TOBACCO BATTERED;& THE PIPES SHATTERED( About their ears that idly Idolize so base& barbarous a WEED; OR at least-Wise ouer-loue so loathsome vanity:) by A Volley of holy Shot Thundered From Mount HELICON.   

A Double Anagram,  
George Viliers: Sir George Viliers,  
Re-giue glories: Glorie-giuers rise.  
SIr, Re-giue glories: Glorie-giuers rise.  
How fits your happy Fate, your happy Name!  
Wherein, a Precept with a Promise lies,  
Presaging Good to grace-full BVCKINGHAM:  
For, be you Grate-full for your Dignities;  
GOD and the KING will still increase the same.  
GOD, while you honour Him, will honour You:  
The KING will favour, while you serve Him, true.   

To the right Honourable Sr. GEORGE VILIERS, Kt. Baron of Whaddon: L. viscount Viliers: earl of BVCKINGHAM: Master of the Horse to his Maty.& Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, &c.  
YOur Noble Order, and your hallowed Name,  
Your Soueraign's favor,& your own Profession,  
Promise Your Valour towards the Suppression  
Of Heathen Foes that Christian FAITH defame:  
Hence, here presume we( by the Trump of famed)  
To call your aid against the proud Oppression  
Of th' Infidel usurping FAITH'S Possession,  
That Indian Tyrant, onely Englands shane.  
Thousands of Ours here hath He captive taken,  
Of all Degrees, kept under slavish yoke,  
Their God, their Good, King, Country, Friends forsaken  
To follow folly and to feed on smoke.  
Be GOD our Guide, St. GEORGE our general;  
we shall repel Him, and redeem Them All.  
At Your. Lops. Command IS The humble echo of The MVSES.   

A Warning-Piece.  

RIght noble Nobles, Generous Gentlemen,  
Louers of Honor, and Your Countries Weal;  
You'l need no frightening to avoid our Peal;  
Nor are in unveil of our powdered Pen:  
Nor Those that Yet will yield, and turn again  
From th' Idol-Seruice of their smoky Zeal,  
To serve their GOD, their KING, their commonweal  
We shoot at Manners, we would save the Men.  
But, Those rebellious that will still stand out  
under the Standard of our Heathen Foe,  
With Pipe and Pudding rampir'd round about,  
Puffing& Snuffing at their threatened Woe;  
At such, our Canon shall Here thunder thick:  
Gunner, your Lin-stock, Come, give fire quick.   

Tis best Praise-worthy, To haue pleased the Best:  
This Wee endeavour; and defy the rest.    

TOBACCO BATTERED.  

whatever GOD created, first was good,  
And good for Man, while Man uprightly stood  
But, falling Angels causing Man to fall,  
His foul Contagion con-corrupted All  
His fellow-Creatures, for his sin accursed,  
And for his sake transformed from their First;  
Till GOD and MAN, Mans Leprie to re-cure,  
By Death killed Death, re-making All things pure:   

But, To the pure; not to the stil-Prophane,  
Who( Spider-like) turn Blessings into Bane;  
usurping( right-les, thank-les-need-les) heer,  
In wanton, wilful, wasteful, lustful Cheer,  
Earths plenteous Crop, which GOD hath onely given  
unto his own,( Heires both of Earth and heaven)  
Who onely( rightly) may with Praise and Prayer,  
enjoy th'increase of Earth, of Sea, and air,  
Fowle, Fish, and Flesh, Gems, metals, cattle, Plants;  
And namely,( That which now no Ingle wants)  
Indian TOBACCO, when due cause requires;  
Not the dry dropsy of fantastic Squires.   

None therefore deem that I am now to learn  
( How ever dim I many things discern)  
Reason and Season, to distinguish fit  
Th'use of a thing, from the Abuse of it;  
Drinking, from drunking, Saccharum cum Sacco;  
And taking of, from taking all TOBACCO.   

Yet out of high disdain and Indignation,  
Of that stern Tyrant's strangest usurpation,  
Once, demi-Captiue to his puffing Pride,  
( As millions are, too-wilfull foolifi'd)  
Needs must I band against the need-lesse use  
Of Don TOBACCO, and his foul Abuse:  
Which( though in ind it be an herb indeed)  
In Europe, is no better then a Weed;  
Which to their Idols Pagans sacrifice,  
And Christians( heer) do well-nigh Idolize:  
Which taking, Heathens to the divels bow  
Their Bodies; Christians, even their souls do vow.  
Yet th' Heathen haue, with th' Ill, some Good withall;  
Sith, Their con-natiue, 'tis con-natural.  
But, see the nature of abounding sin,  
Which more abounding Punishment doth win  
For knowing Seruants wilful Arrogance,  
Then filly Strangers savage Ignorance.  
For, what to Them is Meat and Med'cinable,  
Is turned to us a Plague intolerable.   

Two smoky Engines, in this latter Age  
( Sathans short Circuit; the more sharp his rage)  
Haue been invented by too-vanted Wit,  
Or rather, vented from th' Infernal Pit,  
GVNS& TOBACCO-PIPES, with Fire and smoke,  
( At least) a Third part of Mankind to choke:  
( Which, happily, 
9. 17.  th' Apocalyps foretold)  
Yet of the Two, We may( think I) be bold,  
In some respects, to think the Last, the Worst,  
( How-euer Both in their Effects accursed.)  
For, guns shoot from-ward, onely at their Foen;  
Tobacco-Pipes, home-ward, into their own  
( When, for the Touch-hole, firing the wrong end,  
Into ourselves the poisons force we sand:)  
Those, in the Field, in brave and hostile manner;  
These, Cowardly, under a covert Banner:  
Those, with Defiance, in a Threatfull Terror;  
These, with Affiance, in a wilful Error:  
Those,( though loud-roaring, goaring-deep) quick-ridding;  
These, stilly stealing, longer languours breeding:  
Those, full of pain( perhaps) and fell despite:  
These, with false Pleasure, and a seem-delight  
( As Cats with Mice, Spiders with Flies) full rife  
Pipe-playing, dallying,& deluding Life.   

Who would not wonder, in these Sunny-Dayes  
( So bright illightened with the GOSPEL's rays)  
Whence so-much smoke,& deadly vapours come,  
To dim& damn so much of christendom?  
But, wee must ponder too, These Dayes are Those  
Wherein the divell was to be let lose;  
And Yawning broad Gate of that black abyss  
To bee set ope, whose bottom bound-les is;  
That satan, destined, evermore to dwell  
In smoky furnace of that darksome Cell,  
In smoke& darkness might enure& train  
His own deere Minions, while they heer remain;  
As roaguing Gypsies, tan their little Elves,  
To make them tanned and oughe, like themselves.   

Then, in despite, whatever dare say Nay,  
TOBACCONISTS, keep-on your Course: You may,  
If you continue in your smoky ure,  
The better fat Hell's sulphury smoke endure;  
And herein( as in All your other evil)  
Grow nearer still and liker to the divell:  
save that the divell( if he could re-voke)  
Would fly from filthy& vnhealthy smoke;  
Wherein( cast out of heaven for hellish Pride)  
Vn-willing he, and Forced doth abide:  
Which, herein worse than he( the worst of Ill)  
You long-for, lust-for, lie-for, die-for still:  
For as the Salamander lives in Fire,  
You live in smoke; and with-out smoke expire.   

SHould it be questioned( as right well it may)  
Whether discovery of AMERICA,  
That New-found World, haue yielded to our old  
More Hurt or Good: Till fuller Answer should  
Decide the Doubt and quiter determine it,  
Thus for the present might we answer fit:  
That Thereby Wee haue( rightly understood)  
Both given and taken greater Hurt then Good:  
And that on both sides, both for Christians  
It had been better, and for Indians,  
That onely Good men to their cost had come,  
Or, that the evil had still stayed at home.   

For, what our People haue brought Thence to us,  
Is like the headpiece of a Polypus,  
Wherein is( quoted, by sage Plutarch's Quill)  
A Pest'lence great good, and great Pest'lence ill.   

Wee had from Them, first, to augment our Stocks.  
Two grand Diseases, scurvy and The Rocks:  
Then, Two great Cordials( for a Counterpeize)  
Gold and TOBACCO; both which, many ways,  
Haue done more Mischief than the former twain;  
And All together brought more loss then Gain.   

But, true it is, we had this Trash of Theirs,  
Onely in Barter, for our broken wears.  
Ours, for the most part, carried out but Sin;  
And, for the most part, brought but Vengeance, in:  
Their freight was Sloth, Lust, avarice,& Drink  
( A burden, able with the weight, to sink  
The hugest Carrak; yea, those hallowed twelve,  
Spains great Apostles even to ouer-whelue)  
They carried sloth,& brought home Skuruy-skin,  
They carried Lust, and brought home Pocks within:  
They carried avarice, and Gold they got:  
They carried Bacchus,& TOBACCO brought.  
Alas, poor Indians! that but English, None  
Could put them down in their own Trade alone!  
That none, but English( more Alas! more strange!)  
Could justify their pitiful Exchange.   

Of All the Plants that Tellus bosom yields,  
In groves, Glades, Gardens, Marshes, Mountains, Fields,  
None so pernicious to Mans Life is known,  
As is TOBACCO, saving HEMP alone.  
Betwixt which Two there seems great Sympathy,  
To ruinated poor Adam's Progeny:  
For, in them Both a strangling virtue note,  
And Both of them do work vpon the throat,  
The one, within it; and without, the other;  
And th'one prepareth work unto the tother.  
For, There do meet( I mean at Gayle& gallows)  
More of these beastly, base TOBACCO-Fellowes,  
Then else to any profane Haunt do use,  
( Excepting stil The Play-house and The stews)  
Sith 'tis Their common Lot,( so double-choaked)  
just, bacon-like, to be hanged up, and smoked:  
A destiny, as proper to befall  
To moral Swine, as to Swine natural.   

If there be any herb, in any place,  
Most opposite to GOD's good Herb-of-grace,  
'tis doubt-les This: and this doth plainly proue-it,  
That, for the most, most grace-les men do loue-it,  
Or rather, dote most on this withered Weed,  
themselves as withered in all gracious dead.  
'tis strange to see,( and unto me, a Wonder)  
When the prodigious strange Abuse we ponder,  
Of this unruly, rusty Vegetal;  
From modern Symmists Iesu-Critical,  
( Carping at us, and casting in our Dish,  
Not Crimes, but crumbs: as eating Flesh for Fish:)  
W'hear in This Case, no Conscience-Cases holier.  
But, like to like; The divell with the Collier.   

For, a TOBACCONIST( I dare aver)  
Is, first of all, a rank Idolater,  
As any of th' Ignation hierarchy:  
Next, as conformed to Their Fopperie,  
Of burning Day-light, and goodnight at noon,  
Setting up Candles to enlight the Sun:  
And last, the kingdom of NEW-BABYLON  
Stands in a dark and smoky Region;  
So full of such variety of smokes,  
That there-with all all piety it chokes.   

For, There is, First, the smoke of Ignorance,  
The smoke of Error, smoke of Arrogance,  
The smoke of Merit super-er'gatorie,  
The smoke of Pardons smokes of PVRGATORIE  
The smoke of Censing smoke of Thurifying  
Of Images, of Sathan's Furie-flying,  
The smoke of stews( for smoking thence they come,  
As horrid hot as torrid sodom, some):  
Then, smoke of POVDER-TREASON, Pistols, knives,  
To blow-vp kingdoms, and blow-out Kings lives;  
And lastly, too, TOBACCO's Smoakie-Mists,  
Which( coming from Iberian BAALISTS)  
No small addition of Adustion fit  
Bring to the smoke of the Vnbottom'd PIT,  
Yerst opened, first,( as openeth Saint John)  
By their ABADDON& APOLLYON.   

But, sith They are contented to admire  
What They dislike not, if they not desire  
( For, with good reason may wee guess that They  
Who swallow Camels, swallow Gnatlings may);  
Tis ground enough for us, in this Dispute,  
Their Vanities, thus obvious, to refute  
( Their Vanities, mysterious Mists of ROME,  
Which haue so long be smoked CHRISTENDOM).   

And for the rest, it shall suffice, to say,  
TOBACCONING is but a smoky Play.  
Strong Arguments against so weak a thing,  
Were need-less, or vnsuitable, to bring.  
In this behalf there needs no more be done,  
Sith of itself the same will vanish soon:  
T' evaporate This smoke, it is enough  
But with a Breath the same aside to puff.   

NOw, My First puff shall but repel th'ill-Sauour  
Of Place& Persons( of debauched behaviour)  
Where 'tis most frequent: Second, show you will,  
How little Good it doth: Third, how great Ill.   

'tis vented most in taverns, Tippling-cots,  
To Ruffians, Roarers, Tipsie-Tostie-Pots;  
Whose custom is, between the Pipe and Pot,  
( Th'one could and Moist, the other Dry and Hot)  
To skirmish so( like Sword-and-Dagger-fight)  
That 'tis not easy to determine right,  
Which of their weapons hath the Conquest got  
over their Wits; the Pipe, or else the Pot.  
Yet, 'tis apparent, and by proof express,  
Both stab and wound the brain with drunkenness:  
For, even the derivation of the Name,  
seems to allude and to include the same:  
TOBACCO, as {αβγδ}, one would say;  
To( Cup-god) BACCHVS dedicated ay.   

And, for Conclusion of this Point, observe,  
The Places which to these Abuses serve,  
How-euer, of themselves, noisome enough,  
Are much more loathsome with the stench& stuff,  
Extracted from their limbeckt Lips and Nose.  
So that, the Houses, common Haunts of Those,  
Are liker Hell then heaven: for Hell hath smoke;  
Impenitent TOBACCONISTS to choke,  
Though never dead: There shall they haue their Fill:  
In heaven is none, but Light and Glory still.   

Next: Multitudes them daily, hourly drown  
In this black Sea of smoke, tost up and down  
In This vast Ocean, of such Latitude,  
That Europe onely cannot all include,  
But out it rushes, ouer-runns the Whole,  
And reaches, well-nigh round, from Pole to Pole;  
Among the Moores, Turks, Tartars, Persians,  
And other ethnics( full of Ignorance  
Of GOD and Good:) and, if wee shall look home,  
To view( and rue) the State of christendom,  
Vpon This Point, we may This Riddle bring;  
The subject hath more Subiects than the King.  
For, Don TOBACCO hath an ampler reign,  
Than Don PHILIPPO, the Great King of Spain,  
( In whose Dominions, for the most, it grows).  
Nay, shall I say,( O Horror, to suppose!)  
heathenish TOBACCO( almost every where)  
In christendom( CHRISTS out-ward Kingdom here)  
Hath more Disciples than CHRIST hath( I fear)  
More Suite, more service( Bodies, Souls,& Good)  
Than CHRIST, that bought us with his precious Blood.  
O Great TOBACCO! Greater than Great Can,  
Great Turk, Great Tartar, or Great Tamberlan!  
With encompass wings Thou hast( and swifter yet  
Than an Hungarian Ague, English Sweat)  
Through all Degrees, flown, far, nigh; up& down;  
From Court to Cart; from Count to Country Clown,  
Not scorning Scullions, cobblers, Colliers,  
Iakes-farmers, fiddlers, Ostlers, Oysterers,  
Rogues, Gypses, Players, panders, Punks, and All  
What common Scums in Common-Sewers fall.  
For, all, as Vassals, at Thy Beck are bent,  
And breath by Thee, as their new Element.  
Which well may prove Thy Monarchy the Greater,  
Yet prove not Thee to be a whit the Better;  
But rather Worse: For Hell's wide-open Road  
Is easiest found, and by the Most still troad.  
Which, even the Heathen had the Light to know  
By Arguments, as many times they show.   

Heer may wee also gather( for a need)  
Whether TOBACCO be an Herb or Weed:  
And Whether the excessive use be fit,  
Or good or bad; by those that favour it,  
Weeds, wild and wicked, mostly entertain it:  
herbs, holesom herbs, and holy minds disdain it.   

If then, TOBACCONING be good: How is't,  
That lewdest, losest basest, foolishest,  
The most unthrifty, most intemperate,  
Most vicious, most debauscht, most desperate,  
Pursue it most: The Wisest and the Best  
Abhor it, shun it fly it, as the Pest,  
Or piercing poison of a Dragons Whisk,  
Or deadly Eye-shot of a Basilisk?   

If wisdom balk it, must it not be Folly?  
If virtue hate it, is it not unholy?  
If Men of Worth, and Minds right generous  
Discard it, scorn it: is't not scandalous?  
And( to conclude) is it not, to the divell  
Most pleasing; pleasing so( most) the most evil.   

MY second puff, is Proof How little Good  
This smoke hath done( that ever hear I could)  
For, first, there's none that takes TOBACCO most,  
Most usually, most earnestly, can boast  
That the excessive and continual use  
Of This dry Suck-at ever did produce  
Him any Good, civil, or natural,  
Or moral Good, or artificial:  
unless perhaps they will allege it, draws  
Away the Ill which still itself doth cause.  
Which Course( me thinks) I cannot liken better,  
Then to an Vsurer's kindness to his debtor;  
Who, under show of Lending, stil substracts  
The Debters own, and then His own exacts;  
till at the last he utterly confound-him,  
Or leave him Worse& Weaker then he found-him.   

Next, if the custom of TOBACCONING  
yield th'Vsers any Good, in any thing;  
Either they haue it, or they hope it prest:  
( By proof and practise, taking stil the best)  
For, none but fools will thē to Ought be slave,  
Whence Benefit they neither hope, nor haue:   

Therfore, yet farther( as a Questionist)  
I must inquire of my TOBACCONIST,  
Why, if a Christian( as some, sometimes seem)  
believing GOD, waiting all Good from Him,  
And unto Him all Good again referring;  
Why( to eschew th'Vngodly's Grace-les erring)  
Why pray they not? Why praise they not His Name  
For hoped Good,& Good had by this Same?  
As all men do, or ought to do, for All  
The Gifts& Goods that from His goodness fall.  
Is't not, because they neither hope, nor haue,  
Good( Hence) to thank GOD for, nor farther crave:  
But, as they had it from the Heathen, first;  
So Heath'nishly they use it still, accursed:  
And( as some iest of Oysters) This is more  
ungodly Meat, both After and Before.   

Lastly, if all Delights of all Mankind  
Be vanity, Vexation of the Mind;  
All under sun: Must not TOBACCO be,  
Of Vanities, the vainest vanity?  
If Salomon, the Wisest earthly Prince,  
That ever was before, or hath been since;  
Knowing All Plants, and them perusing All,  
From Cedar to the Hyssop on the wall;  
In none of all professeth, that he found  
A firm Content, or Consolation sound:  
Can We suppose that any Shallowling  
Can find much Good in oft-TOBACCONING?   

MY Third& last puff, points at the Great evil  
This noisome vapour works( through wily devil).  
If we may judge; if Knowledge may be had  
By their Effects, how things be good or bad;  
Doubt-les, th'Effects of This pernicious Weed  
Be many bad, scarce any good, indeed:  
Nor doth a Man scarce any Good contain,  
But of This evil justly may complain;  
As thereby, made in every Part the Worse,  
In Body, soul, in Credit, and in Purse.   

FOr, first of all, it falls on his Good-name;  
And so be-smears, and so be smokes the same,  
That never after scarce discerned is't.  
Rare good Report of a TOBACCONIST:  
Where, if to take it, were a virtuous thing,  
'twould to the Taker's Commendation bring;  
And somewhat grace them( though they else were bad)  
Or hid, a little, the Defects they had:  
But, from their Credit rather it abates,  
And their Disgraces rather aggravates:  
And how-much better that they were before,  
It stinks the worse,& stains their Name the more.   

For, if a Swearer, or a Swaggerer,  
A Drunkard, Dicer, or Adulterer,  
prove a TOBACCONIST, it is not much:  
Tis suitable, 'tis well-beseeming Such;  
( No less than flaring, garish, whorish tyre,  
Which nowadays most Mad-dames most desire:  
Owle-fac't Chaprones, Cheeks painted, Izland Tresse,  
Bum Bosse-about, with broad deep-naked breasts;  
Borrowed& brought from loose Venetians,  
Becomes Pickt-hatch& Shorditch courtesans).  
Not that TOBACCONING is not amiss:  
But that the bright Noon of their better 'vice,  
spread far& wide, doth darken and put down  
TOBACCO-taking, and it's Twilight drown.   

But, let it be of any truly said,  
he's great, religious, learned, wise, or stayed;  
But, he is lately turned TOBACCONIST:  
O! what a Blurr! What an Abatement is't!  
'tis like a handful fom Augaeus Stable,  
Cast in the Face of Beawties fairest Table.  
Whence it appears, This too-too to frequent,  
It is not good; no, not indifferent.   

It best becomes a Stage, or else a stews,  
Or Dicing-house, where All Disorders use.  
It ill beseems a Church, college, or Court,  
Or any Place of any civil sort:  
It fits Blasphemers, Ruffians, Atheists,  
damned Libertines, to be TOBACCONISTS:  
Not Magistrates, not Ministers, not Schollers  
( Who are, or should be sins severe controllers)  
Nor any wise and sober parsonage,  
Of gravity, of honesty, of Age.   

It were the fittest Furniture( that may)  
For divell, in a Picture, or a Play,  
To represent him with a fiery Face,  
His Mouth& Nostrils puffing smoke apace,  
With staring Eyes, and in his griezly Gripe,  
An ouer-grown, great, long TOBACCO-Pipe.  
Which sure( me thinks) the most TOBACCONIST  
Must needs approve, and even applaud the Iest:  
But much more Christians hence observe, how evil  
It them becomes, that so becomes the devill.  
And therfore, think This Weed, a drug for Iewes  
More fit by far,[ who did so foul abuse  
( Base rheumy Rascals) with their Spawlings base  
Our loving SAVIOVRS louely-reuerend Face,  
Whom( wilful-blind, stiffnecked, stupifi'd)  
They spit on, scorned, scourged, crucified]  
Than for us Christians, who His Name adore,  
Whom by His Death he doth to Life restore.   

If, notwithstanding All that hath been said,  
TOBACCONISTS will still hold on their Trade,  
And by their practise still hold up their Name,  
Though Iewes, though divels, better suite the same;  
I'll say no more but only This, of This:  
Henceforth, let none whose meaner Lot it is  
To live in smoke; Lime-burners, alchemists,  
Brick-makers, Brewers, Colliers, Kitchenists;  
Let Salamanders, swallows, Bacon-stitches,  
Red-Sprats, red-Herings, and like Chimnie-wretches,  
Think no Disparagement, nor hold them base:  
TOBACCONISTS their company will grace,  
And teach them make a virtue of necessity,  
Turning their smoke into a grace-fool Assitie.   

NExt the Good-Name, now let The body show  
What Wrongs to it from out TOBACCO flow:  
For, as That is Man's base Part, indeed,  
It is most basely handled by This Weed.   

And First( as was significantlie said  
Before our sovereign, by an Oxford Head)  
TOBACCO, smoke into the Parlour puts,  
And basest Office in the best room shuts,  
While to the Head it doth exhale and hoist  
The Bodies filthy and superfluous Moist;  
Causing a moist Brain, by vnceast Supply  
Of rheums still drawn to th'Bodies Stillarie:  
Which in experience, and in reason, make  
Men most unapt Deep thing to undertake.  
For, for the most part, shallow are the Wits,  
conceits, and Counsaills of TOBACCONITS.  
Sith wisdom dwells in dry: Her proper Seat  
Is a dry Brain, embatteld well with Heat.   

Also, it fries and dries away the Blood  
( As did that Persian the Euphratean Flood,  
To conquer Babylon) by whose incrassion,  
The vital Spirits, in an unwonted fashion  
Are bay'd, and barred of their Passage due  
Through all the veins, their vigour to renew:  
So that the Humors( as all out of frame)  
Tending to putrefy and to inflame,  
Fire the whole House; from whence there follows ever  
A dangerous, if not a deadly fever.   

Lastly, this boiling, broiling, of the Blood,  
Breeds much adusted Melancholy-Mood  
( Sathan's fit Saddle, from their sullen Cell,  
To ride, in post, his wretched slaves to Hell,  
With Two keen spurs( too-quick in their Effect)  
Th' one of excess, the other of Defect;  
A violent Passion, pushing Reason back,  
Or fell despair, when Conscience is awake.)  
For, as of all Insensibles, hath none  
More melancholy and Adustion,  
Then chimneys haue; What kind of chimney is't,  
less Sensible then a TOBACCONIST?  
And in receiving smoke, fith th' are so equal;  
Can their adustion then be much unequal?  
Thus then the Habit of TOBACCONING,  
Makes one more Chimny-like then any thing.   

Some also think it causeth exsiccation  
( As of the Blood) of Seed of generation;  
By th' acrimony stirring more to covet,  
Then fruitfully producing Issue of it:  
Whence, we may learn to marvell so much less,  
That( for the most) our Gentles, that profess  
TOBACCONISME, love Lemman-Sauce so well;  
Or that such Legions of the Base pel-mel,  
under the Standard of TOBACCO, use  
To Turn-bull first, then to Our Bartholmewes.   

And where there haue been many great Inquests  
To find the Cause Why Bodies still grow less,  
And daily nearer to the Pigmies Size  
This, among many Probabilities  
May pass for one: that their progenitors  
Did gladly foment their Interiours  
With wholesome Food, vnmired, moderate,  
And timely liquours duly temperate:  
But, now-adaies, Their Issue inly choke  
And dry them up( like Herrings) with This smokes  
For, Herrings, in the Sea, are large and full,  
But shrink in bloating and together pull:  
Whence, in effect, smoke unto smoke referring,  
TOBACCONISTS are not unlike read Herring.   

undoubtedly, beyond all Moderation  
It dries the body, robs of irrigation  
The thirsty parts; so that the bowels cry  
For Moist and could, to temper Hot and Dry:  
Whence, th'Elementall Qualities of Theirs,  
In Faction, fall together by the ears.  
For, in the herb excess of Dry and Hot,  
Drawes-in excess of Cold-Moist from the Pot;  
For which they troop to th' Ale-house shortly after,  
As rats-ban'd Rats do high them to the Water.  
And yet, their liquid Cooler cures them not,  
No more then Water doth the baned Rat:  
For th' Heat and Drought of th' Herb American  
Being intensive( fitter called Man-Bane)  
The one dries-vp the Humour radical,  
The other drowns the Calor natural.   

But the most certain and apparent Ill  
Is an Ill Habit which doth haunt them still;  
Transforming Nature from her native Mould:  
For, custom we another Nature hold.  
And This vile custom is so violent,  
And holds his Customers at such a Bent,  
That though thereby more Hurt then Good they doubt,  
To die for it, they cannot live without.  
Which doubtless, is a miserable State:  
For, Men are surely the more Fortunate,  
Of fewer Creatures that they stand in need:  
More, but more Bondage, and less freedom breed.  
A House that must haue many Props and stays  
Is nearer Fall, and faster it decays:  
Variety and Surfeit feed the Spittle,  
And fill the grave. Nature's content with little.   

Why then should Man, living and rational,  
Beslaue himself to a dead Vegetall?  
Why, demi-heauenly, and most free by Birth,  
Should he be bound unto this child of Earth?  
Why, Lord of Creatures, should He serve: at least,  
Why such a Creature, base then a beast?   

OF: had I seen fools of all sorts frequent it,  
fools of all Size, fools of all Sexes haunt it,  
fools of all Colours, fools of all Complexions,  
fools of all Fashions, fools of all Affections,  
fools natural, fools artificial,  
fools rich and poor, young fools, old fools,& all;  
Whom, fool I pitied, for their wilful Folly;  
Supposing, None discreetly Wise( or Holy)  
Could be entangled with so fond a thing,  
As is the habit of TOBACCONING.  
For, what Discretion, or what wisdom can,  
Think physic Food, or medicine Meat, for Man?   

I rather thought Vlysses rather would  
Haue stopped his ears, Eyes, Hands& Mouth with-hold  
From such a Cyrcean Drug, whose working strange,  
Would soon his best into a Beast exchange.  
But when I saw some Wise-ones snared in  
This Spanish Cobweb( Sathans special Gin)  
And that so fast, they cannot when they would  
Get out again; or will not if they could:  
wisdom, me thought, must varie much; or else  
This Ware is spiced with some foreign spells,  
So to bewitch the Wise( need-less, and nilling)  
To take and love; and not to leave it, willing.  
For, those that say and swear they even abhor it,  
Cannot abandon, but Thus bandy for it:   

Tis good( say They) Tis special good for rheums;  
Exhales gross Humors, their excess consumes;  
And voids with-all, all inconvenience  
There-on depending, or descending Thence.  
Which should I grant, it must be yet with Clauses  
Of needful Caution, suitable to Causes;  
When time requireth Preparation fit  
To sacrify congealed Rags of it;  
Which by the Heat and dryness probably,  
This Plant performs, in mediocrity:  
Or else, where the abundant Quantity,  
Dangerous Effect, malignant Quality,  
Of ouer-moistures, ask evacuation,  
To free the Parts from total Inundation.   

How-be-it, many safer means there are.  
Better and fitter in themselves by far;  
More certain, more direct; with less ado,  
less Cost, less Damage, and less Danger too  
Than Don TOBACCO's damnable Infection.  
Slutting the Body, slauing the Affection.   

Twere therefore better somewhat else to seek  
Then rest in this, so worthy of Dis-like;  
Sith, curing Thus one small Infirmity,  
It doth create a greater Malady,  
When there-by freed( perhaps) from Rheumes●e fall  
In Bondage of this custom capital.  
For, they that physic to a custom bring,  
Bring their Disease too, to accustoming.  
perpetual physic must of force imply  
perpetual sickness: or deep foolery  
composed of antic and of frantic too:  
For where's no Sickness, what should Med'eine do?   

THus for the body: Now the soul divine  
With This wild Goose-Grasse of the Perusine  
Hath four great quarrels, in fourfold respect  
Of her four Faculties; the Intellect,  
The Memory, the Will, the Conscience;  
All which are wronged, if not wounded, Thence.   

First, in the Intellect, it d'outs the Light,  
Darkens the House, dims th' understandings Sight;  
Through neuer-ceast succession of humidity,  
The Dam of dulness, Mother of stupidity;  
Making Mans generous Brain( best, dry and hot)  
lye drowned, and driueling like a Changeling Sot.  
Why then should Man, to put out Reason's Eye,  
Suffer his soul in smoky Lodge to lie?  
For, though some others, and myself by proof  
( When scornfully I took it but in snuff)  
Haue th●●eby sometimes found some benefit;  
Superfluous Humors from the Brain to quit,  
To clear the voice, and cheer the phantasy,  
Which, for the present, it did seem supply:  
Yet doth the custom( as we likewise find)  
Dis-nerue the body, and dis-apt the mind.   

Next; It decays and mars the memory,  
And brings it to strange imbecility,  
By still attraction of continual Moist,  
Which from the lower parts it wonts to hoist:  
For, though best memory dwell in a Brain  
Moist-moderate; Yet ouer-moist, again  
Makes it so lax, so diffluent and thin,  
That nothing can be firmly fixed there-in;  
But instantly it slides and slips-away,  
As weary heels on wet and slippery day.  
For proof whereof: None more forgetful is  
Of GOD and Good, than are Tobacconists.   

Touching th' Affections, they are tired no less  
By This fell Tyrants insolent excess:  
For, the Adustion of th'inherent Heat,  
Drought, acrimony( Tartar-like) doth fret;  
Makes men more soudain and more heed-less heady,  
More sullen-sowr, more stubbornely-vnsteady,  
More apt to wrath, to wrangle, and to brawl;  
To give and take a Great Offence, for Small;  
Cause-less rejoicing, and as cause-less Sorry,  
Exceeding-Mournefull, and excessiue-Merry:  
Whence grows, in fine, excessive grief& Fear;  
For Dumpier none than the Tobacconer:  
None sadder than the gladdest of their Host;  
None hating more than he that loved most;  
None fearing more, none daunted more than such  
As, in a Passion, rather dared too-much.  
For, relatives inseparable dwell:  
And Contraries their Contraries expel.  
And( with th' old Poet) Tis the Cox-combs Course  
Flying a Fault to fall into a Worse.   

But if they say, that sometimes, taking it,  
The mind is freed from some instant Fit  
Of Anger, grief, or fear; Experience tells  
It is but like some of our Tooth-ake Spells,  
Which for the present seem to ease the Pain,  
But after, double it with more Rage again,  
Because a little, for the time, it draws,  
But leaves behind the very Root and Cause.   

Lastly, the Conscience( as it is the best)  
This Indian Weed doth most of all molest;  
Loading it daily with such Weight of Sin,  
Where-of the least shall at the last come-in  
To strict Account: the loss of precious houres,  
Neglect of GOD, of Good, of us, of Ours:  
Our ill Example, prodigal excess,  
Vain Words, vain oaths, Dice, Daring, drunkenness,  
sloth, jesting, scoffing, turning Night to Day,  
And Day to Night; Disorder, Disaray;  
Places of scorn and public scandal hanting;  
Persons of base and beastly Life frequenting,  
Theeues, unthrifts, Rustians, Robbers, Roarers, Drabbers,  
Bibbers, Blasphemers, Shiftters Sharkers Stabbers:  
This is the Rendez-vous, These are the Lists,  
Where do encounter Most TOBACCONISTS:  
Wherein they walk, like a blind Mill-horse, round  
In the same circled, on the self same ground;  
Forgetting how, Dayes, Months, and Yeeres do pass;  
No more regarding, than an ox or ass,  
How Age grows on, How Death attendeth them,  
GOD knows how near:( Whom on each side behem  
A late Repentance, or a flat despair)  
And after That, a noisome stinking air  
Of their infamous rotten Memory  
With Men on Earth; in heaven with GOD on high  
A fearful Doom: and finally in Hell,  
infinity of fiery Torments fell.   

The Last and least of all TOBACCO harms  
Is to the Purse: which yet it so becharmes,  
That Iuggler-like it iests-out all the pelf,  
And makes a Man a Pick-purse to himself.  
For, as by This th' Iberian Argonauts  
May be supposed( even among serious Thoughts)  
T'haue kill' more Men than by their martyrdom  
Or Massacre( which yet to Millions come)  
So, by the Same they haue undone more Men,  
Than usury( which takes from Hundred, Ten)  
And no-where more than in This witched Isle:  
Woe to their Fraudes, Woe to us fools, the-while.   

HOw-many Gentles, not of Meanest Sort  
( Whose Fathers lived in honourable Port,  
For Table, Stable, and Attendance fit;  
loving their country, and beloved of it)  
leaving their Neighbours, fly from their Approach,  
And, for the most keep House in a caroche  
( Hells new found Cradles! where are rocked asleep  
mischiefs that make our commonweal to weep.)  
Or in some Play-house, or some ordinary,  
Or in some piece of some Vn-Sanctuarie;  
Where, through their Pipe-puft Nose more smoke they wave,  
Than all the Chimneis their great houses haue;  
Consuming more in their Obscure-Obscoenitie,  
On smoke and Smock, with their appendent Vanity,  
Than their brave Elders did, when they maintained  
Honour at home, and foreign Glory gained.   

How do they rack& wrack,& grace,& grind,  
Shuffle and cut, wrangle, and turn, and wind,  
Borrow and beg( under a Courtly cloak)  
And all too-little for This liquorish smoke!   

Alas the while! that men Thus needs will be  
beggared, undone( of no necessity)  
In body, Mind, and Means; unapt, unable  
For any Good, through This so need-less babble.   

For, What a Folly, through the Nose to puff  
Th'whole Bodie's Portion, in This idle stuff!  
Or, what need any with TOBACCO, more  
Now meddle, than his Ancestors before?  
Who knew it not, but had, without it, Health,  
lived long and lusty, in abundant Wealth.  
Or, what is any, when he all hath spent,  
The better for This dear Experiment?  
Which now-adaies a number daily find  
Like alchemy( though in another kind)  
To circulate, and calcinate( at length)  
Insensibly( TOBACCO hath such Srength)  
manors, Demains, Goods, cattle, elm,& oak,  
Gold, silver, All; to Ashes and to smoke,  
While all too-busie blowing at the coal,  
deject their Body, and neglect their soul.  
For, O! What place is left to christianity,  
'mongst such a Crew( nay; almost to humanity)  
Where oaths, Puf-snuffing, Spausing-Excrement,  
Are real Parts of GENTLES compliment?   

And, for our Vulgar, by whose bold Abuse,  
TOBACCONING hath got so general use;  
How mightily haue They since multiplied  
taverns, Tap-houses! where, on every side,  
Most sinfully hath malt been sunken heer,  
In nappie Ale, and double-double Beer?  
invincible, in a Threefold excess;  
Strong Drink, strong Drinking,& strange Drunkenness.  
Which on the Land hath brought, so visibly,  
So great a mischief, so past remedy,  
That Thousands daily into beggary sink  
Through idleness; in wilful Debt for drink.  
Nor can the Lawe's severest kerb keep-in  
This coltish, common, privileged Sin.   

Then( shallow Reptile, superficial Gnat)  
Why do I hum? why do I hiss there-at?   

but, awful Iustice will with keener Edge  
Clip short( I hope) this saucy privilege;  
And at one blow cut-off this Ouer-Drinking,  
And ever dropsy of TOBACCO-stinking:  
When Our ALCIDES( though at Peace with Men,  
At war with Vices) as His armed Pen  
[ Among the LABOVRS of his royal hand,  
Where Piety and Prudence( jointly) stand  
eternal pillars to His glorious Name;  
unto all Times to testify the same,  
BRITANN'S right Beau-Clerk, both for Word and Writ:  
For Knowledge, Iudgement, Method, Memory:  
The Miracle, The ORACLE of Wit:  
divine and moral ENCYCLOPAEDIE]  
Hath, as with arrows, from His sacred Sides,  
All-ready chac't These stinking Symphalides;  
Shall, with the Trident of some sharp Edict,  
severe enacted, executed strict,  
cleanse all the Staules of This Augaean Dung,  
Which hath so long corrupted Old and Young:  
Or, at the least, impose so deep a tax  
On All these Ball, leaf, Cane,& Pudding Packs;  
On Seller, or on Buyer, or on Both,  
That from henceforth the Commons shal be loth  
( Vnwilling-Wise) with that grave greek, to buy  
smoke and Repentance at a Price so high.   

If, notwithstanding, Yet some Wealthy will  
Needs poison, and undo them with it, still;  
It shall be onely some of Those profane  
Loose Prodigals( their Countries Blot and Bane)  
Best to be spared, least to be mist; whose Lands  
( If any left) will come to Wiser hands  
Than such weak Ninnies, needing Wardship yet;  
Not for their want of Age, but want of Wit.   

Avidius Cassius( as Lampridius shows)  
Did first invent, and first of all impose  
That uncouth Manner of tormenting Folk,  
On a high beam to smother them with smoke:  
Where, had TOBACCO been then known, he need  
But haue enioyn'd them to haue tane that Weed.   

But, with more Reason and more equity,  
severus Caesar, when he did descry  
The double-dealing of Vetronius  
[ A cozening Courtier( Such are none with us)  
A Iack-of both-sides, with both hands to play  
( As nowadays some Lawyers do, they say)  
feigning great favour with his sovereign,  
To take great Bribes of Many, to obtain  
Great Suits; for whom his Prince he never moved]  
Aloud complained of, and apparent proved;  
caused his false Minion with this Doom to choke,  
Let the Smoak-seller suffocate with smoke:  
Which, our smoke Merchants would no less befit;  
TOBACCO-Mongers, Bringers-in of it:  
Which yearly costs( they say, by Audit found)  
Of better wears an hundred Thousand pound.   

And, if the Sentence of this Heathen Prince,  
On That Impostor, for his Impudence,  
Were just: How juster will the heavenly GOD,  
Th' Eternal, punish with infernal Rod,  
In Hell's dark( furnace, with black Fumes, to choke)  
Those, that on Earth will still offend in smoke?  
Offend their Friends, with a Most vn Respect:  
Offend their wives and Children with Neglect:  
Offend the Eyes, with foul and loathsome Spawlings:  
Offend the Nose, with filthy Fumes exhalings:  
Offend the ears, with loud lewd Execrations:  
Offend the Mouth, with ugly Excreations:  
Offend the Sense, with stupefying Sense:  
Offend the weak, to follow then offence:  
Offend the Body, and offend the mind:  
Offend the Conscience in a fearful kind:  
Offend their baptism, and their Second Birth:  
Offend the majesty of heaven and Earth.   

Woe to the World because of Such offences:  
So voluntaire, so void of all pretences  
Of all Excuse( save Fashion, custom, Will)  
In so apparent, proved, granted, Ill.  
Woe, woe to them by Whom Offences come,  
So scandalous to All our christendom.   
FINIS.   

SIMILE non est IDEM: Seeming is not the-Same. OR All's not GOLD that glisters. A CHARACTER Of This corrupted Time, which makes RELIGION but A Couer-Crime.   

TO The worthily-Honored, Sr. henry BAKER, Knight-Baronet.  
TIs better late, than never to repay:  
Better a little, than no Part at all:  
Take therfore, in good-part, This Part( though small)  
Of your great Debt:& pardon my Delay,  
Till( more mine own) with more Respect, I may  
IN better Measure( as I hope, I shall)  
answer your Merit; though not answer all  
Your Bounties Bonds, renewed Day by Day.  
you mind your MAKER, in your Dayes of Youth:  
You show us, by your Works, your Faith's sincerity:  
You are so friendly to the Friends of Truth,  
Your virtuous Life so proves your love to verity,  
That None, I thought, could, with more patient Eye,  
Abide to look on This anatomy.  
Your virtues Humble Honourer, IOSVAH SYLVESTER.   

SIMILE non est IDEM: Seeming is not The-Same. or All is not GOLD, that glisters.  

1  
HOw TIMES are changed! and WEE with Times,  
In new, nefarious, various Crimes!  
Exceeding all that haue preceded,  
In Pride, in Fraud, in Filth, in Force,  
Rape, Treason, poison, past Remorse;  
Such, as( in Time) will scarce be creeded.   

2  
O Mindes! O Manners, most absurd!  
When( to the scandal of The Word)  
The more our Light, the worse our Works:  
When seeming SAINCTS be nothing less;  
And more Profane, Who most profess,  
Than Infidels, or Iewes, or Turks.   

3  
And when, between our roaring GIANTS,  
That openly, bid heaven Defiance,  
Heaping-vp Hill's of wickedness;  
And th'undermining close despites  
Of double-hearted Hypocrites,  
Masking in Hollow-Holinesse;   

4  
From Earth are FAITH& truth exiled;  
False Error hath all Hearts beguiled:  
All-ouer All ABVSES reign.  
virtue is 'vice; 'vice, virtue grown,  
Iustice is iustied from her own:  
Honor and Right are in disdaigne.   

5  
'tis, To be Foolish, To be Wise:  
With Reason, is Against the Guise:  
red they that can My Riddle right.  
Christ, son of Man; and GOD of hosts,  
How-many of Thy baptism boasts,  
Whose life doth to the death defi't   

6  
For, Thy Disciples Thee beleeue;  
And in Thee onely double-line;  
According to Thy GOSPEL'S verity:  
But, dare Wee say, that Wee are such;  
When nowadays in poor or Rich,  
Is found nor Faith, nor Hope, nor Charity?   

7  
GOD hath engraven in every soul  
A native Law, on Natures roll;  
Whereby( alas) We stand convict:  
And Precedents of pious Zeal,  
Who by their Bloods, their Hopes did seal,  
To double Death condemn us, strict.   

8  
Wee ought infringe That Statute never,  
From everlasting firm'd for-euer:  
do as Thou wouldst be done unto:  
do not, what Thou wouldest not accept.  
O pure, plain, gentle, just Precept!  
Yet This( alas) Who looks to do?   

9  
When all Degrees, so tender been  
Towards themselves, without, with-in,  
They, neither Wrong, nor Right, can suffer:  
But towards Others( made as They,  
By the same hand, of the same day)  
Against all Rights, all Wrongs do offer.   

10  
LORD, Thou hast said,& shown it clear  
( When in thy Flesh, Thou soiourn'dst heer)  
Thy Kingdom is not of This World:  
So shall I evermore suspect,  
While heer I see, with such neglect,  
Thy Holy Statutes after-hurl'd.   

11  
All those ( O Lord) that cry, Lord, Lord;  
With Shadow of thy Sacred Word,  
To cloak their wickedness, with-in;  
Are none of Thine: but, of Thy Name  
Profanely make a Mocking-Game,  
To countenance their cursed Sin.   

12  
Like that IGNATIAN-Latian college,  
Where, under show of Sacred Knowledge,  
They study State and Stratagems;  
Making a staple-Trafick of it,  
( After their Pleasure, or their Profit)  
To murder Kings, and mingle-mangle realms:   

13  
Thee, IESVS( merciful and Meek)  
They make a Tyrant( Nero-like)  
Bloody and brute, to kill and quell:  
Thee, saviour, Source of Innocence,  
Thee, Prince of Peace and Patience;  
They make a Fury, fierce and fell.   

14  
Thee, Iustice-Fountain, Order's author;  
They make Wrong's Fort, Confusion's Fautor:  
immortal Spring immaculate  
Of love, of Concord, and of union,  
They make Thee Trumpet of Dis-Vnion,  
And Tinder of immortal Hate.   

15  
Such Cannons roar from Trent and Tiber,  
From Powder Traitors bloody Briber,  
Whose HOLINESSE, is hollowness;  
Whose Synagogue, is Sinners Wrack;  
Whose Faith, is FAVX& RAVAILLIAC  
Whose Deeds& Doctrine, wickedness.   

16  
O, Where is then The Holy flock!  
called in one Hope, built on one Rock,  
Into one Faith incorporing;  
through one baptism, by one Word,  
under one Father( God and Lord)  
One onely Prophet, Priest and King.   

17  
There, there( as Children of one Mother)  
They succour and support each other,  
In union, and in mutual charity;  
All making but one Body, being  
All of One mind, in One agreeing:  
Bound by One Bond of Peace, and Verity.   

18  
O, can Wee( wretched, witched elves)  
Can Wee, Wee Many, boast ourselves  
One Bread, one Body( mystick-wise);  
And say that Wee are daily fed  
In common with one drink and Bread,  
Amid our Many Enmities?   

19  
Alas! Where are those Saincts becomne.  
Worthy the style of christendom;  
From SIN'S Dominion inly freed;  
Vessells of Honor, full of Grace,  
Abounding in good-Workes apace?  
None now good Thought hath; less good dead.   

20  
Nothing but false EQVIVOCATION:  
Nothing but wilful Obduration:  
Nothing but Error and Disorder:  
Nothing but Pride and Insolence:  
Nothing but impious Impudence:  
Nothing but Treason, Theft,& Murder.   

21  
Contempt of GOD and of all Good,  
Rape, Riot, Incest, Bribery, Blood,  
perjury, Plotting, all impiety,  
With more then brutest brutishness,  
This more-than-Iron-Age possess:  
No love, no Friendship, no society.   

22  
Court, city, country, every Sort  
Of either Sex, make sin a Sport  
( Pride, Painting, Poys'ning, Cous'ning, Whoring);  
In Sloth, or Surfeit, euer-drown'd;  
To Bacchus, or Tobacco bound;  
With swearing, flaring, stabbing, roaring.   

23  
Wrath, envy, slander, and Suspicion,  
fraud, Rancour, Rapine, and Ambition,  
With Blasphemies, all overspread:  
Th'old Christians Badge, bright charity  
( Most frequent then; Now rarity,  
Is, nowadays, not down, but Dead.   

24  
We are so Punctual and Precise  
In Doctrine( Pharasaik-wise)  
To seem( at least) the most religious,  
That true RELIGION we deform,  
While to our Phant'sies we reform  
shadows, and not ourselves, litigious.   

25  
RELIGION! O, Thou Life of Life!  
How worldlings, that profane thee rife,  
Can wrest thee to their Appetites!  
How Princes, who Thy Power defy,  
Pretend thee, for their Tyranny;  
And People, for their false Delights!   

26  
under Thy sacred Name, all-ouer,  
All Vicious all their Vices cover:  
The Violent, their Violence:  
The Proud, their Pride: the False their Fraud:  
The freeze his Theft: her Filth the bawd:  
The Impudent, their Impudence.   

24  
Ambition, under Thee, aspires:  
avarice, under Thee, desires:  
sloth, under Thee, her Ease assumes:  
Luxe, under Thee, all ouer-flowes:  
Wrath, under Thee, outrageous grows:  
All evil, under Thee, presumes.   

28  
RELIGION, yerst so venerable,  
Th' art nowadays but made a Fable;  
A holy mask on Follies brow,  
Where under lies Dissimulation,  
Lined with all abomination:  
Sacred RELIGION, Where art Thou?   

29  
Not in the Church, with simony:  
Nor on the Bench, with bribery:  
Nor in the Court, with Machiauell:  
Nor in the city, with Deceits:  
Nor in the country, with Debates:  
For, What hath heaven to do with Hell?   

30  
Sith whatsoever show we make  
( For Profit or Promotions sake)  
whatever Colour we put-on;  
Where, Faith no other Fruits affords,  
But euill-works ( though civil words)  
Indeed is no RELIGION.   

31  
reverend RELIGION, Where's the heart  
That entertains thee as thou art,  
Sincerely, for Thine own respect;  
Where is the mind, Where is the Man,  
May right be called a Christian;  
Not formal, but in true effect?   

32  
Who fixing all his Faith and Hope  
On GOD alone, from sacred Scope  
Of his pure Statutes will now stray:  
Who comes in zeal and humbleness,  
With true and hearty singleness,  
Willing to walk the perfect Way:   

33  
Who loues, with all his soul and mind,  
almighty GOD, alwise, All-Kinde,  
All-whole, All-Holy, All-sufficing:  
Who but One onely GOD adores  
( Though Tyrants rage, and satan roars)  
Without digressing, or disguising:   

34  
Who GOD's due Honour hath not given  
To Other things, in Earth or heaven;  
But bowed and vowed to Him alone;  
Him onely served with filial Awe,  
pleased and delighted in his Lawe,  
Discoursing Day and Night thereon;   

35  
Nor, not for form, or Fashion sake,  
Or, for a Time, a show to make,  
Others the better to beguile:  
Nor it, in Iest, to wrest or city;  
But in his heart it deep to writ,  
And work it with his hands the-while;   

36  
loving his neighbour as himself,  
Sharing to him his Power, his pelf,  
His counsels, Comforts, coats, and Cates:  
doing in all things to his Brother,  
But as himself would wish from Other,  
Not offering Other what he hates:   

37  
Whose Heart, inclined as doth behooue-it,  
unlawfully doth Nothing covet  
( To Any an offence to offer):  
But, just and gentle towards all,  
Would rather( unto great, or small)  
Than do one Wrong, an hundred suffer:   

38  
Not thirsting Others Land, or Life;  
Nor neighing after maid or Wife;  
Nor aiming any injury;  
Neither of polling, nor of pilling,  
Neither of cursing, nor of killing,  
Neither of Fraud, nor forgery;   

39  
But will confess, if he offend,  
Relent, Repent, and soon amend,  
And timely tender Satisfaction.  
Sure His RELIGION is not feigned,  
Who doth and hath him Thus demeaned;  
Ay deadly hating Euill-action.   

40  
Therefore, O! vassals of the divell,  
That cannot, will not, cease from evil,  
Vessells of Wrath and Reprobation;  
Presume no longer Now to shrowd  
under RELIGION's sacred cloud  
Your Manifold abomination.   

41  
If, But to seem good, goodly seem;  
To be good, better far esteem:  
Why seem you what to be you care not?  
If To Seem evil, be amiss;  
Sure, To be evil, worse it is:  
Why be you what To seem you dare not?  
Be, as you seem; or seem the Same  
You be: to free RELIGION's Blame.   
FINIS.   

A glimpse OF HEAVENLY joys: Or New HIERVSALEM. In An old hymn extracted from The most divine St. augustine.   

To the Worthy Friend of Worthiness Sr. PETER MANWOOD, Knight of the Honbl. Order of The Bath.  

To register, to After-Times,  
Your noble favour to My rhymes;  
Your love to virtue, Learning, Arts;  
Your Bounty towards Worthy Parts;  
Your pity; and your pious zeal  
To GOD, to Church, to commonweal;  
Your loyalty, in every kind;  
The Honour of your Humble mind:  
All, all my MANWOOD to rehearse,  
Merits a Volume, not a Verse.   

But, poor divided I( that owe,  
To many, Much; as many know;  
And famed would give Content to Each,  
So far-forth as my stock will reach)  
unable( after your desert)  
To render All, must tender Part,  
To testify my Thankfull-Thought,  
( But as I could; not as I ought)  
And what my weakness cannot pay,  
Th' AL-MIGHTIE-most I humbly pray  
To guerdon with a Diadem,  
Within His NEW-IERVSALEM.   
Yours much Obliged, josuah Slyvester.   

New HIERVSALEM.  
MY Heart( as Hart for Water) thirsts  
For life eternal Fount:  
My soul, my Bodies Prisoner, longs,  
From Prison free, to mount;  
sighs, sues, puresus, poor Exile heer,  
Her Country to recover;  
Too-abiect, subject to Disgrace,  
And too-too-tryumpht-ouer.  
¶ She seems to see the the Glory now,  
Which, when she sinned, shee lost:  
An instant III, of Good for-gone  
Augments the Memory most.  
¶ But, of celestial sovereign bliss,  
Who can set-forth the Solace!  
Where stands, of everliving Stones,  
An euer-lasting Palace;  
The lofty roofs and stately rooms,  
Reflecting golden beams:  
The Gates and goodly Walls about,  
Of rich and orient gems:  
The Streets, all paved with purest Gold,  
As smooth as any glass is:  
No foil, no soil, no Sorrow there;  
No sickness thither passes.  
No Winter's Frost, no Summer's Toast,  
Doth there Distemper bring:  
But flowers perpetual flowering there,  
Make there perpetual Spring.  
There, balsam, Saffron, lily, Rose,  
do sweat, sent, shine, and blushy:  
There, Mead, and Field spring, spire, and yield;  
Rills, milk, and Hony gush:  
There aromatics breath-about  
Their odiferous air:  
There, ever dangle dainty Fruits  
On Trees still blooming faire:  
There, never moon doth wax or wane,  
Nor Sun, nor stars decline;  
But There, the LAMB( the Light of Lights)  
Eternally doth shine.  
There, Time hath no alternate Term;  
No Night, but ever Day;  
For, There, the Saints are( as the Sun)  
Most Bright, in white array;  
Triumphant; after Conquest, crow'nd,  
In mutual Iov they greet;  
Recounting safe the Battels fought,  
Their Foes now vnder-feet;  
Pure, purified from dregs and dross;  
From fleshly Combats freed:  
Their Flesh, made spiritual, with the Spirit,  
In One self-same agreed:  
In perfect and perpetual Peace;  
subject no more to sinning:  
Obnoxious nor to Change, nor Chance;  
Return'd to their Beginning.  
And Face to Face for ever see  
All Beauties Glory bright,  
Possessing sempiternal joys,  
In that supernal Sight  
( The Sight of GOD, the sovereign Good,  
The sun of happiness,  
Such as no heart can heer comprise,  
Nor any Art express.)  
Installed in a Bliss full State  
Of Glory, still The Same;  
As sure, as pure, from fail or Fall,  
From Sorrow, Sin, and shane.  
All joyous, lively, lovely, bright,  
To no Misshap exposed:  
No Danger, Death, Disease, nor Age;  
In Health and Youth reposed.  
henceforth, for all eternity,  
They flourish fresh and green:  
For, Death is dead, Time termined,  
Corruption conquered clean.  
Now know they Him, that knoweth All.  
And in beholding Him  
They All behold( as in a glass)  
Before them bright and brim.  
In unity of mind combined,  
One very thing they Will;  
And ever Constant, never cross,  
One and the same they Nill.  
As heer in Grace, in Glory there,  
Though diversly, they shine:  
love equall's All; Each loving All  
With mutual love divine.  
So that the Good of Euery-one  
Becomes the Good of All.  
Where lies the Body, lightly there  
Will Eagles flock and fall.  
Where-with, with Angels, Saincted-Soules  
Are ay refreshed and fed  
( For, Either Countrie's Burgesses  
Are nourished with One Bread)  
And ever Fain, though ever full;  
Wishing but What they haue:  
Not sated with satiety;  
Nor needing more to crave:  
Desiring still, their fill they eat;  
And eating, still desire.  
Still, new melodious Songs they sound  
With Hea'uns harmonious choir;  
And Organs Worthy( for His Worth  
Through Whom they ouer-came)  
Ring Holy, Holy, Holy, praise  
To HIS most HOLY Name.  
¶ O happy, happy, happy, souls,  
That see Heau'ns King, above;  
And vnderneath-them Sun and Moon,  
And all the World to move!  
¶ O Christ, victorious Lord of hosts,  
So led my soul and Heart.  
That, having fought, as heer I ought,  
I may haue there a Part  
Among that Blessed hierarchy,  
In happiness supreme,  
A free and fellow-Citizen  
Of NEW-IERVSALEM.  
Vouchsafe me Grace, to run my Race,  
And strenuously to strive  
unto the End, that in the End  
I may the crown achieve:  
Not for My Work, but for Thy Worth;  
Thy Mercy, not My Merit:  
So Laud and praise be sung always  
TO FATHER, son,& SPIRIT.  
TRIN-VNI DEO Creatori, Redemptori, Directori MEO, GLORIA In Secula-Seculorum, AMEN.   

AVTO-MACHIA: Or THE SELF-CONFLICT of A CHRISTIAN. from THE LATIN of Mr. GEORGE GOODWIN, Translated& Dedicated To THE honourable( late) La: MARY NEVIL. By IOSVAH SYLVESTER.   

TO The truely-Honorable Mris. cecily Nevil, Anagramma Italiano. Cecilia Nevila. E Vitina al Ciel.  
Heav'ns Neighbour is your Anagram:  
Your Noble Graces prove the same.  
FAire heir of All Your MOTHERS Good  
( Wit, virtue, beauty, bounty, Blood)  
Among the Honors that accrue,  
By Her Decease divolv'd to You,  
Mine humble Service and This Song,  
( How little) doth not least belong  
( In Little lies a mickle Right:  
As in a Million In a Mite)  
To her Memorial, and Your Merit,  
True Mirror of MINERVA'S Spirit.  
Aceept it therefore, double Yours;  
By Her Donation, and by Ours,  
Humbly devoted( as most-bound) To Both Your Noble Families, IOSVAH SYLVESTER.   

TO The Right Noble, virtuous& learned lady, The lady MARY Nevil.  
Maria Nevila.  
Alia Minerva.  

madam, Your love to Learning, and the Learned,  
( In such a time, so fall of Arts neglect)  
Right worthily to Your rare Self hath earned  
The love of Learning, and the learned Sect:  
Whereby, Your Name already is eterned  
In MEMORIES faire Temple, high erect:  
And there deuoutiv at Your virtues Shrine,  
I humbly offer this poor MITE of Mine;   

Too small a Present to so great a GRACE;  
And too-vnworthy of Your worthiness:  
save that the Matter so exceeds the mass,  
That oft( perhaps) a greater may be less:  
For, You may see, within This little glass,  
The LITTLE-WORLD'S great-little-Mindednes:  
MAN'S Strife with MAN; Our Flesh& Spirit in Duel:  
courageous Cowards, too-self-kindly-Cruel.   

Vouchsafe t'accept then This small New-yeeres-Gift,  
With humble vows of a dis-astred Muse,  
Which lavishly hath sown her Seeds of Thrife  
So high and dry, that yet no Fruit ensues.  
Else need Shee not haue made so hard a Shift;  
Nor this small Gift so greatly to excuse.  
But sith, as yet, Shee cannot what Shee would;  
madam, accept her Zeal,& what Shee could.   
To Your Honobl. virtues most devoted, IOS. SYL.   

AVTO-MACHIA. or Self-Ciuil-Warr.  

I Sing not PRIAM, nor the Siege of TROY:  
Nor Agamemnon's Iarr with Thetis Ioy:  
I sing not heer AENEAS stormfull Fate;  
queen Dido's love, nor Goddesse Iuno's hate:  
I sing not CAESAR, nor his Sonne-in-law;  
Whose civil Rage Rome and Pharsalia saw.  
I sing my SELF; my C uil-Warrs within;  
The Victories I hourly lose and win;  
The daily Duel, the continual Strife,  
The war that ends not, till I end my life.   

And yet, not Mine alone, not onely Mine,  
But euery-One's that under th'honor'd sign  
Of CHRIST his Standard, shal his Name enroule,  
With holy vows of Body and of soul.   

Vouchsafe, O Father, succour from above;  
Courage of soul, comfort of he us'nly love:  
Triumphant captain, Glorious General,  
Furnish me arms from thine own Arcenall:  
O Sucred Spirit, My spirit's assistant bee;  
And in This Conflict, make me conquer me.   

virtue I love, I lean to 'vice: I blame  
This wicked World, yet I embrace the same.  
I climb to heaven, I cleave to Earth: I both  
Too-loue myself, and yet myself I loathe.  
Peace-les, I Peace pursue, in civil war,  
With and against myself, I join, I iarr:  
I burn, I frieze; I fall down, I stand fast:  
Well-ill I fare; I lory, though disgraced:  
I die alive: I triumph, put to flight;  
I feed on Cares, in tears I take delight:  
My slave( base-braue) I serve; I roame at large,  
In liberty, yet lye in Gaolers Charge:  
I strike, and stroke myself: I, kindly-keen,  
Work mine own Woe, rub my Gal, rouse my Spleen.  
Oft, in my Sleep, to see rare Dreams I dream;  
Waking, mine Eye doth scarce discern a beam.  
My Minde's strange Megrim whirling to and fro,  
Now thrusts me hither, thither then doth throw.  
In diuers Factions I myself divide;  
And All I try, and fly to every Side.  
What I but now desired, I now disdain:  
What( late) I waigh'd not, now I wish again:  
To-Day, to-Morrow; This, That, Now, Anon,  
All, Nothing, crave I; ever Neuer-one.   

Dull Combatant, unready for the Field,  
Too-tardie take I( after wounds) my Shield.  
Still hurried headlong to unlawful things,  
Downe-dragging 'vice Me easily down-ward dings:  
But, sacred virtue climbs so hard and high,  
That hardly can I her steeps steps descry.   

Both Right and Wrong with me indifferent are:  
My Lust is Lawe: what I desire, I dare.  
( Is there so foul a Fault, so fond a Fact,  
Which, Folly asking fury dares not act?)  
But, Art-les, heart-les, in Religion's Cause  
( To do her Lessons, and defend her laws)  
The All-proof armor of My GOD I lose,  
Fly from my Charge, and yield it to his Foes,   

guilty of sin, Sinn's Punishment I shun,  
But not the Guilt, before th' Offence be don  
( For, How could shunning of a sin, ensue  
To be occasion of another New?)  
Oft and again at the same ston I trip,  
As if I learned, by falling, not to slip.  
alive, I perish, and myself undo;  
Mine eyes( Self-wise) Witting and Willing too.   

Sick, to myself I run for my Relief;  
So, Sicker of my physic, than my Grief:  
For, while I seek my swelting Thirst to suage,  
Another Thirst more ragingly doth rage:  
While, burnt to death, to cool me I desire;  
With Flames my Flames; with Sulphur, quench I Fire:  
While that I strive my swelling waves to stop,  
More stormily they toste above my top.  
Thus am I cured, This is my common Ease;  
My medicine still, worse than my worst Disease:  
My Sores with Sores, my wounds with wounds I heal,  
While to myself, myself I still conceal.   

O what lewd Leagues! what Truces make I still,  
With Sin, with satan, and my wanton Will!  
What slight occasions do I take to sin!  
What silly trains am I entrapped in!  
What idle Cloaks for Crimes! what Nets to hid  
Notorious sins, already long descried!  
I writ in Ice( winds witness, signed with showers)  
I will redeem my foul life former hours:  
But, soon the swinge of custom( Whirlwind-like)  
Rapting my Passion( ever Fashion-sick)  
Transports Me to the Contrary; alone,  
Faint Guard of goodness: Arm-les Champion.   

My Green sick Taste doth nothing sweeter find,  
Than what is bitter to a gracious mind:  
Egypt's fat Flesh pots I am longing-for:  
Th' eternal Manna I do even abhor.  
World's Monarch Mammon( dropsy mystical)  
Cround, round-fac'd Goddesse, coined Belial:  
Midas's Desire, the Miser's onely Trust;  
The sacred hunger of Pactolian Dust,  
Gold, Gold bewitches me, and frets accursed  
My greedy Throat with more than Dipsian Thirst.  
My mind's a Gulf whose Gaping Nought can stuff;  
My heart a Hell, that never hath enough:  
The more I haue I crave, and less content;  
In Store most poor, in Plenty Indigent.  
For, of these Gates, how-much so-ere I cram,  
It doth not stop my Mouth, but stretch the same.   

Sweet Vsurie's Incestuous Interest,  
For Dallers, Dolours hoordeth in my Chest.  
The World's slave Profit,& the Minde's Slut Pleasue  
( Insatiat Both, Both bound-less, Both past measure:  
This Cleopatra. That Sardanapale)  
For huge annoys, bring joys but short and small,   

O, Miracle! begot by heaven, in Earth  
( My mind divine. My body brute by Birth)  
O! what a Monster am I, to depaint!  
Halfe-Friend, halfe-Fiend, halfe-Sauage, half a Saint;  
high than my Fire doth my gross Earth aspire:  
My raging Flesh, my retch-lesse Force doth tyre,  
And( drunk with Worlds-Must,& deep sunk in Sleep)  
My Spirit( the Spy, that wary Watch should keep)  
betrays, alas!( Woe that I trust it so)  
My Soule's dear kingdom, to her deadly Foe.   

Through Cares Charybdis,& rough Gulfs of Grief,  
Star lar-bord run I, Sailing all my Life  
On merry-sorry Seas; my wind, my Will;  
My Ship, my Flesh; My Sense, my Pilot still.   

As in a most Seditious commonweal,  
Within my breast I feel my Best rebel:  
Against their Prince my furious People rise;  
Their Aw-less Prince dares his own Lawe despise.  
Mine Eue's an Out-law: And my struggling Twins  
jacob and Esau never can be friends.  
Such deadly Feud, such discord, such despite  
( even between Brethren) such continual fight.   

What's done in Me, Another doth, not I;  
Yet both( alas!) my Guest and Enemy:  
My mind, vn-kind( suborned by my Foe)  
Indeed, within me, but not with me Tho;  
near, yet far-off; in fleshly Lees be-soild,  
And with the World's contagious Filth defiled.   

I am too-narrow for mine own Desires;  
myself denies me, what myself requires:  
fearful I hope: carefull-secure I languish:  
Hungry too-full; Dry-Drunken; sugared Anguish;  
weary of Life, merry in Death; I suck  
Wine from the Pumice; Hony from the Rock.  
On thorns my Grapes; on garlic grows my Rose;  
From crumbs my Sums; from Flint my Fountain flows:  
In showers of tears, mine houres of Fears I mourn:  
My Looks to Brooks, my Beams to Streams I turn:  
Yet, in this Torrent of my Torments rife,  
I sink annoys, and drink the joys of Life.   

Dim light, brim night; Beams waving clowdy-cleer:  
unstable State, voided Hope, vain Help, far-neer:  
False-true persuasion, Law-less Lawfulness;  
Confused Method, Milde-wilde War-like Peace:  
Disordered Order, mournful Meriments;  
Dark Day, Wrong way, Dull double-Diligence:  
Infamous famed, known Error, Skil-less Skill:  
Mad mind, rude Reason, an unwilling Will:  
A healthy Plague, a wealthy Want, poor Treasure:  
A pleasing Torment, a Tormenting Pleasure:  
An odious love an ugly Beauty; base  
Reproachful Honour, a disgraceful Grace:  
A fruit-less fruit, A dry dis-flowred Flower:  
A feeble force, a Conquered conqueror:  
A sickly Health, dead Life, and rest-lesse Rest,  
These are the Comforts of my soul distressed.   

O! how I Like, Dis-like; Desire, disdain;  
repel, repeal; loath, and delight again!  
O! What, Whom, Whether( neither Flesh nor Fish)  
How, weary of, the same again I wish!  
I will, I nill; I nill, I will; my mind  
persuading This, my Mood to That inclined.  
My loose Affection( Proteus-like) appears  
In every form; at-once it frowns and fleeres.  
Mine ill-good Will, is vain and variable:  
My ( Hydra) Flesh, buds Heads innumerable:  
My mind's a Maze; a Labyrinth, my Reason:  
Mine Eye( false Spy) the door to Phantsies Treason:  
My rebel Sense( Self-soothing) still affects  
What it should fly; What it should ply, neglects:  
My flitting Hope, with Passions Storms is tost  
But now to heaven, anon to Hell almost:  
Concording Discord kills me; and again,  
Discording Concord doth my Life sustain.   

myself at once I both displease and please;  
Without myself, myself I fain would seize:  
For my too-much of Me, Me much annoys:  
And my Selfe's Plenty, my poor self destroys:  
Who seeks Me in Me, In Me shall not find  
Me as myself: Hermaphrodite in mind,  
I am( at once) Male, Female, Neuter: yet  
What-ere I am, I am not mine, I wet:  
I am not with myself, as I conceive:  
Wretch that I am, myself, myself deceive:  
unto myself, myself my self betray:  
I, from myself, banish myself away:  
myself agrees not with myself a jot,  
knows not myself; I haue myself forgot:  
Against myself, myself move jars unjust:  
I trust myself, and I myself distrust:  
myself I follow, and myself I fly:  
Besides myself, and in myself, am I:  
myself am not myself, another-same;  
unlike myself, and like myself I am;  
Selfe-fond, Selfe-furious: and thus, Wayward elf,  
I cannot live, with, nor with-out myself.   
FINIS.   

A Cup of Consolation for the Christian in his Conflict.  

WHy, Silly Man, sick of exceeding grief,  
What boots it Thee, uncertain of thy Life,  
Of thy Disease to make so much ado?  
Thou coward soldier, and untoward too,  
Away with fear: defy both Death and Hell:  
Meet arms with arms, and Darts with Darts repel:  
So, the first On-set, in this furious Fray,  
Shall towards heaven make thee an easy Way;  
And open wide those Gates so hardly won,  
Where Snowie-winged victory doth wunne:  
Thou must be valiant, and with Dant-less breast  
Rush through the thickest, Run vpon the best  
Of braving Foes; and on their Flight and foil,  
rear noble Trophies of triumphant spoil.  
For, This World's Prince, dark Limboe's Potentate,  
Drifts Man's Destruction, and with deadly Hate  
( Still Strife-full) labours, and by all means seeks  
To trouble All, and heaven with Hell to mix.   

Great War with it there is; great War with-out;  
With Flesh and Blood, and with the World about.  
On this Side, smiling Hope( with smoothest brow)  
False-promiseth long Peace, and Plenty too.  
On that Side, sallow fear( with fainting breath)  
Checks those proud thoughts with Threats of War& Death;  
And( weary of itself) itself distrusts,  
itself destroys, and to Confusion thrusts;  
And ignorant of it selfe's Good( yer trial)  
In jealous Rage it even betrays the loyal.   

Here, Clowd-browd Sorrow. Whirle-wind-like it hies  
Th' amated mind to toss and tyramnize:  
There, dimpled Ioy nimbly enringeth round  
Her gaudy Troops that stand vpon no ground;  
Whose brittle gloss and glory lasts and shines  
As Stubble-Fire, and Dust before the winds.   

What should I speak of all the snarefull wil●ss,  
And cunning Colours of mysterious Guiles,  
Where-with Death's Founder, and thy life dread Foe,  
improvident Man-kind doth overthrow?   

Yet, be courageous, yield not unto evil:  
Resist Beginnings, and defy the divell.  
For sure Defence amid these fell Alarms,  
Quick buckle-on these ay-victorious Arms:   

First, gird thy loins with Truth; thy bosom dress  
In the sure breastplate of pure righteousness:  
Put, on thy Head, the Helmet of salvation:  
Vpon thy Feet, shoes of the Preparation  
Of Heauen's Glad-tidings: bear vpon thine arm  
The Shield of Faith( Shot-free from every harm).  
Hell's fiery Darts repel thou with the same;  
And through it's splendour, quench their flamme with flamme  
Take in thy hand the bright two-edged-Sword  
Of GOD'S Soule-parting, Marow-piercing, Word:   

Thus complete armed from GOD's own arsenal,  
And watching duly for his aid to call,  
Thou without doubt shalt quickly overcome  
The World, the Flesh, Sin, Death,& Hell( in sum).  
And so( through CHRIST, thy Captain,& thy King)  
Of Sin, thyself, And satan triumphing,  
Thou shalt( in fine,) the Happy crown obtain.  
And in th' eternal promised kingdom reign.   
FINIS.