To the most VIRTUOUS, And therefore most ACCOMPLISHED LADY, the LADY V M.  
MADAM,  
THough other Cards pass here, and there  
Under the name of Nicholas Benier'e;  
And his Protections good, (unless it be  
From the Excise-man, or Monopoly.)  
These cannot so: A Grand Commission sits,  
And every one's Exciser of our Wits:  
Wherefore these Guardlesse Fancies humbly fly  
Into your Hands, for sweet security.  
All in one Suit, that you would Deal them out,  
And happily they then may go About.  
Who will not say in ordinary kindness,  
(Delivered by Such Hands,) they're Cartes Fines.  
They may perchance the happy fortune get  
Of some New Fashion, where the Ladies met,  
And my good Ladies Dress being liked and New,  
All their good Ladyships to like it drew.  
So may they Draw, when you do once begin,  
At least for your Sake say, Give't me again.   

To the Ingenuous Reader, A Directory to Play.  
A jove Principium. So these Cards begin.  
Perchance you'll ask, what Humour I was in  
To be so Pious? when (our Luck being Bad)  
I should have sworn, and with the Cards been mad:  
It grieves me much, to see the Game so played,  
Sure there's Fool Play, some cheating. I'm afraid.  
We dealt, and Clubs were Trump, and we had most,  
And Ace, and King to Boot, and yet we lost.  

* The Cards Moral.  This drove me into serious Thoughts, and Things  
Of higher notions of Ace, Queens, and Kings.  
And there I found all well: But you must have  
The truth. All these are worsted by the Knave.  
To keep him right, I set a guard of Ten,  
Ten goodly Precepts, and Nine Valiant Men:  
Beside I showed him, what such tricks did wait,  
In the first World's Correction: Except Eight.  
I show him too, to trust in Stars is silly,  
His Grammar may as soon him save, as Lilly.  
But if he spent his Six days, as he should,  
Himself would be as they; And they were good.  
Bid him his Senses use. The Members Five  
His Senses are, by them he'll Live and Thrive.  
Then wroth (said I) ransack the Elements,  
Never more wicked knave, nor worse intents,  
They will get all. No Mr Peter, we  
Will keep our Three, Faith, Hope, and Charity.  
And our two Twoos (Tam Foole.) No more tricks vent;  
We keep the Bible, and the Sacrament.   

To his Dear Friend, the Author.  
SOme men do make no other use of Play,  
But only This, to pass the Time away.  
As if that which we all complaines too short,  
Lingered too long, unless helped on by sport.  
But thou (Dear Friend) hast so contrived thy Pack▪  
That we might neither Time, nor Pastime lack.  
Who passes here his Time, what e'er they cost,  
Shall say, in using these there's no Time lost.   

THE INSPIRER. To his Dear Friend the Author, Upon His CHARTae SCRIPTae.  
Dear Friend, you make a dry dead stock to bring  
Forth fruits, (an offering for the highest King)  
Heavens just Tribute, or an Outrent due  
From all alike, but only paid by You.  
You Dig up Vice, 
Spades.  and stay it in the Root,  
Beating down sin, 
Clubs.  before it spring or shoot;  
That Virtue Crowned with glory may appear  
In Diamonds, 
Diamonds.  sparkling like the Starry Sphere,  
Where every one, exceeding fare all Art,  
A Jewel makes, and Beams of Grace doth Dart  
Into the Soul: a Charm for every Sense,  
As if inspired by some Intelligence.  
Thus you have Packed the Cards, and dealt the Game,  
And by your Hearts, 
Hearts.  well played, All Hearts you gain.   

To his most loving Friend, the AUTHOR.  
Dear Friend, you chid me when I said your Pen  
Revived BEN: JOHNSON from his grave again.  
Tell me you Critics, I'll be judged by you,  
Can there 〈…〉 CHARTAE SCRIPTAE due?  
They all agree it, and with me allow,  
As large a Laurel to Impale thy Brow.  
They think Tom: Randall (if alive) would be  
Too weak a Gamester to play with Thee.  
Since justice 〈…〉  
Why should your Hate, to your own Fame be such▪  
If you'll not be Commended, leave to write,  
So you'll want 〈…〉.   

An Advertisement to the Virtuous LADIES.  
Deal fairly Ladies; 'tis a Pack  
Of arrrant Knaves? What is't you lack?  
〈…〉  
Men dare not see themselves in Print.  
He is 〈◊〉 you something of the Price:  
Woodcocks and Wit pay no Excise.  
And if he but your Favour Wins,  
In the next Pack you shall be Queens.   

ON CHARTAE SCRIPTAE.  
WHat more Knaves yet? Nay then we're in our dumps,  
For they're still followed by the smaller Trumpets.  
Hang these Committee-men, we're so o'er matched,  
An honest (Ten cant stir, but strait he's catcht;  
But play not Booty, let no Cards be seen,  
And we'll win yet; see here th' Ace, King, and Queen  
These are the leading ones, if these can't get,  
Even throw the rest 〈◊〉, we'll sit by and Bett.   

To his Friend, on his Ingenious CHARTAE SCRIPTAE.  
COme my Dear Sister, shall we have a Game?  
The Cards are hallowed now, all but the name.  
Here are Religious Kings and Queens, we may  
Work out Salvation, while we seem to Play.  
Blessed Reformation! see how Grace gets in  
By th' very means which did entice to sin.  
Now may in godly sort the Zealous mate  
Deal with a Brother, yet Communicate.  
They that forbade th'Prophaner Ace and Deuce,  
Should they see these, they would command their Use.  
Virtue thus Conquers Vice, by an unknown way,  
And Satan's beaten now at his own Play.  
What good may we not hope for, when we hear,  
A Sermon Preached by Nicholas Benie're?   

Incertus AUTHOR, to his Anonymos Friends.  
I Thank you (Friends) for your Conceits, they're witty:  
But let's remember Myndus was a City,  
And had great gates; whether it be Command  
Or Play, it is the word, no more, I'll stand.   

CHARTAE SCRIPTAE.  

The ACE, Unity.  
Eternal One, who mad'st, and know'st our Hearts.  
How wonderful art thou; whose foremost parts  
No eye can see, and live! The Best of Things  
Do homage unto thee; even Queens and Kings.  
And though the word now worse meaning have,  
Who was not borne thy vassal, and thy Knave?  
All Hearts are Open unto thee▪ no   
To hid the low so Base; Nor 〈◊〉 so proud  
To exalt the high: thou lifrest up the low,  
And down the proud dost from their high Hearts throw.   

The King of HEARTS.  
NExt to th' Ace on the Earth, the power of Kings  
Derivatively flows, as streams from Springs;  
Pollute not then these crystal waters, no,  
They must untouched to their own Fountain flow.  
So long as He pays duty to the Ace,  
He will defend his delegated Place:  
And though at Gleek, the Knave in Number be  
More than the King, Yet the precedency  
Is given to him in play, And Tom goes down,  
And does his Cross-legged homage to the Crown.   

The Queen of HEARTS.  
ALas what fortune's this ●here's not a Pack,  
The glorious Card of All is gone: we lack  
The Queen, nor will we a small Card suppose.  
We thank the Thistle, that we want this Rose.  
She's gone to play a better game, from parts  
That Forreigne are, to get us 〈◊〉 Hearts,  
Then these at home; then count it England's Spring.  
When she and those Hearts join to Ace and King.   

The King of DIAMONDS.  
IF ever King had such unvalued gems,  
Flowers of his Crown, than our great King had them.  
Not Aaron's breast plate brandished such a Ray,  
Nor darted so much lustre▪ As that day  
When that throughout these Islands we could see  
Of peace and plenty A Monopoly.  
Religion brought forth wealth, but little after  
The honest Dame was eaten by her daughter.  
Two sparkling Diamonds were this Land's two Eyes,  
The through the-word-famed Universities;  
But now we bunke. His power at Sea alone,  
No Prince can show me such another stone.  
What pity is't such goodly pearls and fine  
Should be cast out (as now they are) to Swine!   

The Queen of DIAMONDS.  
Great Queen, how thou hast cut thy way we have seen,  
Not now of Diamonds, but true Diamond Queen.  
Thy greater Pearls, (not like that unchaste she  
Who quaffed them up dissolved with Antony.)  
To reinthrone thy injured Lord thou sold't;  
Bart'ring for Bullets Diamonds▪ and uphold'st  
The Crown Maugre thine enemy's hate, and scorn  
With high Supporters, Fierce as th' Unicorn,  
Or Lion: Thus by gallant poverty,  
Thyself will the unvalued Jewel be.   

The King of SPADES.  
THis King resembles much prime Monarchy.  
Just such a King was Adam as is he:  
Made by his sin a sab'ring digging Prince,  
And so the greatest Princes have been since,  
Full of great Cares and Fears; In throbs of state,  
In height 'bove others placed, and so in hate,  
Laid open to reproaches, censures, scorns:  
So that their Crowns are truly Crowns of Thorns.  
By base misprision, what they are not, made;  
So that they do not call a Spade, a Spade.  
Vexing their sacred persons till they have  
No rest but by the Spade, and that i'th'Grave.   

The Queen of SPADES. Upon the Queen of Spain's death.  
THe Mournful Court in Heart, I mean, not black,  
(For they mourn truly, who their Mourning lack)  
In Elegiac faces doth express  
For loyal Spaine's great Queen, great heaviness.  
More sorrow in a look cannot be shown;  
I have known less grief, when mourning has been on▪  
Who can forbear a doleful song to sing?  
Dead is the Catholic Queen, and Christian King.  
If the Pope's Title so small a Power hath.  
God bless (pray we) Defender of the Faith.   

The King of CLUBS.  
THis is the worst of Kings, beware of him,  
N● King indeed, but a mere popular Pim,  
Voiced, and cried up by Impudence and noise.  
Guarded with store of Apron men and Boys,  
Saylors and watermen; and since the wives  
Set to reform, their foremen venture lives  
More precious than their husbands, to bring in  
Religion, and beat down the Man of sin;  
For which they exalt a Levita in a Tub▪  
And he persuades to tumults the rude Club.  
When swarms of wasps, and hornets buzz: Then fly.  
No honour in a Crowd for Majesty.   

The Queen of CLUBS.  
TO make a Queen of Clubs I must extract  
The spirits of three Ladies most exact;  
The Legislative, Preaching, and Prophetic;  
These qualities well jumbled by a Sedgewicke  
In close Alembecke, will a Queen install  
Most pure, most virtuous, and Synodical,  
Who shall go out, and in before the People,  
And preach high doctrine placed in the Steeple,  
These are the People's joy, their life, their breath,  
Dearer than late most dear Elizabeth.  
Io the Queen. A beast of vast Commands,  
With many heads, and tails, and many hands.   

The Knave of HEARTS.  
I Am the worst of Knaves, others by Art  
Are wicked, studied; I me a Knave at Heart.  
Where vile Ingredients poison all my will,  
Whatsoever I think, or do, is mischief still.  
Like to an Indigestive stomach I  
Convert all good to bad: Here roguery  
Original is; no virtue, goodness, love  
Can such a monster save; Repre'hend, reprove,  
Like a fierce mastiff at your throat I fly;  
Advice and Counsel I void cunningly.  
And by a mental reservation  
Make and break Oaths to damn a Nation.   

The Knave of DIAMONDS. Prince GRIFFITH.  
A Precious Knavel you'd Madam's Quarry Enter,  
While precious stones you craftily present her,  
And rob her of a Jewel above price.  
Fowl ravisher, only a Prince in vice!  
Are these your close Committees? if you sit  
Upon such plots, we know what you Commit.  
If that from Brutus we derive our name,  
Like him let's bravely flay our Nation's shame,  
Let not our  Lucretia's suffer thus,  
By an adulterous Griffithins.  
O make one Order against him most just,  
Who pimped the sacred order for his lust.   

The Knave of SPADES.  
THis Knave by staunch and forced gravity  
In a Spade Beard covers all pravity.  
You must not think his Cato's face would cousin,  
Having the justice of the honest dozen  
Good men, and true; yet this upright treader  
Is closely linked unto the Devils tedder:  
So sanctified a cast of his white eye,  
Will usher nothing but a very lie.  
And while you Imagine you a sure card have,  
You'll find this envious Spade digging your grave.   

The Knave of CLUBS.  
THis is a foolish, proud, tumultuous Chuff,  
Whose mouth runs over with filthy Kitchen stuff,  
The scum of private raylings; which he vents  
Now against Kings, and will 'gainst Parliaments,  
For this same knave likes nothing that hath power,  
Nor learning, but what's infused in the Hour.  
Every thing's his grievance, but believes  
Above all other things the poor lawn sleeves.  
He has a plaguy and malignant spite,  
(For his soul's s●●te) 'gainst any thing that's white.  
Pound him to dust, and his Ingredients see,  
He is composed of pride, and villainy.   

The TEN.  
Decem Praecepta.  
THese if they were kept have power enough,  
To purge the world of all such knavish stuff.  
In dreadful thunderings upon Sinas hill  
By divine pencil wrote, the Almighty's will  
And high mandamus were these ten: The Jew  
Had the first privilege: He heard, and knew  
The Legislative voice: whose Majesty  
So dreadful was, it did the Jews to die.  
So they desired a Speaker, whose meek soul,  
In place of God might safely them control,  
Yet he was moved from patience at the men,  
And first of all broke all those blessed ten.  

(1)  
THe first provides that I no Atheist be,  
Against plurality, and Anarchy.  
I am the Lord thy God, and I alone;  
Not Gods, nor Lords then are there, no not none.   

(2)  
THe second shows Invisibility;  
You may not picture what you cannot see:  
God cometh as a wind. Who can be found  
Of Cunningest Painter that could paint a Sound?  
But know there is a decent use of Images;  
When t'any thou dost bow; an Idoll' 'tis.   

(3)  
THat doth his nature keep, and this his name,  
Neither must common be: o what a shame  
Is it to us; That that name which the Jews  
Durst not pronounce, we frequently do use,  
Without regard unto this precepts tail,  
Vengeance is his: the swears shall not fail.   

(4)  
HOw fair and reasonable are thy demands!  
Lord! of seven days thou askest one. There stands  
An Item to this precept shows the odds;  
Six days we have ourselves: The seventh is Gods.  
'twill shame us if we yield not: On this day  
What on the other six you safely may,  
You may not do; now works then do wherein  
Thy profit, or thy pleasures are, They're sin:  
Do not the day to Superstition force:  
Deny thy Brother help, and save thy Horse.  
The works forbade are works of Pride, and hate:  
To rest from works of love is reprobate.   

(5)  
THe greatest blessing that on earth can be  
Is firm annexed unto loyalty.  
He that would Nestor's Age to's children give,  
Teach them to mean, Father and King long live.   

(6.)  
NO man would hazard sure the Curse of Cain;  
Do not thou kill, nor wish the Power of slaying.  
Whose life thou wouldst preserve, through hate for shame  
In Reputation murder not, and name.  
Yet think not hence, there is no power to stay;  
In spite of this, the sword of Justice may.   

(7.)  
stones cry the Jews for proved Adultery.  
That is not all, thou mayst not in thine eye,  
Nor in thy heart (that private closet) do,  
What may pollute thyself, and neighbour too.   

(8.)  
THou shalt not steal from Man, nor God. The Edge  
Of this same precept will cut Sacrilege.   

(9)  
IN public Judgement, nor 'mongst private friends,  
Do not by Injury serve thine own ends:  
The bread that's got by another's loss, though sweet,  
O it is foul, and mark it, It is greet.   

(10.)  
HEre's little difference 'twixt my neighbour and  
My self, both for the same privilege stand.  
No longer let's be two: My Counterpart,  
The very Copy of my Soul and Heart.  
Thy Beast, thy servants, fortunes, and thy wife,  
Are all as dear to me as my own life.    

The NINE.  
Nine Heroes.  

THis number's not so sacred, as the last,  
But yet 'tis famous, for the Ages passed  
Laboured in this same number (as a vie)  
To manifest all humane gaslantry.  
We rake the Christian, Heathen, Jewish State,  
And by extraction make it sublimate:  
In histories Alembecke there were nine,  
Whose spirits (as Elixir) did out shine  
The rest of men: These were their days high noon;  
Amongst the lesser stars the exalted Moon.  
we'll mount 'em in their several Orbs, and see  
How different theirs, from these day's Chivalry.  
God's Cavalier Joshua leads the valiant va●●●  
The Conqueror of fruitful Canaan.  
The Sun and Moon were in his muster rolls,  
And listed Stars recruited his slain souls.  
Rivers retreated, Jordan was driven bacl,  
The blowing of 7 horns do Jericho sack,  
Thirty one Kings all fell by him. No place  
Was strong, nor men, no not the Anakims Race.  
Yet one base lurking Achans cursed sin,  
Routed all Israel: Have not we been  
Strangely dispirited, and beat sometimes?  
There is a cause, brave Cavaliers; Our crimes.   

DAVID.  
WHat's feigned St George and Bevis to have done,  
Great David did indeed; he Ladies won  
By sling and sword: when vast Goliath lay  
After the Bear and Lion the worse prey.  
What worthies were his Captains? and if they  
Such mighties were: What was their King I pray!  
That gallant man after God's heart a King,  
(The people's sin provoking) did a thing  
Was folly to the Lord. That sin this day  
The People Acts in a Militia.  
Be favourable O Lord, and grant that we,  
Like him, may feel but one Curse, not all three.   

JUDAS MACH.  
Puissant Judas strong in faith, not men,  
Beat proud Antiochus. His zeal even then  
Unto Jerusalem did brightest flame,  
When that Jerusalem was but a name.  
When heathen Ignorance threw down her Courts,  
And of their holy vestures made their sports  
May after Ages (Charles) give thee due praise  
Who fightest (as he) the ruin'd Church to raise.   

HECTOR.  
HEctor did many valiant Acts, but he  
Oppressed was by Club●, and so are we.  
Where Homer's learned pen hath sweat, and chaste  
Virgil hath sung, for me to rhyme were waste.   

ALEXANDER.  
HEre's he, for whom the world too little was,  
He sweat in the straight compass; know the cause,  
His large ambitious mind did know no Bound,  
As little room serves him (as me) i'th' ground.   

CAESAR.  
HEre's he that wept at Alexander's Tomb,  
'Cause at his years he had not so much o'ercome.  
Who did advance the Aristocracy  
Unto Imperial State, though cruelly,  
Witness the die of changed Pharsalia's fields,  
Whose story lofty Lucan fully yields.  
A man more famous for his Pen or Sword  
'Tis hard to judge nor can I here afford.  
Him, when the fawning Senate said, they'd make  
Happy and high, basely his life they take.   

Tres Moderni  
Arthur the Prince renowned for Lady-fights,  
And his round Table, and his sturdy Knights,  
Read now, like to Romances will be sound;  
And what's his Table? now the whole world's round.  
I shall not write of Godfrey, Bulloignes Duke,  
Nor yet shall Charlemagne swell up this Book.  
No, since my own good Charles is not the great,  
Unless it be in Soul, in Cause, more yet,  
Great in his wrongs, great in his sufferings too.  
I shame to write it Countrymen to you.  
Shall it be said, and not recanted? Friends,  
Have your great promises these homely ends?  
Glorious and Rich; courage, our Lord was so;  
He made the World, yet knew not whereto go.   

The Nine Muses.  
Yet while by these this number's made divine,  
Let's not forget, the Muses they were nine.  
When those nine worthies shall augmented be  
By Charles his Nephews, and his Progeny,  
And the swollen Annals strut with thy brave Deeds.  
Which now the world in acquaint Mercurius reads.  
Those nine well warmed with a peculiar fire,  
Shall Pen themselves thy wars; and not Inspire.    

EIGHTS.  
Octo Personae.  

WHen first I drew this Card, it grieved my heart;  
For high offence this figure did impart.  
It called to mind that Watery world, when th' Earth  
Was drowned; and of mankind a general dearth.  
That high gigantic, and rebellious race,  
That fought against their God for highest place;  
Broke into drops like to a proud swollen wave,  
And were entombed in a floating grave.  
High were the men, the women heavenly fair,  
(And fruitful too) for Continence was rare.  
Wherefore God punished their inconstant blood  
Except eight Persons with a constant Flood.   

WHat Ovid in his Metamorphosis  
Doth as a Fable tell; In truth is This:  
And many wise men think that his Mor-phosis  
Was stolen out of the Pentateuch of Moses.  
And what you read of good Deucalion,  
And grandam Pyrrah, each one threw their stone,  
And they forthwith took kindly heat, and life,  
Is true in goodman Noah, and his wife,  
And Sem and Japhet, and accursed Cham,  
And their three dames, from whence all people came.   

The Seminary of man was then the Ark,  
That too was of all Beasts the moving Park,  
The Rabbins very pretty stories have  
Of Noah, when he built that swimming Cave.  
How that his Neighbours wondered, and did say,  
Good Lord, whither went my Cock and Hen to day?  
Another's Ram and Ewe, his Bull and Cow,  
Her Dog and pretty Bitch were here but now.  
And Lamech loving Doves: but all were met  
And hundred Couples more, as if they had set  
Some merry meeting at that huge new House  
Which Noah built, There was the Rendeavouze.  
A Brace of Lions were met lovingly;  
And Tigers twain, and Bears both he and she.  
And so of Birds their pairs in mighty joy,  
As if they had all been flocking to a Coy.  
Thus while the amused world were wondering at  
The Beasts procession; Not dreaming that  
A deluge would succeed, they merry made,  
And God over whelmed 'em, 'ere they were afraid.    

SEVEN.  
Septem Planetae.  

IF we may trust divining Mr Booker,  
Our New States Wyzard, and old Star looker.  
From the untoward conjunction of these Stars  
Ensue results of Peace, or bloody Wars.  
I have not studied Astronomy so fare,  
As to confute this sage Albumazur:  
Yet I remember, when our Archiflamen  
Upon Prognostics did the wight examine.  
And asked him, Bonâ fide whether He  
By art could guess certain futurity.  
He answered plainly, no, he could not tell,  
But put things in, to make th' Almanac sell.   

But that these lights have powerful influence  
Over inferior Corpse, is plain to sense.  
As in all Plants and waters; and man's mind  
By unequal temperature is much inclined.  
Yet the wise men, (whose number was not eight)  
Control these seven, and overlook their Fate.  
Who under Saturn's sullen ray are borne,  
Live Melancholy, and seem to be forlorn.  
Who under Mars had their Nativity,  
To Blood and Rage have a proclivity.   

The generous aspects of Sol and Jove  
Unto Heroic actions People move.  
When these in an auspicious posture meet,  
We shortly do the birth of Princes greet.  
So do these Rays appear i'th' royal Plant,  
That we may judge, who were predominant.  
For in thy early progress like the Sun  
About thy Father's Kingdom thou hast run.  
While he triumphing like Majestic Jove,  
Showed thee the pattern of his state and love.   

This is the Sparkling Diamond of the Sky,  
The Beauty-speck of Heaven, and bravery.  
Which for th' illustrious figure, and acquaint light,  
Is Lady Usher to the Day and Night.  
Her kind and pleasing Influence doth raise  
More than Platonic heat; and though her ways  
Are dark and secret, and her fire's unseen,  
(For Mercury a friend to th' stealth hath been.)  
Yet Mistress Luna in her nightly round,  
Hath heard the cries of this Platonic wound.    

SIX.  
Opus sex dicrum.  

IF the same Six be truly understood,  
The Reader will perceived, That all were good.  
For need must they be good, whom the best best  
Himself made, and on the 7th day took rest.  
God's working days were six, one resting day;  
So must ours be, but not a rest to play.  
For when the great Creator finished had,  
And saw all good, (for nothing could be bad)  
Into himself he did reflect, to see  
The power and goodness of the Trinity.  
Imitate o man: and though six days thou spend  
Upon thyself, in Him let the 7th end.   

The first days Worke.  
THat there might be a First day's work, the Light  
Was first Created, separate from Night.  
Night which was nothing but a want of Day,  
And gets a being when that's gone away.  
Just such is that in which this blinded Land  
Doth grope; unwillingness to understand,  
Natural privations serve to produce,  
But Voluntary Darknesse's of no use.   

The Second.  
The next day's labour was that Canopy,  
(The vulgar usually do call the sky▪)  
And is that glorious substance which is spread,  
Like a blue spangled Mantle o'er our head.  
The Seat of God mounted so exceeding high,  
It is not to be reached until we die.  
The Singer sweet doth it a Curtain call,  
Draw it O Lord, and entertain us all.   

The Third.  
For all that high precedency of Birth,  
The lowest is most courted, this base Earth.  
Which when it first was made, did freely give  
All that by which with sweat we now do live.  
'Twas Meadow all, and no enclosure then;  
What God made common, was enclosed by men.  
To make a Land like that, 'Tis my advice,  
Down with enclosures; They're no Paradise.  
Laying of ground to ground, do none of these,  
The gathering of Waters were the Seas.   

The Fourth.  
Heaven in itself was glorious enough,  
Yet as a palace with rich household stuff  
Thou de●●●est Lord thy dwelling place with lights  
Of less and greater magnitude. Our sights  
Cannot behold their lustre; even they  
Dazzle that rule the Night, who rules the day  
Is the great Author of our Heat and Light,  
Yet is not hot, nor seen of any sight.  
Let us, O Lord, on Earth to thee consent,  
To make thy houses full of Ornament.  
And as to worship 's Idolatry,  
So in thy adorned Churches let it be.   

The Fifth.  
The Watery Regions had no people yet,  
But Wave with Wave did play, and Nymph, Nymph met▪  
When great Leviathan, (no Tyrant than,)  
Was made Grand-Signior of the Ocean.  
And Scaly Officers in shoals did press  
Unto his, than not dreaded, Dreadfullnesse.  
Under whose vast dimensions, safe did lie  
As in a Trench, the Finny Ministry.  
Like Lord, like Servants, who did execute  
By signs his will; for Both as Fish were mute.  
Fare different were the vast Airs feathered Peers,  
Where warbling Birds sing to the playing spheres.   

The Sixth.  
This was the great Completing day; God's last  
And best of works, not hundled up in haste.  
Wherein the species sensitive were made,  
Those wondrous beasts, of which we're now afraid;  
Whose mutual kindness to each other prove  
Them all Created by the God of Love.  
So sweet an Innocence filled every thing,  
Serpents no poison had, and Bees no sting.  
The Lamb and Wolf together friendly lay,  
No Shepherds then, nor Dogs to part a fray.  
Wolves in Sheepsclothing were, and Sheep indeed,  
As quiet (as in the Picture) they did feed.  
They were so far from injury, that they  
Expected daily whom they should obey.  
Then sat the Divine junto, the great Three  
In consultation, who that should be,  
To whom the Sovereignty of Sea and Land  
Should be committed, Such a vast Command  
Was fit for none, but who could represent  
Himself, he therefore his own Image lent,  
And stamped an Impress of Divinity▪  
Into a piece of Clay, (such as you see,)  
And it upstarts a glorious Creature, wise,  
And Innocent, and meek in his own eyes,  
The joy of Angels, and the Devil's hate,  
The Lord o'th' Creatures, high and fortunate.  
Who all out of innate Obedience came  
And knew from him their Essence in their name,  
This solitary Monarch could not see  
Amongst his Servants fit Society:  
But from himself (as from the Noblest Earth▪  
And choice Materials) Woman had her Birth.  
So all were wonder-struck, the Beasts to see  
The Man, He Eve, and they the Trinity.    

FIVE.  
Quinque Sensus.  

Seeing.  
THe Diamond Sense, the Bodies faithful guide,  
Is merely unto Psyche's self allied. 
Five Senses▪   
Soul of the Senses this▪ whose cheerfulness.  
Even as in death (for blindness is no less)  
Without the sight is dampt. He that's borne blind  
Walks in a sleep, and only lives in mind.  
That such a one may live, he first must die,  
The Resurrection's his Nativity.   

Hearing.  
The Souls Intelligence, and nimble Scout,  
Just like the Scout doth truths and tales put out.  
For at these subtle Portholes doth not stand  
A Sentinel, who may the word demand  
Before it pass, but every word doth fly  
Into the Presence, chamber instantly.  
The Convoy of our Faith; Sciences Clewes;  
The Staple and the Magazine of News.   

Touching.  
Tactus has got so great an Excellence,  
That to want it is said to have no Sense.  
I never heard of any thing but one  
That was insensible; and she Alone.  
But in a just recruite ought to abound  
With that fine sixth sense which great Scaliger found.  
The Body's Lifeguard this, no little harm,  
But presently the Touch doth give Alarm▪   

Tasting.  
Our Victuals garnish, Entertainments flourish,  
Without our Palates, we like Embryos nourish:  
As much delight the Infant Navell-fed,  
Takes in his meat, as when'ts unrelished.  
This is the sauce of sauce: this Salt doth season  
Our Appetites Second. Manciple to Reason.   

Smelling.  
Can you a Face in any wise suppose  
Handsome, without this goodly ridge the Nose?  
Just such a nonsense Nose (as that's a Face,)  
Is that which wants this rare Olfactive grace.  
The Loadstone of the brain, the sense magnetic,  
Nature's High-chamberlaine and Groom prophetic.    

FOURS.  

Quatuor Elementa.  

Fire.  
THese are the subtle principles o'th' world, 
Four Elements.   
Which where they're tempered well, or rashly hurled,  
Do make their Compounds plausible, or loathed:  
All things in these, though undiscerned, are clothed.  
In ecstasy at this the good King said,  
I'm fearfully and wonderfully made.  
O the art and wisdom of the Deity!  
Which from confused Chaos, where did lie  
These blended Elements in strange disguise,  
Gave them their place, and due proprieties;  
And did advance the active Fire so high,  
It's next unto the throne of Majesty.   

Aire.  
This into several Regions is decided;  
For Breath, for swaggering Winds and Snowes provided.  
The Magazine of Heavens here: Artillery  
Which oft in dreadful thunderings rend the sky.  
And gives proud Tyrants check▪ which bravely awe  
All under powers, and guard the Supreme Law.  
This like a silken girdle doth surround  
The moving waters, and the fixed ground.  
This is a Proteus, which in acquaint attire  
Condensed, is Water, Rarified, is Fire.   

Earth and Water.  
These two are Inmates to each other; friends  
Checqred together in kind mutual blends.  
So necessary Neighbours to us, that  
All pleasures are, as they are, situate.  
When our fond thoughts are wearied in the sports  
O'th' Earth; we dally in the watery Courts:  
This glazen Element, (unless the wind  
Dimple her surface) is most smooth and kind.  
Her numerous Subjects fare the Earth's exceed,  
And are the great supply of humane need.  
What wealth are in their Bowels hid? Her Jewels  
And tother's Gold, are all Contentions fuel.    

Quatuor Anni Tempora.  
IT were unseasonable to pass these four, 
Four Seasons of the year.   
In which our life is passed. Nay count them o'er.  
You'll find in every man even every season,  
So man is but a year endued with reason.  
His Childhood is the Spring: when flowery Cheeks  
And smiling looks, a Springal him bespeaks.  
The Summer is his youth: which Harvest yields,  
Himself of Corn a constant standing Fields.  
He hath his fall too, and Autumnal change,  
And Snow and Winter on his white hairs range.  
They differ thus: the Season never fails,  
But oft in Spring and youth death man assails.    

THREE.  
Virtutes Theologicae.  

Faith.  
HAnd of the Soul and Eye: what silly we  
Nor see, 
Three Theological Virtues.  nor comprehend for Majesty.  
By Faiths attained▪ and what the Heathen thought  
So strange, and Papists dangerously have taught  
Without a Miracle, or Ethnic jeer,  
By Faith we feed on God, he's Christmas cheer.  
And as of a good Conscience he professed,  
So we o'th' Sacraments, it is a Feast.  
A Feast where Angels would kneel down and eat,  
Where Gods the Entertainer, and the meat.  
Away these sinful Senses, get you hence,  
You let in Vice. Faith is the Christian sense.   

Hope.  
Were't not for thee, what commonly we speak  
Is very true; Our very Heart would break.  
Mother of Patience, sweetner of all loss,  
Supply of want, miseries Anti-crosse.  
The Anchor of this Floating Island, where  
Our Hope doth live, but straight begirt with Fear.  
The Penitents Cordial, Bezoar stone of grief,  
The Parted's internuntius, Prisoners relief,  
The only Key of Heaven, which doth ,  
(When Faith and Charity do cease) to Hope.   

Charity.  
The glue of Earth and Heaven, whose new state  
Is to be now Conjoined, not separate.  
So great God's love unto his Creature is,  
That both are joined in one hypostasis.  
Love Borne, when name of Duel was not known,  
And with Astraea, and the rest hence Flown.  
Wrapped up in 〈◊〉 Mantle, which doth hid  
And not proclaim the faults, that are espied.  
Antipathy of hate, keen malice's regret,  
At very name of foul Revenge, she'll sweat.  
The Sentry of my Neighbour's Fame, and House,  
Salvation's universal Rendezvous.    

TWO's.  

Duo Testamenta.  
THese are God's Magna Charta, 
Two Testaments.  the ancient Law  
Which did the Jews, now doth the Christian awe.  
Who for themselves are credited: the Ground  
Of their own Truth, and Rule of what is Found.  
Not both like plausible; The letter Red  
In that, and threatening Death; appropriated  
In certain privileges unto a Few;  
And hid in types, scarce known unto the Jew.  
The other's▪ letter fair, and plain; That he  
That runs may read, and for all comers free.  
A Testament of such extent; which makes  
The World Executor, He that will partakes.   

Duo Sacramenta.  
THese in their types were bloody, 
Two Sacraments.  and did fright  
The Heathen world from their severer Rite;  
The Jew did want his Spectacles in part,  
Nor did the Circumcision see o'th' Heart.  
But doted on the outward Forms: and 〈◊〉  
Became less jew, and was but one in 〈◊〉  
He saw the Infant bleed, but understood  
No issue of his sin, but only blood.  
And knew not when he used his cruel knife,  
The wound in's Flesh, was 'gainst his sinful Life.  
So when with bitter herbs the Paschall Lamb  
Was eaten by the Sons of Abraham;  
They looked not throw the Mystery,  
Nor saw in Pharo's, Satan's Tyranny.  
And so for all their great deliverance,  
Are still asleep in an Egyptian trance,  
And feed on shadows, while the Lamb indeed  
Was slain by them, but they no whit will Feed.  
No more let Superstition them befool,  
Nor thoughts of jordan or Bethesda●'● Poole.  
But give them grace (good Lord) they may Confide  
Ith' stream of blood, and water from thy Side.    
FINIS.