns  
Fierce Lion● force, and speck'led Leopards reins:  
The all-united force of milk-white Stags,  
Through Marble plains her silver Chariot drags;  
Because, with horns, she looketh beautiful,  
Men sac●ifized unto her a Bull;  
Nay more( while they Diana did invoke)  
With human fl●sh her frequent Altars smoke.   

13 On Ceres and proserpina,  
corn crwoned Ceres Saturne and faire Ops  
Faire Off-spring smiles, upon her gold●n crops  
Holds wealthy Plutus, who at her command  
Scatters his bounty with a liberal hand.  
Plenty and Hony-mouthed peace remain  
Linck'd fast together by a silken chain  
None to her sacrifice at any time  
Could ent'rance find, if conscious of a crime  
Faire Venu●, juno and Minerus to;  
Did on a certain time a Maying go,  
proserpina bare them company, who while  
Shee gathered poppy, with a pleasing toil  
Tricking her bosom, with delightful flowers  
Grim Pluto whirled her to his pitchy bowers  
For his Tartarian Chariots, Cerb●●ous sings  
And fell Erynnis Scorpions have nor stings,  
Ixions wheel stood still, Promtheus heart  
feels no corroding Vipers, floods impart  
their liquour unto thirsty Tantalus,  
The ston affordeth rest to Sisyphus:  
The labouring Belides have leave to play  
And solemnize this joyful marriage day  
Now Ceres mother takes a flaming Pine  
And sorrowing seeketh for her proserpina  
And kindly entertained by Celeus  
Taught them how ●o sow corn; Triptolemus  
His Son by day, with milk, by night with fire,  
She nourished; while Celius did inquire  
Too curiously in this, him Ceres slay.  
Triptol'mus Chariot winged Dragons drew,  
Circling the world Triptolemus to men  
First taught the use of Corn; from Dis, his den  
proserpina could not redelivered be  
Because she, of a fare pomegranate three  
( Which did in Pluto's Oachard grow) did taste;  
Yet she obtained such savour, at the l●st,  
As to continue( after she was found)  
Six months above, as many under ground;  
half a year here, as long assigned to dwell  
Black Pluto's Queen, in the low Countries, Hell:  
Witches to Hecate, their Goddess, come;  
Unto her offered are the hecatomb.  
To show th' unconstancy of wealth and store,  
half moons upon their shoes the Romans wore.   

14 On Pluto.  
Saturne's three sons shared his estate, heaven fell  
To jove, to Neptu●e Sea; to Pluto H●ll.  
And all earth's golden entrails appertains,  
His triple-headed Ceberus bound in chains  
Of Adamant, holding a bunch of keys,  
Before the pitchy palace kennel'd lies;  
Horrible for his snakey hares, keeps cent'ry  
To guard hell's Monarch; sibyl in this entry  
( Which with a vig'lant eye he used to ke●p)  
D●d by her wisdom, lul him fast asl●ep;  
Thence Herc'les dragged him, light doth make him spew,  
And of his foam the poisonous Wolf-bane grew;  
The raiging Futies, the life-measuring Fates,  
Rapacious Harpies, wait within the gates  
Of gr●sly Dis, with Fun'rall cypress crowned,  
Who, galloping on his black Steeds, is found  
By fraud'●ent Cheaters, cursed Perjurers,  
Oppressors, liars, and Extortioners:  
But very slowly halteth from his den,  
To honest, godly, conscionable men.  
He cometh creeping when he wealth doth bring,  
Departing, fli●teth with an Eagles wing.  
Who e're put on Pluto his Helme●, he,  
Became invisible, and from danger free:  
With this same Helme● covered, wisdoms Queen  
Fought against Troy, and was, by Mars unseen.  
How Pluto ravished his proserpina,  
I lately  told and shall not tel't again.   

15 On Charon.  
The squalid son of Erebus and Night  
Old, but not weak, most terrible for sight;  
Vigorous, furious, covetous, and sad,  
With greasy, sordid, ragged garments clad:  
In his old rotten, feeble, brittle wherry,  
Mens souls to the elysium he doth ferry,  
Over the scalding Lakes of phlegeton:  
Mournful Cocytus, joyless Acheron,  
Hateful Styx,( by which the Gods did swear)  
Obl●vion; causing Lethe, for his fare,  
Each Passenger a half-penny must carry  
In his s●ut mouth, or else for passage tarry:  
None but the dead t'his boat admitted be,  
Yet was Eneas, for his piety,  
Took in alive; Herc●le● en●●ance found,  
Theseus by strength, Or●●●●us by's musics sound;  
Alive, and with no fa●●● these Champions come,  
Into the pitchy Realms of Bara●hrum.   

16 On Mines, Eacus, Rhadamanthus,  
just Min●s, husband to the beautiful  
Pasiphas, who entirely loved a Bull:  
Into a wooden Cow, which he did frame.  
Her, D●d'lus puts, the Minotaur thence came.  
No sooner was this known to Minos, but  
He Dedaelus and his Son Icarus shut  
With that same M●n-Bull Monster fed with men)  
Within his self-m●de Labyrinth, and then  
H●veing obtained the savour of a clue  
Of thread, they made evasion, and flew  
From Cretae's Isle, with Artificial plumes,  
While unadvised Icarus presumes  
Too high a fl●ght, his wax●n wings did melt,  
And straightway failed, when they no sooner f●l●  
The ●corch●ng f●rce of Titan's fiery beams  
He fell and christened the Icarian streams.  
Theseus the man-d●stroying Monster slay,  
And scaped, helped out by Ariadne's clue.  
●ove his three Sons to be hell's judges sent,  
Who in their way( by him directed) went  
through a flowery Meadow, which was thought  
The field of truth, poor naked souls were brought  
To these impartial Judges, who were strict  
In dealing righteous judgement, and t' inflict  
Deserved punishment upon▪ offenders,  
Furies, and evil Genii, their atenders,  
With thundering whips of steell are ready still,  
To execute these righteous Judges will,  
On conscious souls; as bloody murtherers,  
Adulterers, hollow-hearted fl●t●rers,  
Claw bac'd detractors, glozing Sycophants,  
He which hath store of guilt no torment wants.  
Aeacus, Rhadamonthus, sit by one  
Another lovingly, Minos alone.  
Wh●n as Aegina was unpeopl'd then  
At Eacus prayers, jove turned the Ants to men;  
His timely orisons delivered Greece,  
From the devouring plague, which did increase,  
And feast itself on fl●sh, carousing bowls  
Of the infected blood of dying souls.   

17 Eumenides.  
THe snake-hair'd furies, born of Night and Dis.  
Eumen'des named by an Antiphrasis;  
In heaven Dirae and in earth they be  
called Harpiae, and in hell the Furiae,  
She Stygian Dogs of Pluto; allecto  
With bloudy-burning Pine, runs too and fro;  
Envious Megaera riseth from her chair,  
And with her poisonous breath infects the air;  
The surnace of her mouth( beseig'd with fire)  
Contagious vapours casts her whip of wir●  
M●d drunk with blood, makes such a dreadful soun●  
As though the heaven,& earth, it would confounded  
spiteful Tes●peone with Scorpions stings  
Offenders, and her horrour-boding wings  
She stearnly shakes, and makes the guilty ●e●l  
Th' imprinted stroke of her unskilful steel.  
These sisters, dreadful for their brazen feet;  
Snake-hairs, loud-sounding scourges have their se●t  
With Apollo's sacred Temple porch,  
Dismaly tining their infestuous Torch;  
worshipped they were, that they no hurt might do,  
Who into their Achaian Temple go,  
Guilty of murder, incest, theft, or acted.  
Much like enormities, d●d grow distracted   

18 On the Harpies, Stryges, and Lamiae.  
Aello, Celero, and Ocypete,  
The names of ●he rapac●ous Harpies be;  
Who did, the me●t upon b●nd Phen●us table  
Pollute, and then devour( as runs the Fable)  
Their flat'●ing coun●enance, and maiden fac●●,  
Do seem to promise and p●rtend embraces;  
Their Dragons tails, and talons of an Eagle,  
Threat ruin unto those whom they inveigle.  
When as tra'luce●t Phebe doth appear,  
The Striges and the Lamie domineer,  
Suck childrens blood, with Hecat●an charms,  
Hurt C●●tle, therefore from such noxious harms  
They Carne to protect them do invoke,  
And with their sacrifices Altars smoke.   

19 On Chimera.  
Three shaped Chimera, that much hurt had done,  
At last was killed by Belerophon,  
A Lions head he had, his gulf-like throat  
Breaths fire, the belly of a wanton goat  
No● wanting was to him, and least he fail  
Of spite, he had the poisonous Dragons tail.   

20 On the Fates.  
TH' inexorable Parce, born of Hell,  
And night, three Sisters were assigned to dwell  
Within a pitchy cavern, nature binds  
Their souls in peaceful union: Cloth● winds  
Flax on the D●staffe, and the thread of life  
Is spun by Lachesis, the fatal knife  
Of Atropos divideth it in twain,  
Which done it cannot be conjoined again.  
The Series of things, Jupiter's scribes  
Will not divert, no, for a world of bribes:  
Cresus his store, the wealth that Midas treasured,  
Cannot prorogue the life that they have measured:  
Th'intreats of virtue, nor the threats of 'vice,  
Melts them to mercy; neither prayer nor price  
Wring out compassion, no fire can thaw  
Their frozen hearts, nor can affliction draw  
Their thoughts to pitty, they regard no m●nes,  
Nor thunder of ingemenated groans.  
Noe stormy sighs, nor silent-pleading tears,  
Can force the rocky portals of their ears;  
They're clothed in white, having their temples crowned  
An Adamantine distaff held, which round  
The spacious orb encircled, their extent  
And solid stableness, thereby was meant.  
By these three Fates is understood, by some,  
Time past, time present, an● the time ro come.   
FINIS.