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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44977 ***</div>
<p class="ph2">Early English Poets.<br /><br /><br />
SIR JOHN DAVIES.<br /><br /><br /></p>
<p class="ph4">PRINTED BY ROBERT ROBERTS,<br />
BOSTON.</p>
<p class="ph2">Early English Poets.</p>
<h1>THE<br /><br />
COMPLETE POEMS<br /><br />
OF<br /><br />
SIR JOHN DAVIES.</h1>
<p class="ph4">EDITED,</p>
<p class="center">WITH</p>
<p class="ph3">Memorial-Introduction and Notes,</p>
<p class="ph4">BY THE</p>
<p class="ph2">REV. ALEXANDER B. GROSART.</p>
<div class="figcenter" style="width: 196px;">
<img src="images/logo.jpg" width="196" height="200" alt="logo" />
</div>
<p class="ph3"><i>IN TWO VOLUMES.—VOL. I.</i></p>
<p class="center">London:<br />
CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY.<br />
1876.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph4">To</p>
<p class="ph3">THE RIGHT HONOURABLE W. EWART GLADSTONE, M.P., &c., &c.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Sir</span>,</span><br />
</p>
<p>I had the honour to place in your hands the complete Poems of <span class="smcap">Sir
John Davies</span> in the Fuller Worthies' Library. In now publishing
these Poems for a wider circle of readers and students, I re-dedicate
them to you.</p>
<p>That I should have wished (and wish) to inscribe the Works of a man
famous as a prescient and practical Statesman, as a philosophic
Thinker, as an Orator, as a Lawyer, and as a Poet, to you, is
extremely natural; for in you, Sir,—in common with all Great Britain
and Europe, and America,—I recognize his equal, and England's
foremost living name, in nearly every department wherein the elder
distinguished himself; while transfiguring and ennobling all, is
your conscience-ruled and stainless Christian life. That you gave me
permission so to do, with appreciative and kindly words, adds to my
pleasure. Trusting that my fresh 'labour of love' (for which 'love of
labour' has been necessary) on this Worthy may meet your continued
approval,</p>
<p class="center">
I am, Sir,<br />
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With high regard and gratitude,</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yours faithfully and truly,</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ALEXANDER B. GROSART.</span><br />
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span><br /></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Preface" id="Preface"><i>Preface.</i></a></h2>
<p>My edition of the Complete Poems of Sir John Davies in the Fuller
Worthies' Library in 1869; since being followed up with a similarly
complete collection of his much more extensive Prose, as Volumes II.
and III. of his entire Works—met with so instant a Welcome, that very
speedily I had to return the answer of 'out of print' to numerous
applicants. Accordingly it was with no common satisfaction I agreed
to the request of the Publishers that Sir John Davies' complete Poems
should succeed Giles Fletcher's in their Early English Poets.</p>
<p>In the preparation of this new edition I have carefully re-collated
the whole of the original and early editions, with the same advantage
and for the same reasons, as in Giles Fletcher's. I have likewise been
enabled to make some interesting additions, as will appear in the
respective places.</p>
<p>I wish very cordially to re-thank various friends for their continued
helpfulness. Several I must specify: To Dr. Brinsley Nicholson I
am indebted for many suggestions, and spontaneous research towards
elucidating the Poems. I would specially thank B. H. Beedham, Esq.,
Ashfield House, Kimbolton, for not only making a transcript of the
holograph copy of the "Twelve Wonders" in Downing College Library,
Cambridge, and of the Lines to the King in All Souls' College,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span>
Oxford—both Colleges readily allowing this—but for his old-fashioned
enthusiasm and carefulness of scrutiny of every available source, far
and near. Biographical results will be utilized more fully elsewhere,
viz. in the Memorial-Introduction to be prefixed to the Prose in the
complete Works; but meantime and here I cannot sufficiently acknowledge
Mr. Beedham's kindness or my obligation to him. To Colonel Chester, of
Bermondsey, for ready and most useful help in family-Wills, &c., I am
as often deeply obliged. His Grace the Duke of Northumberland, was good
enough to allow me the leisurely use of his MS. of "Nosce Teipsum" at
Alnwick Castle. Dr. David Laing, of Edinburgh, again entrusted me his
Davies MSS. (See Note, Vol. II., p. 119.)</p>
<p>The Poetry of Sir John Davies, weighty and imperishable though it be,
bears so small a proportion to his entire works and activities in many
departments, that it would be out of keeping to give a lengthened Life
herein. Still, in the present Memorial-Introduction will be found
very much more of accurate detail than hitherto, and corrections of
long-transmitted and accepted mistakes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p>
<p>The discovery of extremely important MSS.—including State-Papers,
and official and private Letters—in H.M. Public Record Office, the
Bodleian, Oxford, the British Museum, etc., delays my completion of
the Prose Works and the full Life; but within this year it is my hope
and expectation to issue the whole to my constituents of the Fuller
Worthies' Library. <i>En passant</i>—for the sake of others it may be
stated that the complete Works (Verse and Prose: 3 vols.) will be
readily accessible in all the leading public Libraries of the Kingdom,
and of the United States.</p>
<p>I send forth this new edition of a great Poet assured that he has not
yet gathered half his destined renown:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ah! weak and foolish men are they</span>
<span class="i0">Who lightly deem of Poet's lay,</span>
<span class="i0">That turns e'en winter months to May,</span>
<span class="i2">And makes the whole year warm:</span>
<span class="i0">'Tis this that brings back Paradise,</span>
<span class="i0">Reveals its bowers by Art's device,</span>
<span class="i0">Instructs the fool, delights the wise,</span>
<span class="i2">And gives to Life its charm.</span>
<span class="i6">(<span class="smcap">Stephen Jenner.</span>)</span>
<span class="i2">ALEXANDER B. GROSART.</span>
</div></div>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>St. George's Vestry,</i></span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Blackburn, Lancashire.</i></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Contents" id="Contents"><i>Contents.</i></a></h2>
<p class="center">Those marked with [*] are herein printed for the first time, or
published for the first time among Davies' Poems.</p>
<div class="center">
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS">
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dedication</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_i">i</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Preface</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_iii">iii</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Memorial-Introduction</span>--<span class="smcap">i. Biographical</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_xi">xi</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Memorial-Introduction</span>--<span class="smcap">ii. Critical</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_lvii">lvii</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Memorial-Introduction</span>--<span class="smcap">iii. Postscript</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_cvi">cvi</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Nosce Teipsum</span><br /><a href="#Page_1">1</a>-118</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Royal Dedication</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*<span class="smcap">Dedication of a Gift-Copy (in MS.) in the possession<br />
of His Grace the Duke of Northumberland, at Alnwick Castle</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Of Humane Knowledge</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Of the Soule of Man and the Immortalitie thereof</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">What the soule is</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the soule is a thing subsisting by it selfe without the body</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the soule is more then a perfection or reflection of the sense</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the Soule is more then the Temperature of the Humors of the Body</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the Soule is a Spirit</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That it cannot be a Body</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the Soule is created immediately by God</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Erronious opinions of the Creation of Soules</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection:--That the Soule is Extraduce</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Answere to the Obiection</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reasons drawne from Nature</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reasons drawne from Diuinity</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Why the Soule is United to the Body<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>
</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In what manner the Soule is united to the Body</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">How the Soul doth exercise her Powers in the Body</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Vegetatiue or quickening Power</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The power of Sense</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Sight</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Hearing</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Taste</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Smelling</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Feeling</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Imagination or Common Sense</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Fantasie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Sensitiue Memorie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Passions of Sense</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Motion of Life</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Locall Motion</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The intellectuall Powers of the Soule</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Wit or Understanding</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason, Vnderstanding</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Opinion, Judgement</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Power of Will</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Relations betwixt Wit and Will</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Intellectuall Memorie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An Acclamation</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the Soule is Immortal, and cannot Die</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason I--Drawne from the desire of Knowledge</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason II--Drawn from the Motion of the Soule</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Soul compared to a Riuer</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason III--From Contempt of Death in the better Sort of Spirits</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason IV--From the Feare of Death in the Wicked Soules</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Reason V--From the generall Desire of Immortalitie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span>
Reason VI--From the very Doubt and Disputation of Immortalitie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">That the Soule cannot be destroyed</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Her Cause ceaseth not</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">She hath no Contrary</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Shee cannot Die for want of Food</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Violence cannot destroy her</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Time cannot destroy her</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objections against the Immortalitie of the Soule</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection I</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Answere</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection II</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Answere</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection III</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Answere</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection IV</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Answere</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Objection V</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Answere</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">The Generall Consent of All</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Three Kinds of Life answerable to the three Powers of the Soule</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">An Acclamation</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Appendix--Remarks prefixed to Nahum Tate's edition (1697) of 'Nosce Teipsum'</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Hymnes to Astraea</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of Astraea</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To Astraea</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Spring</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Moneth of May</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Larke</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Nightingale</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Rose</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To all the Princes of Europe</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span>
To Flora</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Moneth of September</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To the Sunne</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To her Picture</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Minde</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of the Sun-beames of her Mind</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Wit</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Will</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Memorie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Phantasie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of the Organs of her Minde</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of the Passions of her Heart</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of the innumerable vertues of her Minde</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Wisdome</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Justice</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Magnanimitie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of her Moderation</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">To Enuy</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Orchestra, or a Poeme of Dauncing</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dedications.--i. To his Very Friend, Ma. Rich. Martin</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dedications.--ii. To the Prince</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Orchestra, or a Poeme of Dauncing</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr>
</table></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Memorial-Introduction" id="Memorial-Introduction"><i>Memorial-Introduction.</i></a></h2>
<p class="ph3">I. BIOGRAPHICAL.</p>
<p>As in other instances, the first thing to be done in any Life of our
present Worthy, is to distinguish him from other two contemporary Sir
John Davieses—non-attention to which has in many biographical and
bibliographical works led to no little confusion. There was</p>
<p>I. Sir John Davis (or Davys or Davies) of Pangbourne, Berkshire,
who 'sleeps well' under a chalk-stone monument in the parish church
there. He was mixed up with the 'Plots' (alleged and semi-real),
of the Elizabethan-Essex period. Many of his Letters—various very
long and matterful and pathetic—are preserved at Hatfield among the
Cecil-Salisbury MSS. The Blue-Book report of the "Royal Commission on
Historical Manuscripts" (3rd, 1872), makes a strange jumble of our Sir
John and this Sir John's Letters (see Index, s. n.). He was Master
of the Ordnance 31st January, 1598, and was knighted at Dublin 12th
July, 1599. His Will is dated 6th April, 1625, and it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> proved at
London ... May, 1626. Our Sir John was appointed one of his executors.
Arms: <i>Sable</i>, a griffin, segt., <i>or.</i> He is supposed to have been of
Shropshire descent.</p>
<p>II. Sir John Davies (or Davys or Davis) Knight-Marshal of Connaught and
Thomond: temp. Elizabeth. He had large grants of lands in Roscommon.
He is now represented by the family of Clonshanville (or Loyle) in
Roscommon, who are of Shropshire descent (see Archdall's Peerage of
Ireland.) His Will is dated 14th February, 1625. He died 13th April,
1626. His Will was not proved (at Dublin) until 17th November, 1628.
Arms: Sable, on a chevron, argent, three trefoils slipped, <i>vert.</i>:
crest; a dragon's head erased, <i>vert.</i></p>
<p>According to Mr. J. Payne Collier, the following entry is found in the
register of S. Mary, Aldermanbury: "Buried Sir John Davyes, Knight, May
28, 1624." (Bibliographical Account of Early English Literature, i.,
193). If there be no mistake here, we have another contemporary Sir
John Davies. Certainly it was not ours, and as certainly neither of the
two preceding.[1] </p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span></p>
<p>The spelling of the family name, which is now Davies, varies very much.
I have found it as Dyve, Dayves, Davyes, Dauis, Davis, and Davies.
Usually our Worthy signs 'Dauyes;' but in his books changes, e.g., in
'Nosce Teipsum' of 1599, to the verse-dedication to Elizabeth, it is
'Dauies;' in 1602 'Dauys,' and in 1608 'Davis,' and so diversely in his
Prose.</p>
<p>Among the Carte Papers in the Bodleian are rough jottings by the
Historian for a Memoir of our Sir John Davies, wherein it is stated
that the family came originally from South Wales to Tisbury, Wiltshire.
The words are: "His family had continued several generations in y<sup>e</sup>
place, though descended from a family of that name in South Wales: but
planted heere in England Temp. Hen. 7: accompanying at that time y<sup>e</sup>
Earle of Pembrooke out of Wales.[2]</p>
<p>The 'estate' of the Davieses at Tisbury was named Chicksgrove
(sometimes spelled Chisgrove.) Only a small fragment of the Manor-house
remains "unto this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> day." The Tisbury parish registers, however, yield
abundant entries of the family-names under the wonted three-fold
'Baptisms,' 'Marriages,' 'Burials;' and the church itself, in tablets
and communion plate, and other memorials, possesses various evidences
of their influential position for many generations, and in many lines
of descent and local intermarriage. It must suffice here briefly to
summarize the Pedigree, and to extract the entries immediately bearing
on our present Life.</p>
<p>Confirming the Carte statement of a Welsh descent, one John Davys, of
... wyn, in Shropshire, temp. Henry VIII., recorded by Carney (1606) in
the Visitation of Dublin in Ulster Office, and according to Chalmers
settled at Tisbury, temp. Edward VI., came from Wales with the Earl
of Pembroke, and was living in 1517 and 1541.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> This John Davys
married Matilda, daughter of ... Bridemore, who was buried as "Maud,
Master Davys widow, 18 May, 1570." There was a numerous family of sons
and daughters from this union.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> We have only now to do with their
eighth,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> and youngest son, John, who was living in 1517 and 1541.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a>
He was of 'New Inn,' London; and thus, like his more famous son, was
brought up to the study of the Law. This will appear authoritatively
onward; but at this point it is needful to correct and explain a
long-continued error, originated by <span class="smcap">Anthony</span> à-<span class="smcap">Wood</span>
"Athenæ," by Dr. Bliss, Vol. ii., p. 400) apparently, viz. that the
father was "a wealthy tanner," and so Sir John, of "low extraction,"
etc., etc. I do not know that there should have been reason for shame
had the paternal Davies been a 'tanner,' wealthy or otherwise, if
otherwise he was that Christian gentleman which all reports represent.
But the matter-of-fact is that through the premature deaths of his
elder brothers, John Davyes, of Chisgrove, seems to have inherited the
family possessions and wealth, and to have been in the front rank of
the country gentry. The explanation of the mistake as to his having
been a 'tanner,' is unexpectedly found in the Will of Thomas Bennett,
brother (as we shall see) of Sir John Davies' mother. Among other
things he leaves "a certain mess, or tent, in West Hatch now (1591)
in the use of Edward Scannell, and all lands thereto belonging, [to]
be held<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span> by John Bennett my son, Thomas Rose and Nicholas Graye as
trustees to my own use for life, and after my decease to the use and
behoof" of various relatives, of whom one is described as "Edward Davys
of Tyssebury, <i>tanner</i>." This Edward Davys, tanner, was no doubt of the
Chisgrove family; and hence the confusion. In all probability he was
one of the younger sons, and so brother of our Sir John. When he came
to make his Will (now before me), though engaged in trade, he asserts
his gentility by styling himself 'gentleman.' So much in correction of
a second important biographical mistake.</p>
<p>John Davyes, of Chisgrove, was married to Mary, daughter of John
Bennett (alias Pitt) of Pitt House, Wilts., (Visitation of Wilts.,
1563) by Agnes his wife, daughter of ........ Toppe, of Fenny Sutton,
in Wilts. Hoare<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and others, give ample proof of the almost lordly
position of the Bennetts. Woolrych observes (1869) "The Bennetts of
Pyt, have been well known in our own time. The struggles of Bennet
and Astley for the representation of the county are remem<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>bered as
severe and costly."<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> Thus if Davyes of Chisgrove was of good blood
in the county, he certainly advanced himself when he wooed and won
a daughter of the house of Bennett (or Benett). They had at least
three sons. The first was Matthew, who became D.D., Vicar of Writtle,
Essex. Hoare (as before) calls him second son, and states that he died
unmarried. Both are inaccuracies. The Tisbury Register shews that
he was the eldest not the second son; and the Will of our Sir John
remembers his family.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> The second son was (probably) the Edward who
became a "tanner." He was baptized at Tisbury 6th December, 1566. He
too is named in our Sir John's Will. The third was the subject of our
Memorial-Introduction. The following is his baptismal entry from (<i>a</i>)
the paper or scroll-copy, (<i>b</i>) the parchment or extended register of
Tisbury—<i>literatim</i>:</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>(<i>a</i>) Paper MS.: 1569 Aprill xvj. John the sonne of John Dauy was
crysten'd.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span></p>
<p>(<i>b</i>) Parchment MS.: Anno dni 1569 Aprill 16 John the sonne of John
Davis bapt.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p></div>
<p>There were two sisters, Edith and Maria. Master John was in his 11th
year only when he lost his father, who died in 1580. The Carte MS.
"Notes" (as before) tell us: "his father dyed when hee was very young
and left him with his 2 brothers to his mother to bee educated. She
therefore brought them vpp all to learning." The same "Notes" state
"y<sup>t</sup> Iohn off whom we now write, being designed for a lawyer,
neglected his learning, butt being first a scholar in Winchester
Colledge, was afterwards removed to New Colledge in Oxford." According
to Chalmers (History of Oxford: I. p. 105) he became in Michaelmas term
1585, a Commoner of Queen's College, Oxford. From thence he removed
in 1587 (not 1588 as usually stated e.g. by Wood to George Chalmers
and Woolrych). The Admission Register of the Middle Temple contains
his entry, and it is interesting additionally as establishing that his
father was of the New Inn, London, and so of the legal profession:</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p class="author">
f. 193 D.<br />
Teio Die februarij A<sup>o</sup> 1587:
</p>
<p>Mr Iohes Davius filius tertius Johis Davis de Tisburie<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span> in Com Wiltes
gen de nov hospitio gen admissus est in societate medij Templi et
obligat<sup>r</sup> vna m ' m<sup>r</sup> is Lewes et Raynolde et dat p fine—xx<sup>s</sup>.<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></p></div>
<p>This 'entry' renders null all speculations as to whether by 'New
Inn' were not intended 'New Hall' Oxford, &c. &c.; and it is a third
correction of important biographical errors hitherto.</p>
<p>It is to be regretted that other Records of New Inn commence only with
the year 1674. So that we are without light on the residence in the
Middle Temple.</p>
<p>In 1590 the saddest of all human losses came on the young law-student
by the death of his mother, who was buried at Tisbury "<span class="smcap">XXV</span>th
of Marche, 1590." In this year he is again at the University of
Oxford; for in the "Fasti" (by Bliss, Vol. ii., p. 250) he is entered
under 1590 as taking the degree of Bachelor of Arts. I fear that with
the death of his lady-mother there ensued a full plunge into the
frivolities and gaities of the University and Inns of Court society.
It was a 'fast' period; and while his after-books prove conclusively
that he must have studied Law widely and laboriously, there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span> can be
little doubt that there were outbursts of youthful extravagance and
self-indulgence. None the less is it equally certain—rather is in
harmony therewith—that very early he mingled with the poets and wits
of the day. There is not a tittle of evidence warranting the ascription
of "Sir Martin Mar People his Coller of Esses Workmanly wrought by
Maister Simon Soothsaier, Goldsmith of London, and offered to sale upon
great necessity by John Davies. Imprinted at London by Richard Ihones.
1590 (4<sup>t</sup>o),"<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> to him; nor can any one really study "O Vtinam 1
For Queene Elizabeths securitie, 2 For hir Subiects prosperitie, 3
For a general conformitie, 4 And for Englands tranquilitie. Printed
at London, by R. Yardley and P. Short, for Iohn Pennie, dwelling in
Pater noster row, at the Grey hound. 1591 (16mo),"<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> and for a
moment concede his hastily alleged authorship. But in 1593 his poem of
"Orchestra, or a Poeme of Dauncing," was "licensed to Iohn Harison" the
elder. No earlier edition than that of 1596 has been proved; but the
"license" assures us that Harrison had negotiated for its publication
in 1593. The title-page of the 1596 edition is followed by a dedicatory
sonnet "To his very friend,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span> Ma. Rich. Martin." The Reader may turn
to it "an' it please" him (Vol. I. p. 159): and "thereby hangs a
tale." The dedicatory sonnet, it will be seen, while characterizing
"Orchestra" as "this dauncing Poem," this "suddaine, rash, half-capreol
of my wit," informs us that his "very friend" Martin was the "first
mouer and sole cause of it, and that he was the Poet's "owne selues
better halfe," and "deerest friend." We have the time employed on it
too:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"You know the modest Sunne full fifteene times<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blushing did rise, and blushing did descend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I in making of these ill made rimes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My golden howers unthriftily did spend:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet, if in friendship you these numbers prayse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will mispend another fifteene dayes."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>All this receives tragi-comical illumination from the fact that this
same "very friend" and "better halfe," and he who so sang of him, had
soon a deadly quarrel and estrangement. <span class="smcap">Richard Martin</span> became
Recorder of London, and one memorial of him is a Speech to the King
which, if it partakes of the oddities of Euphues, must also be allowed
to contain weighty and bravely-outspoken counsel: and thus he has come
down to posterity as a grave and potent seignior. Moreover, he became
Reader of his Society,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span> and M.P. for first Barnstaple, and later for
Cirencester. He appears, too, as the associate of Ben Jonson, John
Selden, and others of the foremost.<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p>
<p>But as a youthful law-student he was 'wild.' He fell under the lash of
the Benchers, having been expelled from the Middle Temple in February,
1591, for the part he took in a riot at the prohibited festival of the
Lord of Misrule. He was fast of tongue and ribald of wit, with a dash
of provocative sarcasm. Evidently he was one of those men who would
rather (as the saying puts it) lose his friend than his joke (however
poor the joke and rich the friend). A consideration of the whole facts
seems to show that again restored to the Middle Temple he had let loose
his probably wine-charged sarcasms at his friend Davies. Whether it
was so or not, he was ignobly punished. For against all "good manners"
not to speak of the "law" and discipline of the Court, Master Davies
came into the Hall with his hat on, armed with a dagger, and attended
by two persons with swords. Master Martin was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span> seated at dinner at the
Barristers' Table. Davies pulling a bastinado or cudgel from under his
gown, went up to his insulter and struck him repeatedly over the head.
The chastisement must have been given with a will; for the bastinado
was shivered to pieces—arguing either its softness or the head's
asinine thickness. Having "avenged" himself, Davies returned to the
bottom of the Hall, drew one of the swords belonging to his attendants,
and flourished it repeatedly over his head, turning his face towards
Martin, and then hurrying down the water-steps of the Temple, threw
himself into a boat.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> This extraordinary occurrence happened at the
close of 1597 or January of 1598. In 1595 he had been called to the
bar; but in February 1598 Davies was expelled by a unanimous sentence;
"disbarred" and deprived for ever of all authority to speak or consult
in law.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> These "outbreaks" and expulsions were familiar incidents;
and make us exclaim with Othello: "O thou invisible spirit of wine, if
thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil"—"O God, that
men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span> brains!
that we should with joy, pleasure, revel and applause, transform
ourselves into beasts" (ii. 3). This is the all-too-plain solution
of these "high jinks." It was a disaster of the most ominous kind.
Nevertheless the dark cloud that thus fell across the noon of the
full-and-hot-blooded young Barrister folded in it a "bright light:"
or—if we may fetch an illustration from Holy Scripture, as Moses the
great Lawgiver of ancient Israel through the slaying of the Egyptian
was compelled to be a fugitive in the wilderness and therein to master
his native impulsiveness and passion, so was the "offender" in the
Hall of the Middle Temple through the disgrace and penalties incurred
forced into retirement and introspection. It was a costly price to
pay. But it is to be doubted whether if the enforced return to Oxford
and the self-scrutiny and penitence that calm reflection wrought there
had not arrested him, he ever would have given our literature "Nosce
Teipsum." His great poem bears witness to very poignant self-accusation
and humiliation. Towards the close you seem to catch the echo of sobs
and the glistening of tears; nor is it "preaching" to recognize a
diviner element still—his unrest and burden alike laid on Him Who
alone can sustain and help a "wounded spirit" in its trouble. Besides
the hazardous as disastrous incident with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span> Martin, his "Epigrams"
by their <i>abandon</i> and general allusiveness reveal that he was the
associate of the "young gallants" of the city and lived "fast"; and so
give significance and interpretation to his later passionate regrets,
self-accusations and self-rebuke. How abased and yet in touches how
noble is this!</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O ignorant poor man! what dost thou beare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lockt vp within the casket of thy brest?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What iewels and what riches hast thou there!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What heauenly treasure in so weake a chest!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looke in thy soule, and thou shalt beauties find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like those which drownd Narcissus in the flood:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Honour and Pleasure both are in thy mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all that in the world is counted good.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thinke of her worth, and think that God did meane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This worthy mind should worthy things imbrace;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Blast not her beauties with thy thoughts vnclean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor her dishonour with thy passions base:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kill not her quickning powers with surfettings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mar not her sense with sensualitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cast not her serious wit on idle things:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make not her free-will, slaue to vanitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when thou think'st of her eternitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke not that death against her nature is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke it a birth; and when thou goest to die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to blisse.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="left" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Take heed of over-weening, and compare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's traine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Study the best and highest things that are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of thyselfe an humble thought retaine."<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>"Expelled" and "disbarred," he retired to Oxford and there "followed
his studies, although he wore a cloak." (Wood's <i>Athenæ</i>, as before,
ii. 401). To lighten severer studies he now leisurely composed that
"Nosce Teipsum" from which has just been quoted the remarkable close.
His vein must have been a "flowing" one; for it was published within
a year of his disgrace, viz. in 1599.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> It was dedicated to the
"great Queen;" without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span> the all-too-common contemporary hyperbole of
laudation, yet showing the strange magnetism of her influence to win
allegiance from the greatest, even in her old age:—</p>
<p class="center">
"Loadstone to hearts and loadstone to all eyes."
</p>
<p>The Carte "Notes" (as before) thus tell the whole story and ratify
Anthony-a-Wood:—"Vpon a quarrell between him and Mr. Martin before
y<sup>e</sup> Judges, where he strooke Mr. Martin hee was confined and made a
prisoner: after w<sup>ch</sup> in discontentment he retired to y<sup>e</sup> countrye,
and writt y<sup>t</sup> excellent poeme of his Nosce Teipsum, w<sup>ch</sup> was so
well aprooved of by the Lord Mountioy after Lord Deputy of Ireland and
Earle of Devonshire, that by his aduise he publisht it and dedicated
it to Queen Elizabeth, to whom hee presented it, being introduced by
y<sup>e</sup> aforesaide Lord his pattron, and y<sup>e</sup> first essay of his pen
was so well relisht y<sup>t</sup> y<sup>e</sup> Queen encouraged him in his studdys,
promising him prefer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span>ment, and had him sworn her servant in ordinary."
"Nosce Teipsum" was not his "first essay" so that perchance the meaning
is that its verse-dedication was his "first essay" in addressing the
Queen—his second being the Hymns to Astræa. The "Hymns to Astræa"
appeared in quick succession to "Nosce Teipsum" in the same year 1599.
They are dainty trifles; but from all we know of Elizabeth would be
received as "sweet incense." If they seem to us to-day flattering not
to say adulatory, it must be remembered that such was the <i>mode</i>. Much
later, Epistles-dedicatory from Bacon and others of the mighties,
and not to Elizabeth but to James—are infinitely fulsome compared
with the ideal praises of an ideal Elizabeth—that Elizabeth who had
stirred the nation's pulses through her great patriotic words when
"The Armada" threatened—in the most superlative of these "Hymnes."
Their workmanship is as of diamond-facets. The "bright light" of
olden promise was now "lining" the dark cloud. The discipline of
his retirement to Oxford did him life-long good. Speedily outward
events dove-tailed with the deepened ethical experience and resultant
character.</p>
<p>For despair and disgrace there came hope and help. For a career
that seemed arrested, a higher, and wider, and nobler opened out in
inspiriting perspective. In<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span> 1599-1600 he was in all men's mouths as a
Poet. The "Poetical Rhapsody" of Davison of these years would have been
rendered incomplete without contributions from "I. D.;" and so there
went to it those Minor Poems, that are read still with pleasure. So
early as 1595 George Chapman had printed his "Ovid's Banquet of Sence,"
with lines from "I. D." More important still, "Secretary Cecil" became
his friend and patron. "<i>By desire</i>" he prepared certain dialogues and
scenes for entertainments to the Queen. Three of these remain. The
first is "A Dialogue between a Gentleman Usher and a Poet."<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> The
second is "A Contention betwixt a Wife, a Widdow, and a Maide."<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a>
The third is "A Lottery: presented (as the heading states) before
the late Queene's Maiesty at the Lord Chancelor's House, 1601."<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a>
These indicate that the recluse of Oxford was once more restored to
society, and that the supremest. The favour of the aged Queen was
capricious; but the "Lottery" that formed part of the entertainment
at the Lord Chancellor's marked the turning of the tide, in flood not
ebb. Through Elles<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxx" id="Page_xxx">[Pg xxx]</a></span>mere steps were taken to cancel the "expulsion" and
"disbarring." He addressed a respectful and manly Petition to "his
Society." It was considered at a "Parliament of the Society, held on
the 30th October 1601." He had "presented" it in Trinity Term; but it
was adjourned until now. In the interval he had attended "the Commons"
and in November after making the admission and satisfaction required by
four Benches, it was unanimously agreed that he should be "restored to
his position at the bar and his seniority." He publicly pronounced his
"repentance" in due form on the feast of All Saints. This was done in
the Hall in the presence of Chief Iustice Popham, Chief Baron Periam,
Judge Fenner, Baron Savil, Sergeant Harris, Sergeant Williams, and the
Masters of the Bench." The legal or ceremonial part being completed,
and the Apology read in English, Davies turned to "Mr. Martin," then
present, and as he could offer no sufficient satisfaction to him,
entreated his forgiveness, promising sincere love and affection in all
good offices towards him for the future." "Mr. Martin" accepted the
tender thus made, and the re-instatement was completed.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> That the
reconciliation between Davies and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxi" id="Page_xxxi">[Pg xxxi]</a></span> Martin was formal rather than real
has been too hastily assumed. True, that when in 1622 Davies collected
his Poems, the Sonnet to Martin was withdrawn and a <i>hiatus</i> left
towards the close of "Orchestra." But both these things are otherwise
explainable. Both Elizabeth and Martin were now dead—the latter in
1618. Besides, it was only natural that the living friend should be
willing to remove all memory of the quarrel. The name should only
have revived it. This, and not a many-yeared carrying of an unclosed
wound is my judgment in charity. The restored 'Barrister' never forgot
his indebtedness to the Lord Chancellor. His dedication of his great
"Reports" of Irish Law Cases and their correspondence remain to attest
this—remain too to attest the reciprocal admiration, if a tenderer
word were not fitter, of Ellesmere.<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> His words in the 'Reports'
dedication are more than respectful.</p>
<p>It would appear from the MS. dedication of a corrected MS. of "Nosce
Teipsum" to "the right noble, valorous, and learned Prince Henry, Earle
of Northumberland" that he must have joined in the intercession for
restoration, e.g.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Then to what spirit shall I these noates commend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But unto that which doth them best expresse;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxii" id="Page_xxxii">[Pg xxxii]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who will to them more kind protection lend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than Hee which did protect me in distresse."<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Contemporaneous with his full Restoration to his privileges at the
Bar, the student-lawyer—through influence that has not come down to
us—found his way into Parliament as M.P. for Corfe Castle. The House
'sat' for "barely two months"—October 27th to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiii" id="Page_xxxiii">[Pg xxxiii]</a></span> December 29th" (1601).
It was the last Parliament of Elizabeth. The records of it are meagre
and unsatisfying, but sufficient is preserved to inform us that untried
and inexperienced in Parliament as he was, the member for Corfe Castle
at once came to the front. A long-continued warfare on the part of
the Commons against monopolies found in him a vehement defender of
the privileges of the House. The wary Queen, who always knew when to
give way, withdrew certain "patents" that had been granted and led to
grievous abuses; and Davies was appointed one of the "Grand Committee"
to thank her Majesty<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a>. He had spoken stoutly for procedure by "bill"
and not by "petition." Richard Martin supported the monopolies.</p>
<p>In 1602 a second edition "newly corrected and amended" of "Nosce
Teipsum" appeared. Still prefixed to it—and to his honour continued in
the third edition of 1608 when she was gone—was the verse-dedication
to the Queen. But it was now "the beginning of the end" with her.
Somewhat cloudily and thundrously<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiv" id="Page_xxxiv">[Pg xxxiv]</a></span> was the great orb westering. She
died on 24th March 1603. It argues that Davies had advanced in various
ways that he accompanied Lord Hunsdon to Scotland when that nobleman
went with the formal announcement of James' accession to the throne. A
pleasant anecdote has survived that when "in the presence" Lord Hunsdon
announced John Davies, the King—who if a fool was a learned one and
capable of discerning genius—straightway asked "whether he were 'Nosce
Teipsum'" and on finding he was its author, "embraced him and conceived
a considerable liking for him."<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> That his position was regarded as a
potential one with the new King is incidentally confirmed by letters to
him from no less than Bacon, who addressing him in Scotland sought his
good influences in his behalf, using in one a sphinx-like expression
of "concealed poets" that it is a marvel Delia Bacon did not lay hold
of to buttress her egregious argument on the Baconian authorship of
Shakespeare's Plays.</p>
<p>Accompanying the King southward, Davies held his own at the English
court. The royal 'liking' grew: and the royal brain—small no doubt yet
alert and in a sense animated with patriotic feeling—was in earnest
study of what has till to-day proved England's difficulty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxv" id="Page_xxxv">[Pg xxxv]</a></span>—Ireland.
Mountjoy (later Earl of Devonshire and husband of Sidney's
"Stella"<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a>) was sent as Lord-Deputy, and Davies accompanied him as
Solicitor-General for Ireland, for which office the "patent" is dated
25th November, 1603. Immediately almost on his arrival at Dublin, viz.
on 18th December, 1603, he was knighted. The date hitherto given has
been "at Theobald's 11th February 1607," but the records of the Ulster
King of Arms make it certain that the knighthood was conferred on 18th
December, 1603. On the same occasion his "crest" is described as "On a
mount <i>vert</i>, a Pegasus, <i>or</i>, winged, gules."<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></p>
<p>I know no more noble story than the Work of Sir John Davies in and
for Ireland. Our collection of his Prose Works, wherein his State
Papers and Correspondence will appear <i>in extenso</i>—from H. M. Public
Record Office and other sources—will make it clear as day that
beyond all comparison he was the foremost man in the Government.
With the sheer hard toil of humblest attorney slaving for his daily
bread, there was a breadth of view, a self-denying resoluteness of
pur<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvi" id="Page_xxxvi">[Pg xxxvi]</a></span>pose to benefit his adopted country, a prescience of outlook
into the future combined with fearless and magnanimous dealing with
contemporary problems, a high-hearted resistance in the face of
manifold temptations to slacken effort, and a fecundity of resource
and fulness of knowledge and vigilance of observation, that ought to
be written on a white page of our national history. It is scarcely
possible to exaggerate the consuming labours and the actual and solid
results of Davies' almost ubiquitory activities in Ireland. In my full
Life of him I hope to make good to the uttermost this high praise.
Here and now a few outward facts alone can be stated. In 1606, by
patents dated successively 29th May, 1606, and 29th May, 1609,<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> he
was promoted to be Attorney-General for Ireland, and was also created
Sergeant-at-Arms.<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> He went as "Judge of Assize." His Reports
and State Papers, and "Pleadings" and Letters, from 1603 onward,
demonstrate how firm was his grasp of circumstance, and how statesmanly
he marked out his plans, while his forensic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvii" id="Page_xxxvii">[Pg xxxvii]</a></span> appearances astonish with
the omniverousness of his legal reading and knowledge of precedents.
Throughout he was 'backed' and cheered by his superiors in Ireland and
by the King and his ministers. So early as 9th September, 1604, the
Lord Chancellor thus wrote to Davies:—</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Y<sup>r</sup> lett<sup>r</sup> written at Cavan the |13 of Julij Last I receyude
the 28 of August. I am gladde to heare of yo<sup>r</sup> [illegible] & wysh
yo<sup>r</sup> seruice & successe therein may be aunswerable to yo<sup>r</sup> owne
expectations & best hopes. You maye haue comfort that you serue so
gracious a soueraigne, so religious & replete w<sup>th</sup> all Royall
virtues, and so redy & wyllinge to acknowledge & remunerate the
services & dueties of his meanest servantes farre beyonde their
desertes. I doubt not but yo<sup>r</sup> diligence & care will be such as
wyll be very acceptable to his Ma<sup>tie</sup>. In the Discourse w<sup>ch</sup> you
haue sent me, I fynde not only a very lovinge respcte w<sup>ch</sup> you have
towardes me (for w<sup>ch</sup> I owe you heartie thankes). But also a very
wyse & judicious obseruacon of the state of this wasted kingdome & the
condicon of the people. God staye his hande from further afflictinge
them. They haue alreadye fealte the scourge of Warre & oppresion & now
are vnder the grevous scourge of famine & pestilence. God gyue them
his grace and make them imprest as true Christians ought. To become
truly Religious towarde God, Loyall and faythfull to their Soueraigne,
constantly obedient to his lawes & to the effecting thereof. I euer
wysh & praye that they may haue religious virtuous & godly magistrates
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxviii" id="Page_xxxviii">[Pg xxxviii]</a></span>sette ouer them. To yo<sup>r</sup> selfe I wish all happines, and wherein
you shall haue occasion to vse mee, you shall alwayes finde me redy &
wyllinge to stande you in the best stede I can. And so w<sup>th</sup> my very
swete comendacons I comitt you to the Almightye. And rest yo<sup>r</sup> very
assured Loving frende</p>
<p class="author">
<span class="smcap">T. Ellesmere</span>, Canc.
</p>
<p>
<span class="inset">At[torn]feile<br />
9 Septembris 1604.</span>
</p>
<p>To the right wo<sup>r</sup> my very Loving frende, Sr. John Davis Knight, his
Ma<sup>ties</sup> Solict. generall in his Realme of Ireland.<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a></p></div>
<p>A few years later—1608—one Letter in full—like all our MSS.,
now for the first time printed,—from the Lord Deputy—the noble
Chichester—must suffice as a specimen of many kindred.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Noble Mr. Attornie,</p>
<p>Since your departure hence I haue received two ioynt letters from you,
and Sr. James Ley, and one from your selfe alone, for w<sup>ch</sup> I am not
your debter vnlesse it be in the matter, w<sup>ch</sup> I confesse bringes
more life w<sup>th</sup> it comming freshe out of the stoorehouse of neewes
and noveltie, for I have written as manie and more vnto you both.</p>
<p>Albeyt I expect you w<sup>th</sup> the first passage (for so the lordes haue
promised by their letters) yet can I not leaue you vnremembred,
assuringe you thoe you have greater friendes, none respects you better
then my selfe, nor can be more readie to make demonstration therof
accordinge to the meanes I haue. I praye bringe w<sup>th</sup> you the lordes
directions for Sr. Neale Odonnell, and the rest of the prisoners.
Sr. Neale<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxix" id="Page_xxxix">[Pg xxxix]</a></span> and Ocatiance [O'Sullivan?] had contriued their escape
and woulde haue as desperately attempted it, had I not preuented it
within these sixe nightes by a discoverie made vnto me, albeyt I keep
20 men euerie neight for the guarde of the Castle ouer and aboue the
warde of the same, whereof two or three lye in each of their chambers.
Their horses were come to the towne, and all thinges else in readines.
Sure these men doe goe beyond all nations in the worlde for desperate
escapes, Shane Granie Ocarratan [O'Sullivan?] after he was acquited
of three indictments, and as most men conceiued free from all danger
of the lawe, did on fridaye the 27th of Januarie cast himselfe out of
a wyndow in the topp of the Castle by the heelpe of a peece of rotten
match, and his mantell w<sup>ch</sup> brake before he was halfe waye downe,
and thoe he were presently discovered yet he escaped about supper tyme.</p>
<p>When I had written thus far worde was brought me that a passadge
[<i>sic</i>] was come from Hollyheade w<sup>ch</sup> made me to pause for a tyme
hopinge you or some other w<sup>th</sup> letters, or other directions, was
arriued, but beinge advertised that the Recorder of this Cyttie only
w<sup>th</sup> a fewe other passengers had in this fayre weather wrought out a
passage by longe lyeinge att sea, although the wyndes were contrarie,
and that they came from London before Christmas and had no written
letters or message but in theise particulars, I fell to you againe.</p>
<p>And do now praye you to geue your best assystance and furtherance to
such matters tuchinge my perticulare as John Strowd or Annesley shall
acquaint you w<sup>th</sup> all, for w<sup>ch</sup> you shall finde me verie thankfull
vnto you.</p>
<p>I haue written to the lordes in the behalfe of the howse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xl" id="Page_xl">[Pg xl]</a></span> servitors
here, that they maye be remembered vpon the deuysion and plantation of
the scheated lands in Ulster. I am discreadited amonge them if they
should be forgotten, and sure the plantation woulde be weake w<sup>th</sup>
out them, for they must be the pyllers to support it. Those that
shall come from thence wyll not affect it in that kynde as these do,
to make it a settlement for them and theirs; and in respect of their
wourthier deserts and paynfull labors, and that I haue vpon my promise
to speake effectually for them preuayled so farre as to staye them
from resortinge thither, w<sup>ch</sup> they woulde doe in great multitudes
if I woulde haue given way to their desire. I wysh that an honorable
consideration maye be had of them before the diuision be concluded.
I knowe that worke is of great moment and on it dependes much of the
prosperitie, and good estate of the whole kingdome. I haue sayd enough
to one that vnderstandes so well: And so beinge called vpon sooner
then I expected I must end w<sup>th</sup> the page, but wyll euer be found</p>
<p class="center">
Your trewe affected friend</p>
<p class="author"><span class="smcap">Arthur Chichester</span>.
</p>
<p>
<span class="inset">Att Dublyn Castle the 7th of<br />
februarie 1608.<br /></span>
</p>
<p>I send here w<sup>th</sup> the proceedinge of the Court of Kinges bench in
the cause of the Carrolans w<sup>ch</sup> was violently prosecuted by the l.
of Howth. I send them by reason it is thought by the Judges that the
Baron will exclaime of their proceedinges here.</p>
<p>To my verie wourthie friend Sr John Davis Knight his</p>
<p>
Ma<sup>ties</sup> Attornie in the Realme of Irelande.<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a><br />
</p></div>
<p>Two short letters from Bacon—not before printed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xli" id="Page_xli">[Pg xli]</a></span> having escaped
even Mr. Spedding's Argus-eyes—in the same Carte MSS.—show Davies's
pleasant relations with his great contemporary. They are as follow:—</p>
<p class="center">(I. Carte MS. Vol. 62, ff. 317-18.)</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Good Sr Jh. Davies yo<sup>r</sup> mistaking shall not be imputed to you (for
the difference is not much). Yo<sup>r</sup> gratulacons for my marrige I take
kyndly. And as I was all waies delighted w<sup>th</sup> the fruites of yo<sup>r</sup>
[illegible] so I would be gladde of yo<sup>r</sup> [illegible] so as you plant
not yo<sup>r</sup> self to[o] farre of[f]. For I had rather you should be a
laborer than a plant in that State. You giue me no occasion to wryte
longer in that you impart not by yo<sup>r</sup> l<sup>rs</sup> any occurrence of
y<sup>rs</sup>. And so w<sup>th</sup> my very lov<sup>g</sup> consid<sup>n</sup> towards you</p>
<p class="center">
I remayne<br />
Yo<sup>r</sup> assured friend<br />
<span class="smcap">Fr. Bacon</span>.<br />
</p>
<p>
from Graies Inn,<br />
<span class="inset">this 26th of Dec. 1606.</span>
</p>
<p>To my very good Frend Sr Jh. Davis Knt Attorny g'rall to his M. in
Ireland.</p></div>
<p class="center">
(II. Ibid ff, 328-9.)
</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Mr. Atturny,</p>
<p>I thanke you for yo<sup>r</sup> l<sup>re</sup> and the discourse you sent of this mere
accident, as thinges then appeared. I see manifestly the begynnyng of
better or woorse. But me thinketh it is first a tender of the better,
and woorse foloweth but vpon refusall or default. I would haue been
gladd to see you hear, but I hope occasion restreineth o<sup>r</sup> meeting
for a vacation when we may haue more fruite of conference. To requite
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlii" id="Page_xlii">[Pg xlii]</a></span>yo<sup>r</sup> proclamacon (w<sup>ch</sup> in my judgment is wysely and seriously
penned) I send you [illegible] w<sup>h</sup> [illegible] w<sup>ch</sup> happened to be
in my hands when y<sup>os</sup> came.</p>
<p>I would be gladde to hear oft from you and to be advertized how
[illegible] passe whereby to haue some occasion to thinke some good
thoughts though I can doe lyttell. At least it wilbe a contynuance in
exercise of o<sup>r</sup> frendshippe w<sup>ch</sup> on my part remayneth increased by
that I hear of yo<sup>r</sup> service and the good respects I find towards my
self. And so in extreme hast I remayne</p>
<p class="center">
Yo<sup>r</sup> very [illegible] frend<br />
<span class="smcap">Fr. Bacon</span>.<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="inset">from Graies Inn this<br />
23th of Oct. 1607.<br /></span>
</p>
<p>
To the R. W. his verie Lovinge frende Sr Iohn Dauys<br />
Knight, his Ma<sup>ties</sup> Atturnye in Irelande.<br />
</p></div>
<p>During one of his 'circuits' in Ireland, he met Eleanor, daughter
of Lord Audley (afterwards Earl of Castlehaven) and was married to
her—though the date has not been traced. Her later years were darkened
with insanity of a strangely voluble type. It is to be feared she was
an ill "help-meet" for her husband. There is pathos, if also inevitable
comedy, in her career—not here to be entered on.<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></p>
<p>While intensely occupied with his official duties, Sir John Davies did
not neglect his literary gift. He was making history every year—so
fundamental and per<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xliii" id="Page_xliii">[Pg xliii]</a></span>manent was the part he filled in Ireland—but the
Past was gone back on that he might fetch from it monition for the
Present, and hope for the Future. His imperishable book: "A Discourse
of the true reasons why Ireland has neuer been entirely subdued till
the beginning of His Majesty's reign," (4to)<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> will reward the most
prolonged study to-day. It was published in 1612. In the same year
he was made King's Sergeant and also elected M.P. for Fermanagh,
being the first representative for that county in the Irish House of
Parliament. He was likewise chosen to be Speaker of the House; but not
without a characteristically violent struggle between the Catholics
and Protestants.<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> He delivered a notable speech "to the House" on
its opening in 1613.<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> In 1614 he appears in the House of Commons in
England as M.P. for Newcastle-under-Lyne:<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> and his attendance in
England was preparatory to final retirement from Ireland. "Grants of
lands" there from the "forfeitures,"—which, if ever any righteously
acquired, he did<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a>—gave him a special interest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xliv" id="Page_xliv">[Pg xliv]</a></span> in Ireland as a
proprietor; but after all, for such a man, at such a time, to be
limited to Ireland, was but a splendid exile. It is not, therefore, to
be wondered at that having practically achieved all, and more than all,
he had been given to do, or himself originated, he sought to return.
It is usually stated (e.g. Chalmers, Woolrych, &c., &c.) that he so
returned in 1616; but it was not until 1619 that he did so finally and
absolutely; for in a letter under date "21 June, 1619," to Buckingham,
he is found still only pleading for retirement and for the transference
of his office to a relative.<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> It is one of the treasures of the
Fortescue MSS, in the Bodleian,<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> and is as follows:</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p><span class="inset">My most honored Lord,</span></p>
<p>I præsent my most humble Thanks to y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup> for præsenting mee
to his Ma<sup>ty</sup> the last Day, at Wansted; & for y<sup>r</sup> noble favour
in furthering the suit I then made, as well for mine owne stay in
England, as for my recommending a fitt man to my place of service in
Ireland.</p>
<p>The Gentleman to whom I wish this place now, is much obliged to y<sup>r</sup>
L<sup>p</sup> already, & well worthy of y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>ps</sup> favours, & besides his
owne worthines (hee being a Reader & Judge of a circuit, of w<sup>ch</sup>
degree & quality never any before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlv" id="Page_xlv">[Pg xlv]</a></span> was sent out of England to supply
that place), hee is of neere alliance vnto mee. So as, where there
is concurrence of meritt & kinred, y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup> may conjecture that I
deale w<sup>th</sup> him like a gentleman & a friend, & not like a marchent.
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlvi" id="Page_xlvi">[Pg xlvi]</a></span>Albeit I wi<sup>ll</sup> leave a good place there, w<sup>th</sup>out any præsent
præferment heer (whereof none of my profession have failed at their
return out of Ireland) I might, perhaps w<sup>th</sup> some reason expect
some Retribution, to recompence the charge of Transporting my famely
from thence, & of setling it heer in this Kingdome, where I am become
almost an Alien by reason of my long absence.</p>
<p>For this particular favour of transferring my place to so well
deserving a successor, I doo wholly depend vppon y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup> as I
shall euer doo vpon all other occasions, while I live, as one that
have separated my self from all other dependancies, beeing entirely
devoted to doo y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup> all humble & faythful service</p>
<p class="center">
Jo: Dauys.
</p>
<p><span class="inset">21 Junij 1619.</span></p>
<p>if my long service may induce favour, y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup> may bee pleased to
looke vppon the noate enclosed.</p>
<p class="center">
To the right honorable my very good lord<br />
<span class="inset">my lord the Marques of Buckingham, &c</span>.
</p></div>
<p>It is to be regretted that the "noate" of the postscript has not been
preserved. It probably enumerated his public services.</p>
<p>Sir William Ryves succeeded as Attorney-General for Ireland by Patent
dated 30th October, 1619.<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> From 1619 onward, Sir John Davies is
found in the House of Commons (still for Newcastle-under-Lyne)<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlvii" id="Page_xlvii">[Pg xlvii]</a></span> and "on
circuit" as a Judge. His "Charges"—to be given in his Prose Works—as
"one of the Justices of Assize for the Northerne Circute"—are very
characteristic, being full of legal 'precedents,' and noticeable in
their tracing up the verdict sought to abiding principles. He took
part in the memorable "case" of Frances, Countess of Somerset, for the
poison-murder of Sir Thomas Overbury. In the House of Commons he spoke
seldom; but when anything that concerned Irish interests came up he
never failed to contend in behalf of Ireland.<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a></p>
<p>Lightening his legal employments were a large correspondence and
'fellowship' with his most eminent contemporaries, and the collection
of his Poetical Works, in so far as he wished them to go down to
posterity. Of the former I select one undated letter to the illustrious
Sir Robert Cotton, with whom he had been early acquainted, and
associated in 1614, in re-establishing the Society of Antiquaries,
originally founded in 1590. One of these is a sprightly and pleasant
letter, and all the more welcome that most of his correspondence that
remains is official and grave. The lighter letter is as follows, from
MSS. Cotton: Julius C. III., p. 14: now paged 133, British Museum:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlviii" id="Page_xlviii">[Pg xlviii]</a></span></p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Sweet Robin, for a few sweet words, a client of mine hath presented me
w<sup>th</sup> sweet meates, to what end I know not except it be, as Chaucer
speakes,</p>
<p>To make mine English sweet uppon my tongue, that I may pleade the
better for him to morrow at the Seale.</p>
<p>Not w<sup>th</sup> standing, the best vse that I can make of it, is to
preesent you w<sup>th</sup> it, especially at this time when you ar in
Physick, that you may sweeten your tast after the Rhewbarb. I have
been a little distracted w<sup>th</sup> vnexpected busines these two or three
last dayes, that I cold not performe my officious promise to visit
you in this voluntary sicknes of yours; but [erased] now I am faine
to make my hands to excuse my feet from travayling vnto you, because
being the servant of the multitude I am not mine owne man. Make much
of your self, & make y<sup>r</sup> self speedily well, that I may have your
company towards Cambridge, from whence I will go w<sup>th</sup> you to see the
ancient Seat of Robt. le Bruis; so wishing you a prosperous operation
of your Phisick, at least that you may Imagine so, for it is the
Imagination that doth good, & not the Physick, w<sup>ch</sup> I ever thought a
meere imposture; I cease to troble you least the intention of to much
Reading hinder the working of those vertuous drugs.</p>
<p class="center">
Y<sup>rs</sup> all & ever<br />
<span class="inset">J. Dauis.</span><br />
</p>
<p>
(Endorsed) To my worthy friend<br />
Rob: Cotton esquier.
</p></div>
<p>A second letter runs thus, from MSS. Cotton: Julius C. III., p. 32:—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlix" id="Page_xlix">[Pg xlix]</a></span></p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Noble S<sup>r</sup> Robert: the ordinary subject of letters is, newes, whereof
this kingdome since the warres, hath been very barren; therefore I
must write vnto you that w<sup>ch</sup> is no newes, that is, that I love you,
& hold a kind & dear memory of you.</p>
<p>according to my promise to y<sup>r</sup> self & Mr. Solliciter of England
who is now, I hear, a Judge, I have caused this bearer to draw some
Mapps of o<sup>r</sup> principal Cittyes of Ireland; & he having occasion to
go for England, I have thought fitt to direct him vnto you. he is an
honest ingenuous yong mā & of y<sup>r</sup> owne Name. I hear not yet of
y<sup>e</sup> Antiquities out of Cumberland; if they be brought hither I will
take care to transmitt thā to London, & so in speciall hast, being
ready to go my circuit ov<sup>r</sup> all Munster I leave you to y<sup>e</sup> divine
p'servation.</p>
<p class="center">
Y<sup>s</sup> to do you Service,<br />
<span class="inset4">Io: Dauys.</span>
</p>
<p>
Dublin 4 Martij 1607.<br />
<span class="inset">I desire to be affectionately remembred to Mr.</span><br />
<span class="inset4">Justice Doddridge & Mr. Clarencieux.</span>
</p></div>
<p>His Poems, as finally collected by him, appeared in a thin octavo
in 1622. His Prose Works he never collected, but allowed them to be
re-published separately. His "True Cause" passed through several
editions during his own life-time. One of his most important
prose-books after the "True Cause" brings us to the closing event
of his busy and various-coloured life.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_l" id="Page_l">[Pg l]</a></span> It is entitled in the first
issue, which was posthumous<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a>—"The Question concerning Impositions,
Tonnage, Poundage, Prizage, Customs, &c. Fully stated and argued, from
Reason, Law, and Policy. Dedicated to King James in the latter end of
his Reign." (1656.)</p>
<p>This historically-memorable treatise has already been reproduced in the
Prose Works.<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> Elsewhere I examine it critically.<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> It must suffice
here to state that later the King (Charles I.), having an impoverished
exchequer, had recourse to forced loans of various amounts. Hating the
control of Parliament, he persisted in substituting his will for law,
his "proclamation" for statute. Feeling the treacherousness of his
standing-ground of prerogative, the Judges were applied to, and with
loyalty to the monarch rather than to their country, they somewhat
favoured the King's 'demands.' Charles deemed their "opinion" to have
a somewhat "uncertain sound," and presented to the Judges a paper for
their signature, recognising the legality of the collection. This was
refused. One of the victims of the sovereign's wrath was Chief-Justice
Crew, who was "discharged" on the 9th of November, 1626 (Foss's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_li" id="Page_li">[Pg li]</a></span>
Judges, vi., p. 291). Sir John Davies was appointed as his successor;
and one cannot help recognising that the opinions revealed in his "Jus
Imponendi" contributed to the succession. For one, I should rather
have found Sir John Davies on the other side, spite of his great array
of "precedents" and ingenious applications to the then circumstances
and exigencies, and necessarily ignorant of the lengths Charles as
distinguished from James, was to proceed. Technically, there had been
"precedents" no doubt; but long "use and wont" had rendered so-called
regal rights obsolete, and it was insanity to revive them, as Charles
I.,—who inherited James's high notions of regal authority,—found out
when too late. But, passing to Davies, the "lean fellow" called Death
was nearer the Knight than was the Chief-Justiceship. Purple and ermine
robes were actually bought, but they were not to be donned. He had told
a Mr. Mead that he was at supper with the Lord Keeper on the 7th of
December,<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> and that he fully expected the great promotion. The air
was thick with "reports" to the same effect. He was found dead in his
bed on the morning of the 8th December, cut down, it has been supposed,
by apoplexy. Three days<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lii" id="Page_lii">[Pg lii]</a></span> after, he was interred in S. Martin's Church,
London. Later a double inscription for himself and his widow (who was
re-married to Sir Archibald Douglas,) long hung on the third pillar,
near the grave. The original Latin, with our translation, are as
follow:<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a>—</p>
<p class="ph4">D. O. M. S.</p>
<p class="center">
Johannes Davys Equestris ordinis quondam Attornati<br />
Regii Generalis amplissima prudentiâ in regno<br />
Hyberniæ functus, inde in patriam revocatus<br />
inter servientes Domini Regis ad Legem primum<br />
Locum obtinuit; post varia in utrone munere præ<br />
clare gesta ad ampliora jam designatus, repente<br />
spem suorum destituit suam implevit ab humanis<br />
honoribus ad cœlestem gloriam evocatus<br />
Ætatis anno 57.o<br />
Vir ingenio compto, rarâ facundiâ<br />
Oratione cum solutâ tum numeris restrictâ<br />
Felicissimus.<br />
Juridicam severitatem morum elegantiâ et ameniore eruditione temperavit.<br />
Iudex incorruptus; Patronus fidus<br />
Ingenuæ pietatis amore et anxiæ superstitionis contemptu<br />
Iuxta insignis.<br />
Plebeiarum animarum in religionis negotio<br />
Pervicacem μἱκροψυχιαν ex edito despiciebet<br />
Fastidium leniente miseratione.<br />
Ipse magnanimè probus, religiosus, liber, et cœlo admotus<br />
Uxorem habuit Dominam Eleanoram Honoratissimi<br />
Comitis de Castlehaven Baronis Audley filiam<br />
Unicam ex eâ prolem superstitem hæredem reliquit<br />
Luciam illustrissimo Ferdinando Baroni<br />
Hastings Huntingdoniæ Comiti nuptam.<br />
Diem Supremam obiit 8o idus Decembris<br />
Anno Domini 1626.<br />
Apud nos exemplum relinquens, hic resurrectionem justorum expectat.<br />
Accubat dignissimo marito incomparabilis uxor<br />
Quæ illustre genus<br />
Et generi pares animos<br />
Christianâ mansuetudine temperavit<br />
Erudita super sexum<br />
Mitis infra sortem<br />
Plurimis Major<br />
Quia humilior<br />
In eximiâ formâ sublime ingenium<br />
In venustâ comitate singularem modestiam<br />
In femineo corpore viriles animos<br />
In rebus adversissimis serenam mentem<br />
In impio sæculo pietatem et rectitudinem inconcussam<br />
Possedit.<br />
Non illi robustam animam aut res lauta laxavit, aut<br />
Angusta contraxit, sed utramque sortem pari vultu<br />
Animoque non excepit modo sed rexit<br />
Quippe Dei plena cui plenitudini<br />
Mundus nec benignus addere<br />
Nec malignus detrahere potuisset<br />
Satis Deum jamdudum spirans et sursum aspirans sui<br />
Ante et Reip. fati præsaga, salutisque æternæ certissima<br />
Ingente latoque ardore in Servatoris dilectissimi sinum<br />
Ipsius sanguine lotam animam efflavit<br />
Rebus humanis exempta immortalitatem induit<br />
III. Non. Quintilis Anno Salutis 1652.<br />
Ps. 16. 9.<br />
Etiam caro mea habitat securè quà non es<br />
Derelicturus animam meam in sepulchro.</p>
<p class="ph4">D(eo) O(ptimo) M(aximo) S(acrum)</p>
<p class="center">To God the Best and Greatest: Sacred.<br />
John Davys of knightly rank, having formerly<br />
discharged with prudence the highest duties of<br />
King's Attorney General in the realm of Ireland:<br />
thence having been recalled to his own country,<br />
secured the first place among the servants<br />
of his lord the King, at the Law. After various<br />
services nobly rendered in each office, being now<br />
nominated to more distinguished (appointments)<br />
he suddenly frustrated the hope of his friends<br />
but fulfilled his own—being called away<br />
from human honours to celestial glory,<br />
in the year of his age 57.<br />
A man for accomplished genius, for uncommon<br />
eloquence, for language whether free or bound<br />
in verse,<br />
Most happy.<br />
Judicial sternness with elegance of manners<br />
and more pleasant learning<br />
he tempered.<br />
An uncorrupt Judge, a faithful Patron<br />
For love of free-born piety and contempt of fretting superstition<br />
alike remarkable.<br />
He looked down from on high on the obstinate narrowness<br />
of plebeian souls in the matter of religion,<br />
pity softening his disdain.<br />
Himself magnanimously just, religious, free, and moved by heaven,<br />
Had for wife the Lady Eleanor of the Right Honble.<br />
Earl of Castlehaven, Baron Audley, daughter:<br />
His only surviving offspring by her he left as heiress,<br />
Lucy, to the most illustrious Ferdinand Baron<br />
Hastings, Earl of Huntingdon, married.<br />
He spent his last day the 8th December<br />
In the year of our Lord 1626.<br />
With us leaving an example: here for the resurrection<br />
of the Just, he waits.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lv" id="Page_lv">[Pg lv]</a></span></p>
<hr class="short" />
<p class="center"> Near to her most worthy husband lies his incomparable Wife:<br />
Who her illustrious birth<br />
And spirit equal to her race<br />
With Christian mildness tempered.<br />
Learned above her sex,<br />
Meek below her rank,<br />
Than most people greater<br />
Because more humble,<br />
In eminent beauty She possessed a lofty mind,<br />
In pleasing affability, singular modesty:<br />
In a woman's body a man's spirit,<br />
In most adverse circumstances a serene mind,<br />
In a wicked age unshaken piety and uprightness.<br />
Not for her did Luxury relax her strong soul, or<br />
Poverty narrow it: but each lot with equal countenance<br />
And mind, she not only took but ruled.<br />
Nay she was full of God, to which fulness<br />
Neither a smiling world could have added,<br />
Nor from it a frowning world have taken away.<br />
Now for a long time sufficiently breathing of God<br />
and aspiring above, of her own<br />
And the Commonwealth's fate divining beforehand,<br />
And most sure of Eternal Salvation<br />
With a mighty and huge ardour into her Beloved Saviour's<br />
breast, She breathed forth her soul washed in His own blood.<br />
Taken away from things human she put on immortality<br />
on the fifth of July, in the year of Salvation, 1652.<br />
Ps. 16. 9.<br />
My flesh also dwells securely because Thou wilt not<br />
leave my soul in the sepulchre.</p>
<p>One is willing to accept the "golden lies" of these Epitaphs in either
case.</p>
<p>Sir John Davies had several children. One, who was semi-idiotic, was
drowned in Ireland. Others alleged to have been born, have not been
traced. His daughter Lucy, of the Inscriptions, and by whom, no doubt,
they were procured, became famous in her generation as Countess of
Huntingdon. We have to deplore that while we have a fine portrait
of her, none, as yet, has been found of her Father. His Will and
Charities, and their singular after-history, will be given in my fuller
Life (as before). Pass we now to</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lvii" id="Page_lvii">[Pg lvii]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="II_CRITICAL" id="II_CRITICAL">II. CRITICAL.</a></p>
<p>I shall limit myself in this second half of the Memorial-Introduction
to a brief statement and examination of certain characteristics of
the Poetry of Sir John Davies—the limitation being imposed by the
contents of the present volumes.<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> There are Poets whose truest and
most certain fame rests on so-called minor poems; and yet commonly
their bulkier productions have over-shadowed these. From Milton to
Wordsworth it is to be lamented that to the many they should be
represented by "Paradise Lost" and "The Excursion"; or to descend,
that Thomas <i>Campbell</i> and Samuel <i>Rogers</i> should have so hidden
behind their "Pleasures of Hope" and "Pleasures of Memory" their rare
and real faculty as Poets—for while in the larger poems of Milton
and Wordsworth there is of the imperishable stuff that only genius
of a lofty type weaves, it is rather (<i>meo judicio</i>) in "purple
patches" than in the web as a whole. In Milton and Wordsworth you do
not read them at their high<i>est</i> in their Epics but in their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lviii" id="Page_lviii">[Pg lviii]</a></span> shorter
poems; while Campbell and Rogers should long since have died out of
men's hearts had they left nothing behind them save the smooth and
prize-poem-like common-places of their "Pleasures." In Milton the
remark requires modification, for only in "Paradise Lost" has he put
forth to uttermost daring his Imagination—than which no writer of
all time has approached him for grandeur of vision and splendour of
utterance. But substantially I think that those capable of discernment
will agree with me that if Time may shut and leave unread except by
an elect few, many pages of the 'great' and volume-filling poems, the
lesser will assuredly draw more and more homage, and abide the regalia
of our Literature.</p>
<p>It is different with Sir John Davies. His "Orchestra" and "Hymnes to
Astræa" and Minor Poems, preceded considerably his "Nosce Teipsum," but
it was his "Nosce Teipsum" that made King James I. prick up his ears on
hearing his name, and it is "Nosce Teipsum" that is the poem that will
secure immortality to Sir John Davies. His other poetry has special
remarkablenesses—as will appear—but in "Nosce Teipsum" alone have
we the inspiration and spontaneity, the insight and speculation, the
subtlety and yet definiteness, the "burden" (in the prophetic sense)
and the melody<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lix" id="Page_lix">[Pg lix]</a></span> of the Poet as distinguished from the versifier or
verse-Rhetorician.</p>
<p>I value "Nosce Teipsum" as a first thing for its <i>deep and original
thinking</i>, i.e. for its <i>intellectual strength</i>—all the more
remarkable that as the former part of the Memorial-Introduction
shows, he was only in his 28th-29th year when he composed it. Of
its art I shall have somewhat to say anon: but regarding it as a
"<i>philosophical</i> poem" and as a contribution to metaphysic, I place
foremost the <span class="smcap">THOUGHT</span> in it, as at once a characteristic and a
merit (if merit be not too poor a word). <span class="smcap">Davies</span> (along with
<span class="smcap">Fulke Greville</span>, <span class="smcap">Lord Brooke</span> and <span class="smcap">Donne</span>)
simply as Thinker on the profoundest problems of nature and human
nature, seems to me to stand out pre-eminently, and in saying this, I
regard it as sheer nonsense to exalt the workmanship at the expense
of the material—to ask me to recognize in a bit of tin ingeniously
and painstakingly etched into a kind of miracle of execution something
co-equal with a solid bar of gold as it gleams i' the face of the sun
in its purged and massive simpleness; or to put it unmetaphorically,
I must pronounce judgment on the rank of a Poet <i>qua</i> a Poet
fundamentally on the kind and quality of the thought on higher and
deeper things that he puts into his verse and that he strikes out in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lx" id="Page_lx">[Pg lx]</a></span>
others. Your mere artist-Poet is surely third-rate and must even go
beneath the music-composer of to-day.</p>
<p>"Nosce Teipsum" as it was practically the earliest so it remains the
most remarkable example of deep reflective-meditative thinking in verse
in our language or in any language. The student of this great poem will
very soon discover that within sometimes homeliest metaphors there is
folded a long process of uncommon thought on the every-day facts of our
mysterious existence. I call the thinking deep, because "Nosce Teipsum"
reveals more than eyes that looked on the surface—reveals penetrative
and bold descent to the roots of our being and reachings upward to the
Highest. Your mere realistic word-painter of what he sees, is shallow
beside a Poet who passes beneath the surface and circumstance and
fetches up from sunless depths or down from radiant altitudes fact and
facts—each contributory to that ultimate philosophy which while it
shall accept every proved fact, will not rush off hysterically shouting
"eureka," with ribald accusations of all that generations have held to
be venerable and sustaining. I call the thinking original, for there
is evidence everywhere in "Nosce Teipsum" that the penitent recluse of
Oxford made his own self his study—as really if not as avowedly as
Wordsworth.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxi" id="Page_lxi">[Pg lxi]</a></span></p>
<p>I am aware in claiming originality for Davies that in that huge
waste-basket of our Literature—Nichols' Literary Illustrations
(Vol. IV. pp. 549-50) there is a letter from an Alexander Dalrymple,
Esq., who is designated "the great hydrographer" to "Mr. Herbert"
(the Bibliographer I opine) wherein he takes different ground. We
must traverse his charge. He thus writes:—"Dear Sir, I have lately
purchased the following old books" (he enumerates several).... "I have
also got 'Wither's translation of Nemesius de Naturâ hominis' by which
I find Sir John Davies's poem on the Immortality of the Soul is chiefly
taken from Nemesius" ... "I have picked up a tract in 4to. by Thomas
Jenner, with some very good plates, the marginal notes of which seem
to be what the heads of Tate's edition of Sir John Davies's are taken
from."</p>
<p>Were this true it would utterly take from "Nosce Teipsum" the first
characteristic and merit I claim for it—deep and original thought. But
it is absolutely untrue, an utter delusion, as any one will find who
takes the pains that I have done to read, either the original Nemesius,
or what this sapient book-buyer mentions, Wither's translation. With my
mind and memory full of "Nosce Teipsum" and the poem itself beside me,
I have read and re-read every page, sentence and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxii" id="Page_lxii">[Pg lxii]</a></span> word of Nemesius and
Wither (and there is a good deal of Wither in his translation: 1636)
and I have not come upon a single metaphor or (as the old margin-notes
called them) "similies," or even observation in "Nosce Teipsum" drawn
from Nemesius or Wither. The only element in common is that necessarily
Nemesius adduces and discusses the opinions of the Heathen Philosophers
on the many matters handled by him, and Sir John Davies does the same
with equal inevitableness. But to base a charge of plagiarism against
"Nosce Teipsum" on this, is to reason on the connection between
Tenterden Steeple and Goodwin Sands (if the well-worn folly be a
permissible reference). The following is the title-page of the quaint
old tome and as it is by no means scarce, any reader can cross-question
our witness: "The Nature of Man. A learned and useful Tract written
in Greek by Nemesius, surnamed the Philosopher; sometime Bishop of a
City in Phœnecia, and one of the most ancient Fathers of the Church.
Englyshed, and divided into Sections, with briefs of their principle
contents by Geo. Wither. London: Printed by M. F. for Henry Taunton in
St. Duncan's Churchyard in Fleetstreet. 1636." (12<sup>o</sup> 21 leaves and
pp. 661.) Chronologically—Wither's translation was not published until
1636, while "Nosce<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxiii" id="Page_lxiii">[Pg lxiii]</a></span> Teipsum" was published in 1599; but Nemesius' own
book no more than Wither's warrants any such preposterous statements as
this Alexander Dalrymple makes. Even in the treatment of the "opinions"
of the Heathen Philosophers which come up in Nemesius, and in "Nosce
Teipsum," the latter while 'intermedling' with the same returns wholly
distinct answers in refutation. The "opinions" themselves as being
derived of necessity from the same sources are identical; but neither
their statement nor refutation. Nemesius is ingenious and well-learned,
but heavy and prosaic. Sir John Davies is light of touch and a light
of poetic glory lies on the lamest "opinion." The "Father of the
Church" goes forth to war with encumbering armour: the Poet naked
and unarmed beyond the spear wherewith he 'pierces' everything, viz.
human consciousness. Jenner's forgotten book had perhaps been read by
Tate, but that concerns Tate not Sir John Davies. I pronounce it a
hallucination to write "Sir John Davies' poem on the immortality of
the Soul is chiefly taken from Nemesius." Not one line was taken from
Nemesius.</p>
<p>Before passing on it may be well to illustrate here from the "contents"
of two chapters (representative of the whole) in Wither's Nemesius,
the merely super<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxiv" id="Page_lxiv">[Pg lxiv]</a></span>ficial agreement between them and "Nosce Teipsum." In
the Poem under "The Soule of Man and the Immortalitie thereof" various
opinions of its 'nature' are thus summarized:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"One thinks the <i>Soule</i> is <i>aire</i>; another <i>fire</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another <i>blood</i>, diffus'd about the heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another saith, the <i>elements</i> conspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to her <i>essence</i> each doth giue a part.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Musicians</i> thinke our <i>Soules</i> are <i>harmonies</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Phisicians</i> hold that they <i>complexions</i> bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Epicures</i> make them swarmes of <i>atomies</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doe by chance into our bodies flee." (p. 26.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>In Nemesius, c. 2. § I, the 'headings' are: "I. The severall and
different Opinions of the Ancients concerning the Sovl, as whether it
be a Substance; whether corporeall, or incoporeall, whether mortal
or immortal P. II. The confutation of those who affirme in general
that the Sovl is a corporeall-substance. III. Confutations of their
particular Arguments, who affirme that the Sovl is Blood, Water, or
Aire." These are all common-places of ancient 'opinion' and of the
subject; and anything less poetical than Nemesius' treatment of them is
scarcely imaginable. Here if anywhere Davies' indebtedness must have
been revealed; but not one scintilla of obligation suggests itself to
the Reader.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxv" id="Page_lxv">[Pg lxv]</a></span> Again in the Poem, after a subtle and very remarkable
'confutation' of the notion that the Soul is a thing of 'Sense' only,
there comes proof "That the Soule is more than the Temperature of the
humours of the Body;" and nowhere does Davies show a more cunning
hand than in his statement of the 'false opinion.' Turning once more
to Nemesius c. II. § 3, these are its 'headings:'—"I. It is here
declared, that the Soul is not (as Galen implicitly affirmeth) a
Temperature in general. II. It is here proved also, that the Soul is no
particular temperature or quality. III. And it is likewise demonstrated
that the Soul is rather governesse of the temperatures of the Body,
both ordering them, and subduing the vices which arise from the bodily
tempers." Here again we would have expected some resemblances or
suggestions; but again there is not a jot or tittle of either. Thus
is it throughout. One might as well turn up the words used in "Nosce
Teipsum" in a quotation-illustrated Dictionary of the English Language
(such as Richardson's) and argue 'plagiarism' because of necessarily
agreeing definitions, as from a few scattered places in "Nosce Teipsum"
discussing the same topics, allege appropriation of Nemesius. Your mere
readers of title-pages<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxvi" id="Page_lxvi">[Pg lxvi]</a></span> and contents, or glancers over indices are
constantly blundering after this fashion. Dalrymple was one of these.</p>
<p>The headings of the successive sections—removed in our text from
the margins to their several places—suffice to inform us of the
original lines of thought and research and illustration pursued in
"Nosce Teipsum" and thither I refer the Reader. The merest glance
will show that in "Nosce Teipsum" you have the whole breadth of the
field traversed—and that for the first time in Verse. I can only very
imperfectly illustrate either the depth or the originality of the poem.
Almost as at the opening of the book, take these uniting both:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And yet alas, when all our lamps are burnd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our bodyes wasted, and our spirits spent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we haue all the learnèd <i>Volumes</i> turn'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which yeeld mens wits both help and ornament:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What can we know? or what can we discerne?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When <i>Error</i> chokes the windowes of the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The diuers formes of things, how can we learne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That haue been euer from our birth-day blind?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When <i>Reasone's</i> lampe, which (like the <i>sunne</i> in skie)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throughout <i>Man's</i> little world her beames did spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnder the ashes, halfe extinct, and dead:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxvii" id="Page_lxvii">[Pg lxvii]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How can we hope, that through the eye and eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can recollect these beames of knowledge cleere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So might the heire whose father hath in play<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wasted a thousand pound of ancient rent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By painefull earning of a groate a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hope to restore the patrimony spent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wits that diu'd most deepe and soar'd most hie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seeking Man's pow'rs, haue found his weaknesse such:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth flie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"We learne so little and forget so much.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For this the wisest of all morall men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said, '<i>He knew nought, but that he nought did know</i>';<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the great mocking-Master mockt not then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he said, '<i>Truth was buried deepe below</i>.'<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For how may we to others' things attaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When none of vs his owne soule vnderstands?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For which the Diuell mockes our curious braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When, '<i>Know thy selfe</i>' his oracle commands.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For why should wee the busie Soule beleeue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When boldly she concludes of that and this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When of her selfe she can no iudgement giue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All things without, which round about we see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We seeke to knowe, and how therewith to doe;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxviii" id="Page_lxviii">[Pg lxviii]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But that whereby we <i>reason, liue and be</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within our selues, we strangers are thereto.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We seeke to know the mouing of each spheare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the strange cause of th' ebs and flouds of <i>Nile</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of that clock, within our breasts we beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The subtill motions we forget the while.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We that acquaint our selues with euery <i>Zoane</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And passe both <i>Tropikes</i> and behold the <i>Poles</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we come home, are to our selues vnknown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vnacquainted still with our owne <i>Soules</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We study <i>Speech</i> but others we perswade;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We <i>leech-craft</i> learne, but others cure with it;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We interpret <i>lawes</i>, which other men haue made,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But reade not those which in our hearts are writ." (pp. 18-20.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Again:—</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In what manner the Soule is united to the Body.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But how shall we this <i>union</i> well expresse?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nought ties the <i>soule</i>; her subtiltie is such<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She moues the bodie, which she doth possesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet no part toucheth, but by <i>Vertue's</i> touch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then dwels shee not therein as in a tent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as a pilot in his ship doth sit;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the spider in his web is pent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the waxe retaines the print in it;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxix" id="Page_lxix">[Pg lxix]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor as a vessell water doth containe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as one liquor in another shed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the heat doth in the fire remaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as a voice throughout the ayre is spread:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But as the faire and cheerfull <i>Morning light</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth here and there her siluer beames impart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in an instant doth herselfe vnite<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the transparent ayre, in all, and part:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Still resting whole, when blowes th' ayre diuide:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Abiding pure, when th' ayre is most corrupted;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throughout the ayre, her beams dispersing wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when the ayre is tost, not interrupted:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So doth the piercing <i>Soule</i> the body fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being all in all, and all in part diffus'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Indiuisible, incorruptible still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not forc't, encountred, troubled or confus'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the <i>sunne</i> aboue, the light doth bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though we behold it in the ayre below;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So from th' Eternall Light the <i>Soule</i> doth spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though in the body she her powers doe show. (pp. 61-2.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Further, "An Acclamation":—</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">An Acclamation.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! what is Man (great Maker of mankind!)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Thou to him so great respect dost beare!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Thou adornst him with so bright a mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mak'st him a king, and euen an angel's peere!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxx" id="Page_lxx">[Pg lxx]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! what a liuely life, what heauenly power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What spreading vertue, what a sparkling fire!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How great, how plentifull, how rich a dower<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dost Thou within this dying flesh inspire!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou leau'st Thy print in other works of Thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Thy whole image Thou in Man hast writ;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There cannot be a creature more diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except (like Thee) it should be infinit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But it exceeds man's thought, to thinke how hie<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>God</i> hath raisd <i>Man</i>, since <i>God a man</i> became;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The angels doe admire this <i>Misterie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And are astonisht when they view the same. (pp. 81-2.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Again:—</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">That the Soule is Immortal, and cannot Die.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor hath he giuen these blessings for a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor made them on the bodie's life depend;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Soule</i> though made in time, <i>suruives for aye</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though it hath beginning, sees no end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her onely <i>end</i>, is <i>neuer-ending</i> blisse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is, <i>th' eternall face of God to see</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who <i>Last of Ends</i>, and <i>First of Causes</i>, is:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to doe this, she must <i>eternall</i> bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How senselesse then, and dead a soule hath hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which <i>thinks</i> his <i>soule</i> doth with his body die!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or <i>thinkes</i> not so, but so would haue it bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he might sinne with more securitie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxi" id="Page_lxxi">[Pg lxxi]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For though these light and vicious persons say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our <i>Soule</i> is but a smoake, or ayrie blast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, during life, doth in our nostrils play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when we die, doth turne to wind at last:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Although they say, '<i>Come let us eat and drinke</i>';<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our life is but a sparke, which quickly dies;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though thus they <i>say</i>, they know not what to think,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore no heretikes desire to spread<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their light opinions, like these <i>Epicures</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For so the staggering thoughts are comfortèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And other men's assent their doubt assures.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet though these men against their conscience striue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There are some sparkles in their flintie breasts<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which cannot be extinct, but still reuiue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That though they would, they cannot quite bee <i>beasts</i>;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But who so makes a mirror of his mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth with patience view himselfe therein,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His <i>Soule's</i> eternitie shall clearely find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though th' other beauties be defac't with sin. (pp. 82-3.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Further, "An Acclamation":—</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">An Acclamation.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O ignorant poor man! what dost thou beare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lockt vp within the casket of thy brest?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What iewels, and what riches hast thou there!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What heauenly treasure in so weak a chest!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxii" id="Page_lxxii">[Pg lxxii]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looke in thy <i>soule</i>, and thou shalt <i>beauties</i> find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like those which drownd <i>Narcissus</i> in the flood:<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Honour</i> and <i>Pleasure</i> both are in thy mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all that in the world is counted <i>Good</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thinke of her worth, and thinke that God did meane.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This worthy mind should worthy things imbrace;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts vnclean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor her dishonour with thy passions base;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kill not her <i>quickning power</i> with surfettings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mar not her <i>Sense</i> with sensualitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cast not her serious wit on idle things:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make not her free-<i>will</i>, slaue to vanitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when thou think'st of her <i>eternitie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke not that <i>Death</i> against her nature is;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke it a <i>birth</i>; and when thou goest to die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to blisse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if thou, like a child, didst feare before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being in the darke, where thou didst nothing see:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now I haue broght thee <i>torch-light</i>, feare no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now when thou diest, thou canst not hud-winkt be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou, my <i>Soule</i>, which turn'st thy curious eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To view the beames of thine owne forme diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Take heed of <i>ouer-weening</i>, and compare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's traine;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxiii" id="Page_lxxiii">[Pg lxxiii]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Study the best, and highest things, that are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of thy selfe, an humble thought retaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cast down thy selfe, and onely striue to raise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The glory of thy Maker's sacred Name;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vse all thy powers, that Blessed Power to praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which giues the power to <i>bee</i>, and <i>use the same</i>. (pp. 114-16.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Finally, here is a simile well-wrought in itself and accidentally to be
for ever associated with a celebrated criticism:—</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Motion of the Soule.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">.... how can shee but immortall bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When with the motions of both <i>Will</i> and <i>Wit</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She still aspireth to eternitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer rests, till she attaine to it?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Water in conduit pipes, can rise no higher<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then the wel-head, from whence it first doth spring:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then sith to eternall <span class="smcap">God</span> shee doth aspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee cannot be but an eternall thing. (p. 85.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>The second stanza contains a metaphor that was stolen and murdered as
well, by Robert Montgomery. Concerning <i>his</i> use of it Macaulay thus
wrote in his merciless review:—"We would not be understood, however,
to say that Mr. Robert Montgomery cannot make similitudes for himself.
A very few lines further on we find<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxiv" id="Page_lxxiv">[Pg lxxiv]</a></span> one which has every mark of
originality and on which we will be bound, none of the poets whom he
has plundered will ever think of making reprisal:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'The soul aspiring, pants its source to mount,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As streams meander level with their fount.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>"We take this to be on the whole the worst similitude in the world.
In the first place, no stream meanders, or can possibly meander level
with its fount. In the next place, if streams did meander level with
their fount, no two motions can be less like each other than that of
meandering level and that of mounting upwards." True; but none the less
is the original 'spoiled' and despoiled metaphor, accurate and vivid.</p>
<p>If the Reader will surrender himself to the task, he will be rewarded
for studying and re-studying the entire poem of "Nosce Teipsum;" and,
unless I very much mistake, will then regard Hallam's judgment on it
as inadequate rather than exaggerate, as (with intercalated remarks),
thus: "A more remarkable poem [than Drayton's and Daniel's] is that
of Sir John Davies, afterwards Chief Justice of Ireland [a mistake],
entitled, 'Nosce Teipsum,' published in 1599, usually, though rather
inaccurately, called 'On the Immortality of the Soul.' Perhaps no
language can produce a poem, extending to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxv" id="Page_lxxv">[Pg lxxv]</a></span> so great a length, of
more condensation of thought, or in which fewer languid verses will
be found. Yet, according to some definitions [of poetry] the 'Nosce
Teipsum' is wholly unpoetical, inasmuch as it shows no passion [a
greater blunder still] and little fancy [a third mistake]. If it
reaches the heart at all, it is through the reason. But since strong
argument in terse and correct style fails not to give us pleasure in
prose, it seems strange that it should lose its effect when it gains
the aid of regular metre to gratify the ear and assist the memory.
Lines there are in Davies which far out-weigh much of the descriptive
and imaginative poetry of the last two centuries, whether we estimate
them by the pleasure they impart to us, or by the intellectual vigour
they display. Experience has shown that the faculties familiarly
deemed poetical are frequently exhibited in a considerable degree,
but very few have been able to preserve a perspicuous beauty without
stiffness or pedantry (allowance made for the subject and the times),
in metaphysical reasoning, so successfully as Sir John Davies."<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a>
The alleged "no passion" is contradicted by the various pathetic
autobiographic introspections and confessions brought out in this
Memorial-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxvi" id="Page_lxxvi">[Pg lxxvi]</a></span>Introduction, and not less so by the outbursts of adoration
and praise that thunder up like the hosannahs before the great White
Throne. The similarly alleged "little fancy" is one of manifold proofs
that the critic was the most superficial of all imaginable readers with
so much pretention. "Nosce Teipsum" is radiant as the dew-bedabbled
grass with delicacies of fancy, not a few of the "fancies" being as
exquisitely touched as divine work.</p>
<p>Campbell in his "Essay on English Poetry" (prefixed to his
"Specimens") may be read with interest after Hallam. Accepting from
Johnson as Johnson from Dryden the name of "metaphysical poets," he
observes:—"The term of metaphysical poetry would apply with much more
justice to the quatrains of Sir John Davies and those of Sir Fulke
Greville, writers who, at a later period, found imitators in Sir Thomas
Overbury and Sir William Davenant. Davies's poem on the Immortality
of the Soul, entitled "<i>Nosce teipsum</i>," will convey a much more
favourable idea of metaphysical poetry than the wittiest effusions of
Donne and his followers. Davies carried abstract reasoning into verse
with an acuteness and felicity which have seldom been equalled. He
reasons undoubtedly with too much labour, formality, and subtlety,
to afford uniform poetical pleasure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxvii" id="Page_lxxvii">[Pg lxxvii]</a></span> The generality of his stanzas
exhibit hard arguments interwoven with the pliant materials of fancy so
closely, that we may compare them to a texture of cloth and metallic
threads, which is cold and stiff, while it is splendidly curious. There
is this difference, however, between Davies and the commonly-styled
metaphysical poets, that <i>he</i> argues like a hard thinker, and <i>they</i>,
for the most part, like madmen. If we conquer the drier parts of
Davies' poem, and bestow a little attention on thoughts which were
meant, not to gratify the indolence, but to challenge the activity of
the mind, we shall find in the entire essay fresh beauties at every
perusal: for in the happier parts we come to logical truths so well
illustrated by ingenious similes, that we know not whether to call the
thoughts more poetically or philosophically just. The judgment and
fancy are reconciled, and the imagery of the poems seems to start more
vividly from the surrounding shades of abstraction."</p>
<p>The 'coldness' of 'cloth and metallic threads' which the critic applies
to the 'hard arguments' of <i>Nosce Teipsum</i> is a mere imagination. But
besides, the 'metallic threads' are not for warmth but for splendour.
The lining of the 'splendidly curious' garment is to be looked for for
warmth. Similarly the 'hard argu<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxviii" id="Page_lxxviii">[Pg lxxviii]</a></span>ments' would have been unpoetical as
unphilosophical had they been 'warm' with the warmth of the 'clothing'
in similes and fancies. The 'hardness' is where it ought to be—in
the thinking: but it is a hardness like the bough that is green with
leafage and radiant with bloom and odorous with 'sweet scent' and
pliant to every lightest touch of the breeze. The leaf and bloom start
from the 'hard' bough rightly, fittingly 'hard' to its utmost twig. The
alleged 'too much labour' is singularly uncharacteristic. As for the
'madness' I can but exclaim—Oh for more of such 'fine lunacy' as in
Donne is condemned! His and compeers' 'madness' is worth cart-loads of
most men's sanity.</p>
<p>In our own day Dr. George Macdonald has spoken more wisely if still
somewhat superficially of "<i>Nosce Teipsum</i>" in his charming "England's
Antiphon." Having explained that by "Immortality of the Soul" is
intended "the spiritual nature of the soul, resulting in continuity
of existence," he proceeds:—"It [<i>Nosce Teipsum</i>] is a wonderful
instance of what can be done for metaphysics in verse, and by means
of imaginative or poetic embodiment generally. Argumentation cannot
of course naturally belong to the region of poetry, however well
it may comport itself when there natural<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxix" id="Page_lxxix">[Pg lxxix]</a></span>ized; and consequently,
although there are most poetic no less than profound passages in the
treatise, a light scruple arises whether its constituent matter can
properly be called poetry. At all events, however, certain of the
more prosaic measures and stanzas lend themselves readily, and with
much favour, to some of the more complex of logical necessities. And
it must be remembered that in human speech, as in the human mind,
there are no absolute divisions: power shades off into feeling; and
the driest logic may find the heroic couplet render it good service."
(pp. 105-6). The 'scruple' must be 'light' indeed that has to decide
whether the 'reasoning' of "Nosce Teipsum" be or be not 'poetry.' It
is astounding that at this time o' day any should attempt to exclude
the highest region of the intellect and its noblest occupation from
poetry. Poetry I must hold absolutely is poetry, whatever be its matter
and form if the thinking be glorified by imagination or tremulous with
emotion. It is sheer folly to refuse to the Poet any material within
the compass of the universe. Especially deplorable is it to have to
argue for possibilities of poetry in the greatest of all thinking,
viz., metaphysics, in the face of such actualities of achievement as in
Davies and Lord Brooke and Donne.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxx" id="Page_lxxx">[Pg lxxx]</a></span></p>
<p>A second characteristic of "Nosce Teipsum" that calls for notice
is its <i>perfection of workmanship</i> shown in the <i>mastery of an
extremely difficult stanza</i>, as well as its solidity of material.
Here unquestionably Sir John Davies far excels Lord Brooke and Donne,
and later, Sir William Davenant in "Gondibert." The two former are
occasionally (it must be granted) semi-inarticulate, and the last
is very often monotonous and trying. "Nosce Teipsum" is throughout
articulate and unmistakeable, and never flags. You have a fear o'
times that a metaphor will prove grotesque or mean: or a vein of
thought pinch and go out from ore to bare limestone. But invariably an
imaginative touch, or a colour-like epithet, or a thrill of emotion,
lifts up the mean into a transfiguring atmosphere as of sun-set purples
and crysolites, and gives to grotesquest gargoyles (as of cathedrals)
a strange fitness. Then when a thought or illustration seems about
to end, debasedly, another forward-carrying and ennobling, swiftly
succeeds.</p>
<p>There is more than dexterity, there is consummate art—the art of a
conscious master—in the inter-weaving of the lines and stanzas of
"Nosce Teipsum." Professor Craik recognised the difficulty and the
triumph, but fails by ultra-ingenuity in accounting for either the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxi" id="Page_lxxxi">[Pg lxxxi]</a></span>
selection of the measure or the miracle of its continuous success.
His criticism is worth recalling, thus:—"A remarkable poem of this
age ... is the 'Nosce Teipsum' of Sir John Davies ... a philosophical
poem, the earliest of the kind in the language. It is written in rhyme,
in the common heroic ten-syllable verse, but disposed in quatrains,
like the early play of Misogonus, already mentioned, and other poetry
of the same era, or like Sir Thomas Overbury's poem of 'The Wife,'
the 'Gondibert' of Sir William Davenant, and the 'Annus Mirabilis' of
Dryden, at a later period. No one of these writers has managed this
difficult stanza so successfully as Davies: it has the disadvantage
of requiring the sense to be in general closed at certain regularly
and quickly-recurring turns, which yet are very ill adapted for an
effective pause; and even all the skill of Dryden has been unable to
free it from a certain air of monotony and languor,—a circumstance of
which that poet may be supposed to have been himself sensible, since he
wholly abandoned it after one or two early attempts. Davies, however,
has conquered its difficulty; and, as has been observed, 'perhaps no
language can produce a poem, extending to so great a length, of more
condensation of thought, or in which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxii" id="Page_lxxxii">[Pg lxxxii]</a></span> fewer languid verses will be
found.' (Hallam, as before.) In fact, it is by this condensation and
sententious brevity, so carefully filed and elaborated, however, as
to involve no sacrifice of perspicuity or fulness of expression, that
he has attained his end. Every quatrain is a pointed expression of a
separate thought, like one of Rochefoucault's maxims; each thought
being, by great skill and painstaking in the packing, made exactly to
fit and to fill the same case. It may be doubted, however, whether
Davies would not have produced a still better poem if he had chosen a
measure which would have allowed him greater freedom and real variety;
unless, indeed, his poetical talent was of a sort that required the
suggestive aid and guidance of such artificial restraints as he had to
cope with in this; and what would have been a bondage to a more fiery
and teeming imagination, was rather a support to his."<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a></p>
<p>Most of this must be read <i>cum grano salis</i>. Davies elected his
measure and stanza with evidently entire spontaneity; and it is an
odd reversal of the simple matter of fact to ascribe the 'artificial
restraints' chosen, to an absence 'of a fiery and teeming imagination,'
when, as all observation demonstrates, the more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxiii" id="Page_lxxxiii">[Pg lxxxiii]</a></span> fiery and fecund
the imagination of a Poet, the more exquisitely obedient is he to
the subtlest and most intricate movements of his measure—just as
the bluest-blooded race-horse is a law to itself whereas your stolid
dray-cart or plough-drawer needs the "artificial restraints" of all
kinds of gear, and the constraint of whip and blow and vociferation. I
can well suppose that but for the "Fairy Queen" Sir John Davies might
have chosen its stanza, but just as to-day "In Memoriam" has taken
to itself its form and music to the exclusion of every other—though
a very ancient English measure—so Spenser's immortal poem precluded
"Nosce Teipsum" following in the same. I cannot admit "artificial
restraints" in the sense of needed restraints or aid. There was the
stanza, and the genius of Sir John Davies appropriated it—since
Spenser's, in all worship, could not be taken—and, like a great Vine,
clad its natural slenderness and poorness of build with wealth of
bright green leafage and clustered fruitage. The nicety and daintiness
of workmanship, the involute and nevertheless firmly-completed and
manifested imagery of "Nosce Teipsum" wherewith this nicety and
daintiness are wrought, place Sir John Davies artistically among the
finest of our Poets. Southey wrote decisively on this:—"Sir John
Davies and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxiv" id="Page_lxxxiv">[Pg lxxxiv]</a></span> Sir William Davenant, avoiding equally the opposite faults
of too artificial and too careless a style, wrote in numbers which, for
precision and clearness, and felicity and strength, have never been
surpassed." For 'felicity' I should have said 'flexibility.'<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a></p>
<p>Again our examples of the mastery and perfection of workmanship must be
brief; but take these:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nor can her wide imbracements fillèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they that most, and greatest things embrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Inlarge thereby their minds' capacitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As streames inlarg'd, inlarge the channel's space.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All things receiu'd, doe such proportion take,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>As those things haue, wherein they are receiu'd</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So little glasses little faces make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And narrow webs on narrow frames be weau'd;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then what vast body must we make the <i>mind</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherin are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet each thing a proper place doth find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And each thing in the true proportion stands?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxv" id="Page_lxxxv">[Pg lxxxv]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Doubtlesse this could not bee, but that she turnes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bodies to spirits, by <i>sublimation</i> strange;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fire conuerts to fire the things it burnes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As we our meats into our nature change.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From their grosse <i>matter</i> she abstracts the <i>formes</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And draws a kind of <i>quintessence</i> from things;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which to her proper nature she transformes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bear them light on her celestiall wings:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This doth she, when, from things <i>particular</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth abstract the <i>universall kinds</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which bodilesse and immateriall are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And can be lodg'd but onely in our minds:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thus from diuers <i>accidents</i> and <i>acts</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doe within her obseruation fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She goddesses, and powers diuine, abstracts:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As <i>Nature</i>, <i>Fortune</i>, and the <i>Vertues</i> all." (pp. 42-44.)</span>
</div></div>
<p >Again:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Are they not sencelesse</i> then, that thinke the Soule<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nought but a fine perfection of the <i>Sense</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or of the formes which <i>fancie</i> doth enroule,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A <i>quicke resulting</i>, and a <i>consequence</i>?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What is it then that doth the <i>Sense</i> accuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both of <i>false judgements</i>, and <i>fond appetites</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What makes vs do what <i>Sense</i> doth most refuse?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which oft in torment of the <i>Sense</i> delights?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxvi" id="Page_lxxxvi">[Pg lxxxvi]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sense</i> thinkes the <i>planets</i>, <i>spheares</i> not much asunder;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What tels vs then their distance is so farre?<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> thinks the lightning borne before the thunder;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What tels vs then they both together are?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When men seem crows far off vpon a towre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> saith, th'are crows; what makes vs think them men?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we in <i>agues</i>, thinke all sweete things sowre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What makes vs know our tongue's false iudgement then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What power was that, whereby <i>Medea</i> saw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And well approu'd, and prais'd the better course,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When her rebellious <i>Sense</i> did so withdraw<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her feeble powers, as she pursu'd the worse?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Did <i>Sense</i> perswade <i>Vlisses</i> not to heare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mermaid's songs, which so his men did please;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As they were all perswaded, through the eare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To quit the ship, and leape into the <i>seas</i>?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Could any power of <i>Sense</i> the <i>Romane</i> moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To burn his own right hand with courage stout?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could <i>Sense</i> make <i>Marius</i> sit vnbound, and proue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cruell lancing of the knotty gout?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Doubtlesse in <i>Man</i> there is a <i>nature</i> found,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beside the <i>Senses</i>, and aboue them farre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Though most men being in sensuall pleasures drownd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'It seems their <i>Soules</i> but in their <i>Senses</i> are.'<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we had nought but <i>Sense</i>, then onely they<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should haue sound minds, which haue their <i>Senses</i> sound;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxvii" id="Page_lxxxvii">[Pg lxxxvii]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But <i>Wisdome</i> growes, when <i>Senses</i> doe decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>Folly</i> most in quickest <i>Sense</i> is found.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we had nought but <i>Sense</i>, each liuing wight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which we call <i>brute</i>, would be more sharp then we;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As hauing <i>Sense's apprehensiue might</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In a more cleere, and excellent degree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But they doe want that <i>quicke discoursing power</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth in vs the erring <i>Sense</i> correct;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore the <i>bee</i> did sucke the painted flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>birds</i>, of grapes, the cunning shadow, peckt.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sense</i> outsides knows; the Soule throgh al things sees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i>, <i>circumstance</i>; she, doth the <i>substance</i> view;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> sees the barke, but she, the life of trees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> heares the sounds, but she, the concords true. (pp. 35-38.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Once more:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my bodie's of so fraile a kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As force without, feauers within can kill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know the heauenly nature of my minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But 'tis corrupted both in wit and will:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my <i>Soule</i> hath power to know all things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet is she blinde and ignorant in all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know I am one of Nature's little kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my life's a paine and but a span,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know my <i>Sense</i> is mockt with euery thing:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to conclude, I know my selfe a <span class="smcap">MAN</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is a <i>proud</i>, and yet a <i>wretched</i> thing. (p. 24.)</span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxviii" id="Page_lxxxviii">[Pg lxxxviii]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If the pathos and grandeur of Pascal be anticipated in<br /></span>
<span class="i0">these lines, Pope has certainly appropriated Davies'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">favourite metaphor of the 'spider.' Witness the Sense<br /></span>
<span class="i0">of Feeling illustrated:—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Much like a subtill spider, which doth sit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If ought doe touch the vtmost thred of it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee feeles it instantly on euery side. (p. 70).</span>
</div></div>
<p>So in the <i>Essay of Man</i>:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Feels at each thread, and lives along the line."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Another now familiar 'metaphor' also occurs in "Nosce Teipsum":—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Heere <i>Sense's apprehension</i>, end doth take;</span><br />
<span class="i2">As when a stone is into water cast,</span><br />
<span class="i2">One circle doth another circle make,</span><br />
<span class="i2">Till the last circle touch the banke at last." (p. 72.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>
These two characteristics, viz., (1) <i>deep and original thinking</i>,
(2) <i>perfection of workmanship, or mastery of an extremely difficult
stanza</i>—embrace that in "Nosce Teipsum," regarded broadly, which
I am anxious to have the Reader recognize and 'prove' for himself.
Subsidiary to them is one other thing—not shared with many of
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_lxxxix" id="Page_lxxxix">[Pg lxxxix]</a></span>our Poets and therefore demanding specific statement—viz. its
<i>condensation throughout</i>. Hallam and Craik have called attention to
this; and the student cannot fail to be struck with it. It is not
simply that the stanzas are as so many rings of gold each complete in
itself—much as Proverbs are—but that whether it be idea or opinion or
metaphor there is no beating of it out, as though yards of gold-leaf
or tin-foil were more valuable than the relatively small solid ore
that has been so manipulated: or the common mistake of imagining that
a pound of feathers is heavier than a pound of lead. From Dean Donne
until now "comparisons are odious." Nevertheless when one recalls
the attenuated thought and the blatant verbiage of not a few of our
Poets, this resolute sifting out of everything extraneous is not less
noticeable than commendable. It assures us that the Poet was conscious
of his resources—of his unused wealth of thought and imagination and
fancies. He who compacts his carbon into a Koh-i-noor has infinite
supplies of it. Similarly a Poet who could and did so lavishly add
great thought to great thought and vivid metaphor to vivid metaphor,
and still go on adding in smallest possible compass, declares his
intellect to be of the highest. I take two stanzas as illustrative
equally of condensed thought and condensed metaphor concerning our
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xc" id="Page_xc">[Pg xc]</a></span>First Parents:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When their reasons eye was sharpe and cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And (as an eagle can behold the sunne)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could haue approcht th' Eternall Light as neare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the intellectuall angels could haue done:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen then to them the <i>Spirit of Lyes</i> suggests<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they were blind, because they saw not ill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And breathes into their incorrupted brests<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A curious <i>wish</i>, which did corrupt their <i>will</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Your Rhetorician-poet would have expatiated on his 'Eagle' through
a hundred lines. Your mere Metaphysician would have entangled
himself with distinctions between 'wish' and 'will' endlessly.
Similarly how succinctly memorable is this of man's un-willinghood
to know himself—every stanza a perfect circle but all the circles
interlinked:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We study <i>Speech</i> but others we perswade;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We <i>leech-craft</i> learne, but others cure with it;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We interpret <i>lawes</i>, which other men haue made,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But reade not those which in our hearts are writ.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Is it because the minde is like the eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose rayes reflect not, but spread outwardly:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not seeing it selfe when other things it sees?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No, doubtlesse; for the mind can backward cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vpon her selfe, her vnderstanding light;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she is so corrupt, and so defac't,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As her owne image doth her selfe affright.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xci" id="Page_xci">[Pg xci]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As in the fable of the Lady faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which for her lust was turnd into a cow;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thirstie to a streame she did repaire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And saw her selfe transform'd she wist not how:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At first she startles, then she stands amaz'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At last with terror she from thence doth flye;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And loathes the watry glasse wherein she gaz'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shunnes it still, though she for thirst doe die:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so <i>Man's Soule</i> which did God's image beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And was at first faire, good, and spotlesse pure;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since with her <i>sinnes</i> her beauties blotted were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth of all sights her owne sight least endure:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For euen at first reflection she espies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such strange <i>chimeraes</i>, and such monsters there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such toyes, such <i>antikes</i>, and such vanities,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she retires, and shrinkes for shame and feare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the man loues least at home to bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That hath a sluttish house haunted with <i>spirits</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So she impatient her owne faults to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Turnes from her selfe and in strange things delites.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For this few <i>know themselues</i>: for merchants broke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">View their estate with discontent and paine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>seas</i> are troubled, when they doe reuoke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their flowing waues into themselues againe. (pp. 20-22.)</span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcii" id="Page_xcii">[Pg xcii]</a></span>How daintily-put and how divinely ennobled by the sacred reference
is this of the soul's yearning after that higher ideal that is ever
receding horizon-like to our vision:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then as a <i>bee</i> which among weeds doth fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which seeme sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But pleasd with none, doth rise, and soare away;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the <i>Soule</i> finds here no true content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, like <i>Noah's</i> doue, can no sure footing take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth returne from whence she first was sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And flies to <i>Him</i> that first her wings did make. (p. 87)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>For condensed and close-packed thought and imagery the 'Reasons' for
the 'Immortalitie of the Soule' (pp. 83-99) are not to be equalled
anywhere.</p>
<p>We may not linger over "Nosce Teipsum." Passing to the "Hymnes to
Astræa" and "Orchestra, or a Poeme of Dauncing" while they have the
same characteristics with "Nosce Teipsum," they yet suggest another
characteristic in Davies as a Poet—<i>unexpectedness of brilliant and
great things</i>. You count on the Lark's up-springing and the Lark's
idyllic song, if you are traversing its bladed or daisied possession;
but you are startled if it rise from the mired or dusty street or
the inodorous slum. You look for the eagle when you have climbed
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xciii" id="Page_xciii">[Pg xciii]</a></span>Shehallion and other Highland mountain fastnesses; but suppose it
were to flap out upon you as you paced into your semi-suburban villa.
So in "Nosce Teipsum," as seen, deep thought perfectly worked is what
knowing the Poet you look for therein; but even in "Hymnes to Astræa"
and "Orchestra" you very soon discover that it is still the Poet of
"Nosce Teipsum" who sings. The moods of thought are airier and more
vivacious substantively, but the thinking and shaping and colouring of
imagination is the same; and 'unexpected' is really <i>the</i> word that
seems to me to express the out-flashing of the higher faculty. Turning
to the "Hymnes to Astræa," how exquisite are the fancy and the flattery
of Hymne V., "To the Larke," as she is wooed by the Poet-Courtier to be
his minstrel to 'sing' of Elizabeth. You do not for a moment feel the
'artificial restraint' of the margin-letters that go to form Elizabetha
Regina:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earley, cheerfull, mounting Larke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light's gentle vsher, Morning's clark,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In merry notes delighting;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stint awhile thy song, and harke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And learn my new inditing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Beare vp this hymne, to heau'n it beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen vp to heau'n, and sing it there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To heau'n each morning beare it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haue it set to some sweet sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let the Angels heare it.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xciv" id="Page_xciv">[Pg xciv]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Renownd Astræa, that great name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Exceeding great in worth and fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great worth hath so renownd it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is Astræa's name I praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now then, sweet Larke, do thou it raise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in high Heauen resound it. (p. 133.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Meet companion to this is Hymne VII., "To the Rose:"—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Eye of the Garden, Queene of flowres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love's cup wherein he nectar powres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ingendered first of nectar;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet nurse-child of the Spring's young howres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Beautie's faire character.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Best iewell that the Earth doth weare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen when the braue young sunne draws neare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To her hot Loue pretending;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Himselfe likewise like forme doth beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At rising and descending.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rose of the Queene of Loue belou'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">England's great Kings diuinely mou'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gave Roses in their banner;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It shewed that Beautie's Rose indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now in this age should them succeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And raigne in more sweet manner. (p. 135.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>That the large and intense homage of Davies (among his illustrious
contemporaries), in these "Hymnes" was genuine not simulated,
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcv" id="Page_xcv">[Pg xcv]</a></span>spontaneous not mercenary, the apostrophe to Envy protests. With an
echo of the old 'exegi monumentum' or reminiscence of Shakespeare's
then not long published Sonnets, he thus writes:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Enuy, goe weepe; my Muse and I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laugh thee to scorne; thy feeble eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is dazeled with the glory<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shining in this gay poesie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And little golden story.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Behold how my proud quill doth shed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eternall <i>nectar</i> on her head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pompe of coronation<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath not such power her fame to spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As this my admiration.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Respect my pen as free and franke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Expecting not reward nor thanke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great wonder onely moues it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I never made it mercenary,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor should my Muse this burthen carrie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As hyr'd, but that she loues it. (p. 154.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Then in "Orchestra" you are again and again reminded that, mere sport
of wit though it be, "suddaine, rash, half-capreol of my wit," as he
himself calls it to Martin (p. 159), it is a man of rare genius who
sports. So much so that ever and anon you perceive, as Cleopatra of her
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcvi" id="Page_xcvi">[Pg xcvi]</a></span>Anthony:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">———"his delights<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were dolphin-like; <i>they show'd his tack above</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>The element they lived in</i>." (v. 2.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>That is, even among the trivialities about 'Dauncing' and the
frivolities of laudation, you are re-called to grander things—as in
the Summer one sees breaks of blue in the over-arching sky above some
miserable Pick-nick party desecrating some glorious forest-dell. I cull
two out of manifold examples of the unexpectedness that I now wish to
point out—as thus of the antiquity yet vitality of 'Dauncing':—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thus doth it equall age with age inioy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet in lustie youth for euer flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like loue his sire, whom Paynters make a boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet is the eldest of the heau'nly powers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd howers<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Going and comming will not let him dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But still preserve him in his infancie." (p. 169.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>That is 'brilliant' but this is 'great,' indeed magnificent, of the
Sea:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Loe the <i>Sea</i> that fleets about the Land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like a girdle clips her solide waist,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Musicke and measure both doth vnderstand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his great chrystall eye is always cast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vp to the Moone, and on her fixèd fast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as she daunceth in her pallid spheere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So daunceth he about her Center heere." (p. 179.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcvii" id="Page_xcvii">[Pg xcvii]</a></span>
I know not where, outside of Milton, to match that personification of
the Sea, with its "great chrystall eye"; and 'palid' is as tenderly
delicate as the other is grand. Coleridge must have carried it in his
omniverous memory, for surely one of the most memorable of the stanzas
in his "Ancient Mariner" drew its inspiration thence, as thus:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Still as a slave before his lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ocean hath no blast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His great bright eye most silently<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up to the Moon is cast—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If he may know which way to go;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For she guides him smooth or grim.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">See, brother, see! how graciously<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She looketh down on him." (Pt. VI.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>At this point it may interest some to read Sir John Harington's welcome
to the Poet on the publication of 'Orchestra', thus:—</p>
<p class="center"><i>Of Master</i> John Dauies <i>Booke of Dancing</i>. <i>To Himselfe.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While you the Planets all doe set to dancing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beware such hap, as to the Fryer was chancing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who preaching in a Pulpit old and rotten,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Among some notes, most fit to be forgotten:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vnto his Auditory thus he vaunts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make all Saints after his pype to dance:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcviii" id="Page_xcviii">[Pg xcviii]</a></span>
<span class="i0">It speaking, which as he himselfe aduances,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To act his speech with gestures, lo, it chances,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Downe fals the Pulpit, sore the man is brusèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neuer was Fryer and Pulpit more abusèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then beare with me, though yet to you a stranger,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To warne you of the like, nay greater danger.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For though none feare the falling of those sparkes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(And when they fall, t'will be good catching Larkes)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet this may fall, that while you dance and skip,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With female Planets, sore your foote may trip,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in your lofty Caprioll and turne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their motion may make your dimension burne." (Epigrams, Book II. 67.)</span>
</div></div>
<p>I am tempted to further critical examination of this very remarkable
Poetry; but feel constrained by already transgressed limits to withhold
them for the present. But I must say something on the Epigrams
and Minor Poems. I have 'compunctious visitings' in re-publishing
them, even though they have been included by Dyce and by Colonel
Cunningham in their successive editions of Marlowe. In my Note (Vol.
II., pp. 3-6), I give bibliographical and other details concerning
these Epigrams; and I correct a mis-assignation of certain by Dyce
to Davies that belong to Henry Hutton. It must be conceded that the
Epigrams have dashes of the roughness, even coarseness, of the age.
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xcix" id="Page_xcix">[Pg xcix]</a></span>They self-drevealingly belong to the wild-oats sowing of the Poet's
youthful period. Nevertheless, I have ventured their reproduction in
integrity for four reasons:—</p>
<p>(<i>a</i>) These Epigrams, from their subjects and style, are valuable, as
expressing the <i>tone</i> of society at the time.</p>
<p>(<i>b</i>) It would be <i>suppressio veri</i> to withhold them, toward an
accurate estimate of their Author. They furnish elements of judgment.</p>
<p>(<i>c</i>) They were what gained the Poet 'a name': even when tartly spoken
of by Guilpin he is called the 'English Martial' from them.</p>
<p>(<i>d</i>) These Epigrams belong to a section of our early Literature
that contemporaneously was abundant; and it were advantageous if
characteristics of particular periods were more recognised in literary
criticism.</p>
<p>Besides Guilpin, a very rare volume of early Verse by Ashmore,
furnishes a hitherto overlooked Epigram, wherein "Nosce Teipsum" and
the Epigrams, are noticed with well-put praise. I am fortunate enough
to be able to give it, which I do in its English form only, the Latin
being poor and inaccurate. It is inscribed "Ad D. Io. Davies, Milite
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_c" id="Page_c">[Pg c]</a></span>Iudicem Itinerium" and thus runs:—
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If Plato lived and saw those heaven-breathed Lines<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thou the Essence of the Soule confines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or merry Martiale read thy Epigrammes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where sportingly, these looser times thou blames:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though both excel, yet (in their severall wayes)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They both ore-come, would yeeld to thee the Prise."<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>His name-sake, John Davies of Hereford similarly saluted him. His
'Lines' with others, will appear more fitly in the fuller 'Life.'
Meanwhile, as carrying within it, perhaps the most memorable
circumstance appertaining to these 'Epigrams,' I must ask attention
here, to one of Wordsworth's finest minor poems—his</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ci" id="Page_ci">[Pg ci]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph4">"POWER OF MUSIC.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And take to herself all the wonders of old;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His station is there; and he works on the crowd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sways them with harmony merry and loud;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was aught ever heard like his fiddle and him?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What an eager assembly! what an empire is this!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So He, where he stands, is a centre of light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It gleams on the face, there, of the dusky-browed Jack,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What matter! he's caught—and his time runs to waste;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Newsman is stopped, though he stops on the fret;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the half-breathless Lamp-lighter—he's in the net!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If a thief could be here he might pilfer at ease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He stands, backed by the wall; he abates not his din;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cii" id="Page_cii">[Pg cii]</a></span>
<span class="i0">From the old and the young, from the poorest; and there!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O blest are the hearers, and proud be the hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a band;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am glad for him, blind as he is!—all the while<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not an inch of his body is free from delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can he keep himself still, if he would? oh, not he!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mark that Cripple who leans on his crutch; like a tower<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That long has leaned forward, leans hour after hour!—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Mother, whose spirit in fetters is bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, coaches and chariots! roar on like a stream;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They are deaf to your murmurs—they care not for you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor what ye are flying, nor what ye pursue!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>What is this but a glorified version of a portion of Epigram 38? Here
it is:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"As doth the Ballad-singer's auditory,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which hath at Temple-barre his standing chose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the vulgar sings an Ale-house story:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First stands a Porter: then, an Oyster-wife<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth stint her cry, and stay her steps to heare him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then comes a Cut-purse ready with a knife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then a Countrey-clyent passeth neare him;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ciii" id="Page_ciii">[Pg ciii]</a></span>
<span class="i0">There stands the Constable, there stands the whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, listening to the Song, heed not each other;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There by the Serjeant stands the debitor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And doth no more mistrust him than his brother:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus Orpheus to such hearers giveth musick<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Philo to such patients giveth physic."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Any charge of plagiarism were an outrage on Genius: but the coincidence
is remarkable. It is just possible that the later Poet may have found
the 'Epigrams' in his bookish friend <span class="smcap">Southey's</span> library,
and that the rough lines lingered semi-unconsciously in his memory.
The earlier is to the later, as a photograph of the actual coarse
street-group to the idealizations of the Artist: nevertheless it has
its own interest and value, neither are the Characters ill-chosen, nor
without humour.</p>
<p>But on the other hand Davies, in his 47th Epigram, was no doubt
influenced by a remembrance of Sidney's 30th Stella sonnet. The
likeness as to the countries mentioned is remarkable.<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a></p>
<p>One flagrant appropriater of Davies' Epigrams must be nailed-up, in
the person of William Winstanley in his "The Muses Cabinet stored with
variety of Poems, both pleasant and profitable. London 1655." Thus we
read "On Rembombo":—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_civ" id="Page_civ">[Pg civ]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Rembombo having spent all his estate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Went to the wars to prove more fortunate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being return'd, he speaks such warlike words,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No dictionary half the like affords:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He talks of flankers, gabions and scalados,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of curtneys, parapets & palizados,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Retreats & triumphs & of carnisadoes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of sallies, halfe moones & of ambuscadoes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I to requite the fustian termes he uses,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reply with words belonging to the Muses;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As Spondes, Dactiles & Hexameters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stops, commas, accents, types, tropes, & pentameters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Madrigalls, Epicediums, elegies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Satyres, Iambicks, & Apostrophes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Acrosticks, Aquiuoques, & epigrams:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus talking and being understood by neither,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We part wise as when we came together." (p. 43)</span>
</div></div>
<p>Let the Reader compare this with Davies' Epigram (Vol. II., p. 23-4).
Various others are similarly transmogrified; and John Heath also is
'spoiled' (in a double sense). Yet has Winstanley the impudence to
close his volume bitingly thus:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Cease Muse, here comes a criticke, close thy page,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These lines are not strong enough for this age;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nice new-fangled readers of these times<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will scarcely relish thy plain country rimes."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>The Minor Poems, not hitherto collected, will reward critical perusal.
Some of them are noticeable:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cv" id="Page_cv">[Pg cv]</a></span> quaint fancies, glances of wit and
wisdom, felicitous epithet, racy similes, aphoristic sayings, bird-like
notes of genuine music, and now and then, powerful sarcasm, will meet
the studious reader. The <span class="smcap">Hitherto Unpublished MSS.</span>, which
include, besides secular poems, his long vainly-sought Metaphrase
of certain Psalms, speak for themselves. And so I leave the Reader
to raise the lid of the casket of gems now put into his hands. It
demands robustness of brain and sensibilities of spirit to appreciate
adequately Sir John Davies as a Poet; but if, in all humility of
receptiveness and open-eyedness, these volumes be read, no one
competent can go away unimpressed. Whether as Thinker or Singer he must
be placed among the rare few who have enriched our highest Literature.</p>
<p class="author">
ALEXANDER B. GROSART.
</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cvi" id="Page_cvi">[Pg cvi]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="POSTSCRIPT" id="POSTSCRIPT">POSTSCRIPT.</a></p>
<p class="ph4">MINOR POEMS, ETC.</p>
<p>There are several things relative to the Minor Poems of Sir John Davies
that require statement and elucidation; and I deem it well to give such.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>I. The Ten Sonnets to Philomel and Hymn to Music.</p>
<p>II. The Entertainment to Elizabeth at Harefield by the Countess of
Derby.</p>
<p>III. The Poem to King James 1st.</p>
<p>IV. Dacus not Samuel Daniel.</p>
<p>V. Marston and "Orchestra," &c.</p>
<p>VI. Hymnes to Astræa.</p></div>
<p><i>I. The Ten Sonnets to Philomel and Hymn to Music.</i> In my Fuller
Worthies' Library edition of Davies, I admitted "Canzonet: a Hymne
in praise of Musick" among his Poems (pp. 297-9) because in the
"Rhapsody" it bore his initials I. D. precisely as his other accepted
pieces therein did. But I excluded the 'Ten Sonnets to Philomel' from
their having the signature originally of "Melophilus," and I. D. only
subsequently. I too hastily agreed with Sir Egerton Brydges (in his
edition of the "Rhapsody" 2 Vols., 1826) in assigning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cvii" id="Page_cvii">[Pg cvii]</a></span> them to Dean
Donne. I could not discern Donne's manner in the 'Canzonet,' and so
had no difficulty in rejecting Brydges' alleged 'internal evidence' in
respect of it, initialled as it was. Neither did I find the 'internal
evidence' in the 'Ten Sonnets' for its Donne authorship, but, in
addition to the early signature "Melophilus," there was a note of
"Manuscripts to get" by Davison, from Donne, that has seemed to warrant
the "Ten Sonnets" being regarded as his contribution, and the later I.
D. as representing J[ohn] D[onne], and not Sir John Davies. My friend
Dr. Brinsley Nicholson has satisfied me that Davison's List of MSS.
to be received could not refer to his "Rhapsody," but to some other
intended work or private collection; and so the one point in favour
of Donne falls to the ground. The evidence as communicated to myself,
and since, in a lengthy communication to the <i>Athenæum</i> (January 22d,
1876), may be thus summarized, (1) There is nothing in Davison's
notings which even hints that he was thinking of the "Rhapsody." (2)
The greater number of the MSS. mentioned never appeared even by a
specimen in the "Rhapsody." (3) The second entry is of</p>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Sports, Masks, and Entertainments">
<tr><td align="right" rowspan="2">"Sports, Masks, and Entertainments to y<sup>e</sup></td><td align="left">{ late Queen</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">{ the King," &c.</td></tr>
</table>
<p>Therefore it was written in or after 1603. But the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cviii" id="Page_cviii">[Pg cviii]</a></span> first edition of
the "Rhapsody" containing the "Hymn to Music" signed I. D., and the
"Ten Sonnets" signed "Melophilus," and in the subsequent editions I.
D., was published in 1602, (4) There is not in the subsequent editions
a single piece by any of these memorandum-noted authors that is not in
the first—so shewing further that the memorandum had no reference to
the "Rhapsody." Of Donne and Constable there are in the editions 1608,
1611, 1621, only those given in 1602, and in no edition at all is there
a single specimen of Ben Jonson, Hodgson, Harington, Joseph Hall, &c.,
&c. There remains thus only (5). The I. D. evidence, e.g.:</p>
<div class="center">
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The I. D. evidence">
<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="left">1602.</td><td align="left">1608.</td><td align="left">1611.</td><td align="left">1621.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Hymn</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="left">Unsigned.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Sonnets Melophilus.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">12 Wonders}</td><td align="left">Not</td><td align="left">John Dauis</td><td align="left">Sir John Dauis</td><td align="left">Sir John Davies</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Lottery}</td><td align="left">in</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="center">I. D.</td><td align="left">Sir I. D.</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">Contention}</td><td align="left">1st edn.</td><td align="left">Jonn Dauis</td><td align="left">Sir John Dauis.</td><td align="left">Unsigned.</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p class="center">Absence hear this my protestation. Unsigned in all four editions.</p>
<p>That two are unsigned in the 1621 edition is probably due to omission
made during the thorough re-distribution of the pieces into books of
Odes, &c., &c. Further (6) the "Hymn to Music" and the "Ten Sonnets"
follow consecutively, and are the very first among the "pieces by
sundry others." So in editions of 1608 and 1611 the "Twelve Wonders,"
"Lottery," and "Contention" are the first of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cix" id="Page_cix">[Pg cix]</a></span> the new pieces, in
fact, open the book and follow one another successively in a group of
three—John Dauis—I. D.—John Davies. (7) We gather from inspection
of the "Table" that (<i>a</i>) the "Lottery," I. D., is John Davies; (<i>b</i>)
that Davison put I. D. after the "Lottery," knowing that he had already
appropriated I. D. to the author of the "Hymne;" and what is more, he
chose to put I. D. to the "Lottery" just when he associated the "Ten
Sonnets" with I. D. and John Davies' poems by altering Melophilus to
I. D.; (<i>c</i>) at the same time he left "Absence hear," &c., unsigned;
(<i>d</i>) what has been said under (5) and (6) suggests that Davies was a
personal friend of Davison's, and this is strengthened by there being
no MS. of Davies noted as "to get." If so, Davison was still less
likely to use ambiguous initials for anything by Davies. Once more (8)
When we add to this that the "Hymne" must go with the "Ten Sonnets" and
that it is clearly by the author of "Orchestra"; and that neither the
"Hymne" nor the "Ten Sonnets" appear in any collection of Donne's poems
printed or in MS. the external evidence in favour of Sir John Davies
as author of the work is as strong as it well can be. Internally the
student of "Orchestra" and the "Hymnes to Astræa" will readily see the
"fine Roman hand" that wrote them in the "Hymne to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cx" id="Page_cx">[Pg cx]</a></span> Music" and related
"Ten Sonnets to Philomel." There is none of the style, or conceits, or
wording, or rhythm of Donne. I add finally (9) If the "Ten Sonnets to
Philomel" were based on real love experiences, we can understand how
at first at any rate the disguise of "Melophilus" might be preferred
to I. D. It does not seem probable that they were addressed to her who
became his wife. In accord with all this both the "Hymne to Music" and
the "Ten Sonnets to Philomel" are now included among Sir John Davies's
Poems (Vol. ii. pp. 96-106.)</p>
<p>II. <i>The Entertainment to Elizabeth at Harefield by the Countess of
Derby.</i> In the foot-notes to the "Lottery," (Vol. II., pp. 87-94)
several variations from Manningham's "Diary" are accepted as decided
improvements, especially those in <span class="smcap">VII.</span>, <span class="smcap">XIX.</span>,
and <span class="smcap">XXI.</span>, which were probably taken from a revised or
autograph MS. That Manningham had full information on the "Lottery"
is proved by the list he gives of the persons to whom the 'lots'
went, viz., <span class="smcap">I.</span>, To hir M<sup>tie</sup>. <span class="smcap">III.</span> La[dy]
Scroope. <span class="smcap">XXVII.</span> La[dy] Scudamore. <span class="smcap">VI.</span> Lady Francis.
<span class="smcap">VII.</span> Earle of Darby's countes. <span class="smcap">VIII.</span> Lady Southwell,
<span class="smcap">II.</span> Countess of Darby dowager: [the Lord Keeper's wife].
<span class="smcap">XII.</span> Countess of Kildare. <span class="smcap">XIII.</span> La[dy] Effingham.
<span class="smcap">XIX.</span> La[dy] Newton. <span class="smcap">XXI.</span> Not named.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxi" id="Page_cxi">[Pg cxi]</a></span> <span class="smcap">XXII.</span>
La[dy] Warwike. <span class="smcap">XXV.</span> La[dy] Dorothy. <span class="smcap">XXXIII.</span> La[dy]
Susan ... <span class="smcap">XXXII.</span> La[dy] Kidderminster. <span class="smcap">XXXI.</span> Blank.
But there remains an interesting question to be settled, viz., the
date of this "Lottery." Nichols, apparently on the sole authority of
the "Rhapsody," gives it to a visit to the Lord Keeper's town-house
[York House] in 1601; and assigns it to York House because Sir Thomas
Egerton did not buy Harefield till 1602, and clearly by the speeches
in the "Entertainment" the Queen had never been there before August,
1602. But the "Rhapsody" date is a slip of Davison's pen or of his
printer for 1602, and the "Lottery" took place at Harefield as part of
the "Entertainment." Notices in the "Lottery" itself guide us to this
conclusion, e.g., it was about August, for in Lot 22 we read:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"'Tis Summer yet,...<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But 'twill be winter one day, doubt you not."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>and the visit to Harefield was in August. Then there is this to
be noted that the masquer is "A Mariner ... supposed to come from
the Carrick." Let 'the' be marked '<i>the</i> Carrick.' The allusion is
historical. The Queen sent out Sir Richard Levison (or Lawson) and Sir
William Morrison on 19th and 26th March, 1602 to intercept the plate
fleet and do any other damage along the Spanish coast. They did not
get the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxii" id="Page_cxii">[Pg cxii]</a></span> Fleet and were wholly unsuccessful till 1st June, when they
came upon an immense 'carrick' from the East Indies of 1,600 tons
flanked on one side by a castle and on the other by eleven Spanish and
Portugese galleys. On the 2nd the admirals with five men of war and
two merchantmen Easterlings, beat the gallies and silenced the castle,
and on the 3rd the carrick surrendered with a cargo estimated by the
Portugese at a million of ducats. Our killed in this brilliant exploit
was six seamen (see Camden's Annals and Monson's Naval Tracts). This
proves that the Verses were <i>vers d'occasion</i>. We have '<i>the</i> carrick'
and Cynthia who sent forth Fortune to the sea, and many a "jewel and a
gem" brought, and Fortune so commanded</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">———"as makes me now to sing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is no fishing to the sea, no service to the King."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Further, the Queen writing to Lord Mountjoy (Deputy to Ireland) 15th
July 1602 says "... first to assure you that we have sent a fleet
to the coast of Spain, notwithstanding our former fleet returned
with the Carrick," which shows two things (1) That Lawson and Monson
had returned prior to the 15th of July (2) that the Queen had sent
out another fleet at once; and thus Davies' verses were the more
appropriate as being not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxiii" id="Page_cxiii">[Pg cxiii]</a></span> only a remembrance of good luck but an
anticipation of continued good fortune.</p>
<p>These proofs of date which require no confirmation are confirmed by
this, that Manningham after the "Lottery," and on the same leaf,
gives a "dialogue betweene the bayly and a dairy mayd" before "her
Mtis coming to the house," quoting a sentence from it as found in the
"Entertainment." This leads me to state why I have given the entire
"Entertainment" to Sir John Davies. It certainly is contrary to natural
expectation that the "Lottery" verses are not introduced into the
"Entertainment," and but for other considerations the inference might
have been that only the "Lottery" was by Davies, and the rest by some
other. But there is this explanation of the absence of the "Lottery"
verses, that evidently they formed part of the amusement of one of
the rainy days—for it was a wet S<sup>t</sup>. Swithin—when the speeches
and other things of the "Entertainment" took place without doors,
and distinct from the "Lottery." Then on reading the "Entertainment"
itself, there are manifold marks that the whole came from one pen,
and that pen Davies's; for throughout there is likeness of style and
thought to his avowed writings. Take these few examples: (1) "If<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxiv" id="Page_cxiv">[Pg cxiv]</a></span> thou
knewest the cause, thou wouldst not wonder; for I stay to entertaine
the Wonder of this time," &c. ("Entertainment," &c., Vol. II., pp.
249-50.) Cf. this with "Orchestra" st. 120, "wonder of posteritie"
(i.e., of her own time): (2) "The Guest that wee are to entertaine doth
fill all places with her divine vertues, as the Sunne fills the World
with the light of his beames." (<i>Ibid</i>, p. 250). Cf. Hymnes to Astræa,
XIV., stanza 2:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Behold her in her vertues' beames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Extending sun-like to all realities."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Again, XV., st. 1:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Eye of that mind most quicke and cleere,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like Heaven's eye, which from his spheare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into all things prieth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sees through all things euery where,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all their natures trieth."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>(3) "Though her selfe shall eclipse her soe much, as to suffer her
brightness to bee shadowed in this obscuere and narrow <i>Place</i>, yet the
sunne beames that follow her, the traine I meane that attends vpon her,
must, by the necessitie of this <i>Place</i>, be deuided from her." (<i>Ibid</i>,
p. 251). Cf. XIX., st. 1:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Eclipsed she is, and her bright rayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lie under vailes, yet many wayes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is her faire forme reuealed."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxv" id="Page_cxv">[Pg cxv]</a></span></p>
<p>'Beams' and 'sunbeams' are favourite words with Davies: so too
'mirror.' (4) "Time weare very vngratefull, if it should not euer stand
still, to serue and preserue, cherish and delight her, that is the
glory of her time, and makes the Time happy wherein she liueth" (<i>Ibid</i>
p. 251). Cf. II. st. 3, ll. 1-3.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Right glad am I that now I live:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even in these days whereto you give<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great happiness and glory."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>(5) "What if she make thee a contynewell holy-day, she makes me [Place]
a perpetuall sanctuary" (<i>Ibid</i> p. 251). Cf. IV., st. 1:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Each day of time, sweet moneth of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love makes a solemne holy-day."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>(6) "Doth not the presence of a Prince make a Cottage a Court, and the
presence of the Gods make euery place Heaven?" (<i>Ibid</i> pp. 251-2). Cf.
Dedication of "Nosce Teipsum":—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Stay long (sweet spirit) ere thou to Heauen depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makest each place a heauen wherein thou art."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>In the Verse (pp. 253-4) there are abundant parallels. I must content
myself with references. With the 1st stanza</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Beauties rose, and vertues booke, &c."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxvi" id="Page_cxvi">[Pg cxvi]</a></span></p>
<p>compare Hymnes to Astræa VII., st. 3: XVII., st. 2-3 and the
"Contention" (<i>ad. fin.</i>) and XIII. st. 2: XV. st. 2. Also IV. last 2
lines: VII. st. 3. ll. 1-3: X. last 4 lines. Similar results are found
on a comparison of the "Entertainment" with the "Dialogue between a
Gentleman Usher and a Poet" (Fuller Worthies' Library edn. of Davies'
Poems: pp. 15-21.)</p>
<p>I have accordingly given the whole "Entertainment" as belonging to
Sir John Davies. It is to be regretted that the Satyrs Verses are
unaccompanied by the rest of the Masque to which apparently they
belong. Harefield has the further light of glory on it of having been
the scene of Milton's "Arcades" and of the famous elm-aisle celebrated
by him in imperishable verse. The Countess of Derby, afterwards the
Lord Keeper's third wife, was the early friend of Spenser and of
Milton, and of all her eminent literary contemporaries.<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> </p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxvii" id="Page_cxvii">[Pg cxvii]</a></span></p>
<p>III. "<i>Yet other Twelve Wonders of the World.</i>" In foot-note (Vol. II.,
p. 67) I promise an account of an autograph MS. of this characteristic
set of verses. It finds more fitting place here than in the Preface.
The MS. is preserved at Downing College, Cambridge, and having been
described on p. 325 of the "Third Report of the Historical MSS.
Commissioners," Mr. Beedham,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxviii" id="Page_cxviii">[Pg cxviii]</a></span> (as before) was kind enough to make a
<i>literatim</i> transcript for me (with the permission of the College
authorities). The MS. is headed "Verses giuen to the L. Treasurer vpon
Newyeares day vpon a dosen of Trenchers by Mr. Davis." In the margin
against "The Lawyer," in the same handwriting as the Verses, is this:
"This is misplaced, it should be before the physis<sup>n</sup>," and similarly
against "The Country Gentleman," also in the same handwriting, is:
"This is misplaced, in the original it is before the m<sup>r</sup> chant."
There is nothing to give any clue as to the precise New Year's day upon
which the Verses were furnished to the Lord Treasurer; but unless I
very much mistake, they were the "cobweb" of his "inuention" enclosed
in that letter which Mr. J. Payne Collier supposed to have gone with a
gift-copy of "Nosce Teipsum." The letter speaks for itself:—</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>"Mr. Hicks. I have sent you heer inclosed that cobweb of my
invention which I promised before Christmas: I pray you present
it, commend it, and grace it, as well for your owne sake as mine:
bycause by your nominacion I was first put to this taske, for which
I acknowledge my self beholding to you in good earnest, though the
imployment be light and trifling, because I am glad of any occasion
of being made knowne to that noble gentl. whom I honore and admire
exceedingly. If ought be to be added, or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxix" id="Page_cxix">[Pg cxix]</a></span> alter'd; lett me heare from
you. I shall willingly attend to doo it, the more speedily if it
be before the terme. So in haste I commend my best service to you.
Chancery Lane, 20 Jan. 1600. Yours to do you service very willingly,
Jo. Davys." (Bibl. Account, V. I., pp. 193-4; no specification of
source beyond S. P. O.)</p></div>
<p>The handwriting of the copy in Downing College belongs to the close
of the 16th or to the earliest years of the 17th century. The second
marginal note above would seem to show that the transcript was made
from the original, then perhaps being circulated from hand to hand.
Specimens of variations may interest. In "The Courtier," l. 1, for
'liu'd' the MS. reads 'serued': l. 4, "from them that fall" for "such
as fall": l. 5, "my" for "a rich array": in the "Divine," l. 1, "one
cure doth me contente" for "and I from God am sent": l. 3, "true kinde"
for "kind true": l. 5, "Nor followe princes' Courts" for "Much wealth
I will not seeke ": "The Souldier," l. 6, "brag" for "boast": "The
Physitian," l. 1, "prolonge" for "vphold" and "life" for "state": l. 2,
"I" for "me" (<i>bis</i>): l. 6, "time & youth" for "youth and time": "The
Lawyer," l. 1, "My practice is the law" for "the Law my calling is":
ll. 5-6,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxx" id="Page_cxx">[Pg cxx]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Some say I haue good gifts, and love where I doe take</span>
<span class="i0">Yet never tooke I fee, but I advisd or spake,"</span>
<span class="i10">for</span>
<span class="i0">"Nor counsell did bewray, nor of both parties take,</span>
<span class="i0">Nor euer tooke I fee for which I neuer spake."</span>
</div></div>
<p>"The Merchant" l. 2, "vnknowne worlds ... kingdomes doth" for "unknowne
coasts ... countries to": "The Married Man," l. 4, "choise" for
"chance": "The Wife," l. 1, "my" for "our": l. 2, "Thither am I ...
where firste" for "I thither am ... from whence": l. 3,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I goe not maskd abroad to visit, when I do</span>
<span class="i0">My secrets I bewray to none but one or two,"</span>
<span class="i10">for</span>
<span class="i0">"I doe not visite oft, nor many, when I doe,</span>
<span class="i0">I tell my mind to few, and that in counsell too."</span>
</div></div>
<p>"The Widowe" l. 1, "dyinge" <i>is</i> inserted here before "husband": l.
3, "love" for "haue": l. 6, "Nor richer then I am, nor younger would
I seeme" for "Nor younger then I am, nor richer will I seeme": "The
Maide," l. 4, "of" for "on": l. 5, "but" for "yet." These embrace all
save orthographical and other slight variants. As derived from an
authentic <i>autograph</i> MS. the Downing College copy is interesting and
its variants serve further to illustrate the letter to Hicks wherein
Davies expresses his willingness to make<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxxi" id="Page_cxxi">[Pg cxxi]</a></span> any changes—which alone
might have led Mr. Collier to see that he could not possibly refer to
"Nosce Teipsum," which was then published.</p>
<p>IV. <i>Dacus not Samuel Daniel.</i> Turning to Epigrams 30 and 45 (pp.
30, 45) the reader will find in Dyce's note to the latter that he
identified 'Dacus' with Daniel, and the passage whereon he based the
identification. I passed his note though not at all satisfied with
the parallel of "dumb eloquence" to the Epigram's "silent eloquence."
Epigram 30 points rather to a rhymster of the John Taylor Water-Poet
type, and if one had patience to make the search "silent eloquence"
should doubtless be found in one or other of his many books—clumsily
appropriated from Sir Philip Sidney. Then the "dumb eloquence" of the
Complaint of Rosamond which Dyce quotes, was to the King <i>not</i> "to his
Mistress"—even if it were what the Epigram hints "silent eloquence."
<i>En passant</i> the phrases and variants on it was one of the aped phrases
of the gallants and poetasters of the day. Jonson who disliked Daniel,
ridicules the stanza in a way that informs us it was affected by them.
Griffin in his <i>Fidessa</i> also has it in his "dumb message of my hidden
grief." Further: Davies of Hereford in his "Scourge of Folly" who must
have known his namesake's use of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxxii" id="Page_cxxii">[Pg cxxii]</a></span> Dacus calls him Dacus the pot-poet
and speaks as much against his character as our Davies does against his
rhymes—all of which was curiously inapplicable to Samuel Daniel. At
the time Davies of Hereford wrote Daniel was a gentleman of the Queen's
bed-chamber. Lastly—and conclusively—Sir John Davies praises three
English poets in his "Orchestra" (Elizabethan edn.) of whom one is
Daniel:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O that I could old Gefferie's Muse awake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or borrow Colin's fayre heroike stile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or smooth my rimes with Delia's servant's file."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>(Vol. I. p. 212). It is a pleasure to be able to vindicate Sir John
Davies from abuse of so genuine a Poet-contemporary as Daniel, and
Daniel from so weighty an adverse judgment, had it really been
Davies's. To the same good friend who has so helped me elsewhere—Dr.
Brinsley Nicholson—I owe thanks for these too-long-delayed corrections.</p>
<p>V. <i>Marston and 'Orchestra.'</i> But if Harrington and Davies of Hereford
praised, there were others who had their jeers at Orchestra, e.g. John
Marston in his 11th Satire of his Scourge of Villanie, in ridiculing
the gallant who thinks of nothing but dancing, as he afterwards does
Luscus, who talks of nothing but Plays, and vents only play-scraps,
says (1599).</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxxiii" id="Page_cxxiii">[Pg cxxiii]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Who ever heard spruce skipping Curio<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere prate of ought but of the whirle on toe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="left" />
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Praise but Orchestra, and the skipping art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You shall command him, faith you have his hart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even capring in your fist."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Then there follows (<i>meo judicio</i>) a reminiscence or two of the poem
itself, and a laugh at the "worthy poet." Thus in 'Orchestra,' st. 59,
we have</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"According to the musicke of the spheres,"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>and st. 60,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And imitate the starres cælestiall."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>and st. 71, speaking of Castor and Pollux:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Where both are carried with an equall pace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Together iumping in their turning race,"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>and where, though 'iumping' is of course used in the sense not of our
'jumping' (leaping) but in that of equal or agreeing, as in "jump where
may find Cassio," or as where the folio (I. 1) has "just as this same
hour" the 4<sup>o</sup> Hamlet has "jump at this dead hour"; yet it has for the
context an unlucky sound and association. Hence Marston wickedly and
waggishly continues:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">"A hall, a hall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Roome for the spheres, the orbs celestiall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will daunce Kemps jigge; they'le revel with neate jumps;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A worthy poet hath put on their pumps.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_cxxiv" id="Page_cxxiv">[Pg cxxiv]</a></span>
<span class="i0">O wits quick traverse but <i>sance ceo's</i> slowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good faith 'tis hard for nimble Curio.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye gracious orbes, keepe the old measuring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All's spoilde if once yee fall to capering."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>VI. <i>Hymnes to Astræa.</i> I adhere to Sir John Davies' own form of
Astraea in the collective edition of 1621. Doubtless he and the Printer
meant it for "æ' not 'œ' inasmuch as besides Astraea's mythological
reign in the golden age over a people that became too wicked for her,
she became the constellation Virgo, as celebrated, among others, by
Barnfield in his <i>Cynthia</i>.<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> The whole of Hy. I. shows this, where
the flattery was specially apt to the subject on account of making
Astraea the daughter of Aurora: and so Hy. V. of the Lark: and Hy. XXI.</p>
<p class="author">
A. B. G.
</p>
<hr class="full" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
<h2>THE<br /><br />
COMPLETE POEMS<br /><br />
OF<br /><br />
SIR JOHN DAVIES:<br /><br /><br />
I. NOSCE TEIPSUM.</h2>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="NOTE" id="NOTE">NOTE.</a></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
<p>'Nosce Teipsum' was originally published in 1599 (4to). The following
is its title-page and collation:</p>
<p class="center">
Nosce teipsum<br />
<br />
<i>This Oracle expounded in two<br />
Elegies</i><br />
<br />
1. Of Humane knowledge.<br />
<br />
2. Of the Soule of Man, and the immortalitie<br />
thereof.<br />
<br />
[Wood-engraving of an anchor within a<br />
border and the motto Anchora Spei.]<br />
<br />
London,<br />
Printed by <i>Richard Field</i> for <i>Iohn Standish</i>,<br />
1599. [4to.]<br />
</p>
<p>Title-page—Dedication pp. 2—Of humane Knowledge pp. 1-8—Of the
soule of man and the immortalitie thereof pp. 9-101. A second edition
appeared in 1602, whereof the following are title-page and collation:—</p>
<p class="center">
Nosce teipsum,<br />
<br />
<i>This Oracle expounded in two<br />
Elegies</i>.<br />
<br />
1. Of Humane knowledge.<br />
<br />
2. Of the Soule of Man, and the immortalitie<br />
thereof.<br />
<br />
<i>Newly corrected and amended.</i><br />
<br />
London,<br />
Printed by <i>Richard Field</i> for <i>Iohn Standish</i>.<br />
1602. [4to.]<br />
Title-page—Dedication pp. 2, signed 'Dauys':<br />
poem pp. 101.<br />
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
<p>A third edition was issued in 1608. I give its title-page also:</p>
<p class="center">
Nosce teipsum<br />
<br />
<i>This Oracle expounded in two<br />
Elegies</i>.<br />
<br />
1. Of Humane Knowledge.<br />
<br />
2. Of the Soule of Man and the immortalitie<br />
thereof.<br />
<br />
<i>Written by</i> Sir Iohn Davis, <i>his Maiesties<br />
Atturney generall in Ireland</i>.<br />
<br />
London,<br />
Printed by Henry Ballard for<br />
<i>Iohn Standish</i>. 1608. [4to.]<br />
<br />
Collation same with the others, <i>supra</i>.<br />
</p>
<p>The next edition known to me, bears the date of 1618, along with
Orchestra and Hymnes to Astræa: and the last during the life-time of
the Author, was in the sm. 8vo of 1622, which volume contained the same
Poems with that of 1618.</p>
<hr class="short" />
<p>Our text is a faithful reproduction, including the significant and
suggestive italics, of the last edition published by Sir John Davies,
viz., that of 1622, with the few various readings from the first and
subsequent editions. The following is the title-page and collation of
1622 edn.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">
<i>Nosce Teipsum</i><br />
<br />
This Oracle expounded in two<br />
<i>Elegies</i>.<br />
<br />
1. Of Humane Knowledge.<br />
<br />
2. Of the Soule of Man, and the immortalitie<br />
thereof.<br />
<br />
Hymnes of <i>Astræa</i> in<br />
Acrosticke Verse.<br />
<br />
<span class="smcap">Orchestra</span>,<br />
<br />
OR,<br />
<br />
<i>A Poeme of Dauncing</i>.<br />
<br />
In a Dialogue betweene <i>Penelope</i><br />
and one of her Wooers.<br />
<br />
<i>Not finished.</i><br />
</p>
<hr class="short" />
<p class="center">
London,<br />
<br />
Printed by <i>Augustine Mathewes</i> for <i>Richard</i><br />
<i>Hawkins</i>, and are to be sold at his Shop in<br />
Chancery Lane, neere Serieants<br />
Inne. 1622. [8vo.]
</p>
<p>Title-page—Dedic<sup>n</sup> pp 2—Of Humane Knowledge pp 1-8—Of the
Soule of Man and the Immortalitie thereof pp 9-81. Hymnes pp 20
[unpaged]—Orchestra pp 47 [unpaged].</p>
<p>In my first edition of Sir John Davies' Poems in the Fuller Worthies'
Library, I printed, perhaps with too hasty decision, at the bottom
of each page, certain slight MS. notes written by the famous Bp.
Hacket, in his copy of Nosce Teipsum (1599). When it was too late to
stop progress, the mere curiosity of the jottings was perceived. I do
not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> deem it expedient to reproduce them here; but a specimen may be
acceptable, and here and there in the places, a few. I limit myself to
the Dedication:</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>Heading, 'soveraigne': Emmanuel [but Elizabeth was meant].</p>
<p>L. 1, 'maiestie': Elizabetha: and near it [meaningless] Richar[d]
Yeorck.</p>
<p>L. 1, 'North': Scotland [but erased], and so against 'sunne' (l. 2)
James, but erased.</p>
<p>L. 3, 'heauenly worth': Shewes for thy glory.</p>
<p>L. 5, 'alone': Supported by none but God.</p>
<p>L. 6, 'great States': Great affaires.</p>
<p>L. 8, 'the Almightie's hand': Per me reges regnant et dixi dii estis.</p>
<p>L. 10, 'Nature's dowre': Arte's excellence the gift of nature.</p>
<p>L. 13, 'Great Spirit': Deus.</p>
<p>L. 16, 'Cynthia': Luna.</p>
<p>L. 30, 'angell': Angellus Pommi.</p>
<p>L. 32, 'angell': [Αγ]γελλος Φὡτος.</p>
<p>L. 33, 'Heauen': Superior: to the higher heauen.</p>
<p>L. 34, 'heauen': Inferior.</p></div>
<p>These suffice to show how carefully, if not always accurately, the
good Bishop read the poem, but also how unimportant his notes are.
On the title-page opposite the words "This Oracle," &c., is written
"written in the temple of Apollo, letters commendatory." On <i>verso</i> of
the title-page, is this memorandum by a former owner: "This Edition
is extremely scarce. Vide Smith's Catgue. Iron Bridge,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> 1822. Pr. O.
16. O. This Book came out of Mr. Hacket's Library, a Descendant of Bp.
Hacket, whose Book it was, and the MS. notes are by him." The book is
now in the library of my excellent fellow-collector, G. W. Napier,
Esq., of Merchiston House, Alderley Edge, Manchester, to whom I owe its
re-use, as well as of other early editions of Davies. G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="I_Royal_Dedication" id="I_Royal_Dedication">I. Royal Dedication</a></h2>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">TO MY MOST GRACIOVS DREAD SOVERAIGNE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>To that cleere maiestie which in the North</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth, like another Sunne in glory rise;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Which standeth fixt, yet spreads</i><a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> her heauenly worth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Loadstone to hearts, and loadstarre to all eyes.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Like Heau'n in all; like th' Earth in this alone,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>That though</i><a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> <i>great States by her support doe stand,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Yet she herselfe supported is of none,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>But by the finger of the Almightie's hand:</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>To the diuinest and the richest minde,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Both by Art's purchase and by Nature's dowre,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>That euer was from Heau'n to Earth confin'd,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>To shew the vtmost of a creature's power:</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>To that great Spirit,</i><a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> <i>which doth great kingdomes mooue,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>The sacred spring whence </i>right<i> and </i>honor<i> streames,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Distilling </i>Vertue<i>, shedding </i>Peace<i> and </i>Loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>In euery place, as</i> Cynthia<i> sheds her beames:</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>I offer up some sparkles of that fire</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Whereby wee </i>reason, liue, and moue, and be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>These sparkes by nature euermore aspire,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Which makes them to so </i>high<i> an </i>highnesse<i> flee.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Faire</i> Soule<i>, since to the fairest body knit,</i><a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>You giue such liuely life, such quickning power,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Such sweet celestiall influences to it</i>,<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>As keepes it still in youth's immortall flower:</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>(As where the sunne is present all the yeere,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>And neuer doth retire his golden ray,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Needs must the Spring bee euerlasting there</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>And euery season like the month of May.)</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O! many, many yeeres may you remaine</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>A happy angell to this happy Land;</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Long, long may you on Earth our empresse raigne,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Ere you in Heauen a glorious angell stand.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i2"><i>Stay long (sweet spirit) ere thou to Heauen depart,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Which mak'st each place a heauen wherein thou art.</i><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="blockquote">
<p class="center">Her Maiestie's least and vnworthiest Subiect<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a></p>
<p class="author">
IOHN DAVIES.<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a><br />
</p></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">II. <span class="smcap">Another Dedication of a Gift-Copy (in MS.) in the possession of
His Grace the Duke of Northumberland, at Alnwick Castle.</span><a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a></p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p class="center"><i>To the right noble, valorous, and learned Prince Henry, Earle of
Northumberland</i>:</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The strongest and the noblest argument<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To proue the soule immortall, rests in this:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in no mortall thing it finds content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But seekes an object that æternall is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If any soule hath this immortall signe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(As every soule doth show it, more or lesse),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is your spirit, heröick and diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which this true noate most liuely doth expresse;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For being a prince, and hauing princely blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The noblest of all Europe in your vaines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Having youth, wealth, pleasure, and every good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all the world doth seek, with endlesse paynes.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet can you never fixe y<sup>r</sup> thoughts on these,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These cannot with your heavenly mind agree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These momentary objects cannot please,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your wingèd spirit, which more aloft doth flee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It only longs to learne and know the truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The truth of every thing, which never dies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nectar which præserves the soule in youth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The manna which doth minds immortalize.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These noble studdies, more ennoble you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bring more honor to your race and name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than Hotspur's fier, which did the Scots subdew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then Brabant's scion, or great Charles his name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then to what spirit shall I these noates commend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But unto that which doth them best expresse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who will to them more kind protection lend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then Hee which did protect me in distresse?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><a name="Of_Humane_Knowledge" id="Of_Humane_Knowledge"><i>Of Humane Knowledge.</i></a></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why did my parents send me to the Schooles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I with knowledge might enrich my mind?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since the <i>desire to know</i> first made men fools,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And did corrupt the root of all mankind:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when God's hand had written in the hearts<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the first Parents, all the rules of good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So that their skill infusde did passe all arts<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That euer were, before, or since the Flood;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when their reason's eye was sharpe and cleere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And (as an eagle can behold the sunne)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could haue approcht th' Eternall Light as neere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the intellectuall angels could haue done:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen then to them the <i>Spirit of Lyes</i> suggests<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they were blind, because they saw not ill;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And breathes into their incorrupted brests<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A curious <i>wish</i>, which did corrupt their <i>will</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For that same ill they straight desir'd to know;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which ill, being nought but a defect of good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In<a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> all God's works the Diuell could not show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While Man their lord in his perfection stood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So that themselues were first to doe the ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere they thereof the knowledge could attaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like him that knew not poison's power to kill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vntill (by tasting it) himselfe was slaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so by tasting of that fruite forbid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they sought <i>knowledge</i>, they did <i>error</i> find;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ill they desir'd to know, and ill they did;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to giue <i>Passion</i> eyes, made <i>Reason</i> blind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For then their minds did first in Passion see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those wretched shapes of <i>Miserie</i> and <i>Woe</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of <i>Nakednesse</i>, of <i>Shame</i>, of <i>Pouertie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which then their owne experience made them know.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But then grew <i>Reason</i> darke, that <i>she</i> no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could the faire formes of <i>Good<a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a></i> and <i>Truth</i> discern;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
<span class="i1"><i>Battes</i> they became, that <i>eagles</i> were before:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And this they got by their <i>desire</i> to <i>learne</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But we their wretched of-spring, what doe we?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doe not we still taste of the fruit forbid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whiles with fond<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> fruitlesse curiositie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In bookes prophane we seeke for knowledge hid?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What is this <i>knowledge</i> but the sky-stolne fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For which the <i>thiefe<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a></i> still chain'd in ice doth sit?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And which the poore rude <i>Satyre</i> did admire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And needs would kisse but burnt his lips with it.<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What is it? but the cloud of emptie raine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which when <i>Ioue's</i> guest imbrac't, hee monsters got?<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or the false <i>payles</i><a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a> which oft being fild with paine<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Receiv'd the water, but retain'd it not!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shortly, what is it but the firie coach<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which the <i>Youth</i> sought, and sought his death withal?<a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Or the <i>boye's</i> wings, which when he did approch<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>sunne's</i> hot beames, did melt and let him fall?<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet alas, when all our lamps are burnd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our bodyes wasted, and our spirits spent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we haue all the learnèd <i>Volumes</i> turn'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which yeeld mens wits both help and ornament:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What can we know? or what can we discerne?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When <i>Error</i> chokes the windowes of the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The diuers formes of things, how can we learne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That haue been euer from our birth-day blind?<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When <i>Reasone's</i> lampe, which (like the <i>sunne</i> in skie)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throughout <i>Man's</i> little world her beames did spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnder the ashes, halfe extinct, and dead:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How can we hope, that through the eye and eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can recollect these beames of knowledge cleere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So might the heire whose father hath in play<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wasted a thousand pound of ancient rent;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
<span class="i2">By painefull earning of a<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a> groate a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hope to restore the patrimony spent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wits that diu'd most deepe and soar'd most hie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seeking Man's pow'rs, haue found his weaknesse such:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth flie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"We learne so little and forget so much.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For this the wisest of all morall<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said, '<i>He knew nought, but that he nought did know</i>';<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the great mocking-Master mockt not then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he said, '<i>Truth was buried deepe<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> below</i>.'<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For how may we to others' things attaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When none of vs his owne soule vnderstands?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For which the Diuell mockes our curious braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When, '<i>Know thy selfe</i>' his oracle commands.<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For why should wee the busie Soule beleeue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When boldly she concludes of that and this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When of her selfe she can no iudgement giue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor how, nor whence, nor where, nor what she is?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All things without, which round about we see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We seeke to knowe, and how therewith to doe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that whereby we <i>reason, liue and be</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within our selues, we strangers are thereto.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We seeke to know the mouing of each spheare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the strange cause of th' ebs and flouds of <i>Nile</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of that clocke within our breasts we beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The subtill motions we forget the while.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We that acquaint our selues with euery<a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> <i>Zoane</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And passe both <i>Tropikes</i> and behold the <i>Poles</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we come home, are to our selues vnknown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vnacquainted still with our owne <i>Soules</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We study <i>Speech</i> but others we perswade;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We <i>leech-craft</i> learne, but others cure with it;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We interpret <i>lawes</i>, which other men haue made,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But reade not those which in our hearts are writ.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Is it<a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> because the minde is like the eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose rayes reflect not, but spread outwardly:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not seeing it selfe when other things it sees?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No, doubtlesse; for the mind can backward cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vpon her selfe, her vnderstanding light;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she is so corrupt, and so defac't,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As her owne image doth her selfe affright.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As in the fable of the Lady faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which for her lust was turnd into a cow;<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thirstie to a streame she did repaire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And saw her selfe transform'd she wist not how:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At first she startles, then she stands amaz'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At last with terror she from thence doth flye;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And loathes the watry glasse wherein she gaz'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shunnes it still, though she for thirst doe die:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so <i>Man's Soule</i> which did God's image beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And was at first faire, good, and spotlesse pure;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since with her <i>sinnes</i> her beauties blotted were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth of all sights her owne sight least endure:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For euen at first reflection she espies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such strange <i>chimeraes</i>, and such monsters there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such toyes, such <i>antikes</i>, and such vanities,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she retires, and shrinkes for shame and feare.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the man loues least at home to bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That hath a sluttish house haunted with <i>spirits</i>;<a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">So she impatient her owne faults to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Turnes from her selfe and in strange things delites.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For this few <i>know themselues</i>: for merchants broke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">View their estate with discontent and paine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>seas</i> are troubled, when they doe reuoke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their flowing waues into themselues againe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And while the face of outward things we find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pleasing and faire, agreeable and sweet;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These things transport, and carry out the mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That with her selfe her selfe<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> can neuer meet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet if <i>Affliction</i> once her warres begin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And threat the feebler <i>Sense</i> with sword and fire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Minde</i> contracts her selfe and shrinketh in,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to her selfe she gladly doth retire:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As <i>Spiders</i> toucht, seek their webs inmost part;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As <i>bees</i> in stormes vnto their hiues returne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As bloud in danger gathers to the heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As men seek towns, when foes the country burn.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If ought can teach vs ought, <i>Afflictions</i> lookes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Making vs looke<a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> into our selues so neere,)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Teach vs to <i>know our selues</i> beyond all bookes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or all the learned Schooles that euer were.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This <i>mistresse</i> lately pluckt me by the eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many a golden lesson hath me taught;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath made my <i>Senses</i> quicke, and Reason cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Reform'd my Will and rectifide my Thought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So doe the <i>winds</i> and <i>thunders</i> cleanse the ayre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So working lees<a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> settle and purge the wine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So lop't and prunèd trees doe flourish faire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So doth the fire the drossie gold refine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Neither <i>Minerua</i> nor the learnèd Muse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor rules of <i>Art</i>, not <i>precepts</i> of the wise;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could in my braine those beames of skill infuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As but the glance of this <i>Dame's</i> angry eyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She within <i>lists</i><a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a> my ranging minde hath brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That now beyond my selfe I list<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> not goe;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
<span class="i2">My selfe am <i>center</i> of my circling thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Onely <i>my selfe</i> I studie, learne, and know.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my bodie's of so fraile a kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As force without, feauers within can kill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know the heauenly nature of my minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But 'tis corrupted both in wit and will:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my <i>Soule</i> hath power to know all things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet is she blinde and ignorant in all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know I am one of Nature's little kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know my life's a paine and but a span,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I know my <i>Sense</i> is mockt with euery thing:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to conclude, I know my selfe a <span class="smcap">MAN</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is a <i>proud</i>, and yet a <i>wretched</i> thing.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="OF_THE_SOULE_OF_MAN_AND_THE_IMMORTALITE_THEREOF" id="OF_THE_SOULE_OF_MAN_AND_THE_IMMORTALITE_THEREOF">OF THE SOULE OF MAN AND THE IMMORTALITE THEREOF.</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The lights of heau'n</i> (which are the World's fair eies)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looke downe into the World, the World to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as they turne, or wander in the skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Suruey all things that on this <i>Center</i> bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet the <i>lights</i> which in my <i>towre</i> do shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mine <i>eyes</i> which view all obiects, nigh and farre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looke not into this little world of mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor see my face, wherein they fixèd are.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Since <i>Nature</i> failes vs in no needfull thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why want I meanes my inward selfe to see?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which sight the knowledg of my self might bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which to true wisdome is the first degree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That <i>Power</i> which gaue me eyes the World to view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see my selfe infus'd an <i>inward light</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereby my <i>Soule</i>, as by a mirror true,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of her owne forme may take a perfect sight,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But as the sharpest <i>eye</i> discerneth nought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except the <i>sunne</i>-beames in the ayre doe shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So the best <i>Soule</i><a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> with her reflecting thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sees not her selfe without some light diuine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O Light</i> which mak'st the light, which makes the day!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which setst the eye without, and mind within;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Lighten my spirit with one cleare heauenly ray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which now to view it selfe doth first begin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For her true forme how can my sparke discerne?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which dimme by <i>nature</i>, <i>Art</i> did neuer cleare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When the great wits, of whom all skill we learn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are ignorant both <i>what</i> shee is, and <i>where</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">One thinks the <i>Soule</i> is <i>aire</i>; another, <i>fire</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another <i>blood</i>, diffus'd about the heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Another saith, the <i>elements</i> conspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to her <i>essence</i> each doth giue a part.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Musicians</i> thinke our <i>Soules</i> are <i>harmonies</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Phisicians</i> hold that they <i>complexions</i> bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Epicures</i> make them swarmes of <i>atomies</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doe by chance into our bodies flee.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some thinke one generall <i>Soule</i> fils euery braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the bright <i>sunne</i> sheds light in euery starre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And others thinke the name of <i>Soule</i> is vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that we onely <i>well-mixt</i> bodies are.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In judgement of her <i>substance</i> thus they vary;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus they vary in iudgement of her <i>seat</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For some her chaire vp to the braine doe carry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some thrust it downe into the <i>stomackes</i> heat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some place it in the root of life, the <i>heart</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some in the <i>liuer</i><a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a>, fountaine of the veines;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some say, <i>Shee is all in all, and all in part</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some say, She is not containd but all containes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus these great clerks their little wisdome show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While with their doctrines they at <i>hazard</i> play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tossing their light opinions to and fro,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To mocke the <i>lewd</i>, as learn'd in this as they.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For no craz'd braine could euer yet propound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Touching the <i>Soule</i>, so vaine and fond a thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But some among these masters haue been found,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in their <i>Schooles</i> the self-same thing haue taught.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>God onely wise</i>, to punish pride of wit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Among men's wits hath this confusion wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the proud <i>towre</i> whose points the clouds did hit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By tongues' confusion was to ruine brought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But <i>Thou</i> which didst <i>Man's soule</i> of nothing make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when to nothing it was fallen agen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"To make it new, the forme of man didst take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And <i>God</i> with <i>God</i>, becam'st a <i>Man</i> with men.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou, that hast fashioned twice this <i>Soule</i> of ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So that she is by double title Thine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou onely knowest her nature and her pow'rs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her subtill forme Thou onely canst define.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To iudge her selfe she must her selfe transcend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As greater circles comprehend the lesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she wants power, her owne powers to extend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fettered men can not their strength expresse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Thou bright Morning Star, Thou rising <i>Sunne</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in these later times hast brought to light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those mysteries, that since the world begun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lay hid in darknesse, and eternall night:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou (<i>like the sunne</i>) dost with indifferent ray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the <i>palace</i> and the <i>cottage</i> shine,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And shew'st the <i>soule</i> both to the clerke and lay<a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the cleare <i>lampe</i> of Thy <i>Oracle</i> diuine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This Lampe through all the regions of my braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where my <i>soule</i> sits, doth spread such beames of grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As now, me thinks, I do distinguish plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each subtill line of her immortall face.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">What the soule is.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The soule a substance</i>, and a <i>spirit</i> is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which <i>God</i> Himselfe doth in the body make;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which makes the <i>Man</i>: for euery man from this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>nature</i> of a <i>Man</i>, and <i>name</i> doth take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though this<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> spirit be to the body knit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As an apt meane her powers to exercise;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which are <i>life</i>, <i>motion</i>, <i>sense</i>, and <i>will</i>, and <i>wit</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet she <i>suruiues</i>, although the body <i>dies</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the soule is a thing subsisting by it selfe without the
body.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>She is a substance</i>, and a reall thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which hath it selfe an actuall working might;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Which neither from the Senses' power doth spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor from the bodie's humors, tempred right.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She is a <i>vine</i>, which doth no propping need,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make her spread her selfe or spring vpright;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She is a <i>starre</i>, whose beames doe not proceed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From any <i>sunne</i>, but from a <i>natiue</i> light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when she sorts things <i>present</i> with things <i>past</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thereby things to <i>come</i> doth oft foresee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When she doth <i>doubt</i> at first, and <i>chuse</i> at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These acts her owne, without her body bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When of the deaw,<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a> which the <i>eye</i> and <i>eare</i> doe take<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From flowers abroad, and bring into the braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth within both waxe and hony make:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This worke is her's, this is her proper paine.<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she from sundry acts, one skill doth draw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gathering from diuers fights one art<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a> of warre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From many cases like, one rule of Law;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These her collections, not the <i>Senses</i> are.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When in th' effects she doth the causes know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And seeing the stream, thinks wher the spring doth rise;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And seeing the branch, conceiues the root below;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These things she views without the bodie's eyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she, without a <i>Pegasus</i>, doth flie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Swifter then lightning's fire from <i>East</i> to <i>West</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About the <i>Center</i> and aboue the <i>skie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She trauels then, although the body rest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When all her works she formeth first within,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proportions them, and sees their perfect end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere she in act does anie part begin;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What instruments doth then the body lend?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When without hands she doth thus<a name="FNanchor_93_93" id="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a> <i>castles</i> build,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sees without eyes, and without feet doth runne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When she digests the world, yet is not fil'd:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By her owne power these miracles are done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she defines, argues, diuides, compounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Considers <i>vertue</i>, <i>vice</i>, and <i>generall things</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And marrying diuers principles and grounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out of their match a true conclusion brings.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These actions in her closet all alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Retir'd within her selfe) she doth fulfill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vse of her bodie's organs she hath none,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When she doth vse the powers of Wit and Will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet in the bodie's prison so she lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As through the bodie's windowes she must looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her diuers powers of <i>sense</i> to exercise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By gath'ring notes out of the <i>World's</i> great book.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor can her selfe discourse or iudge of ought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But what the <i>Sense</i> collects and home doth bring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet the power of her discoursing thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From these collections, is a diuers thing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For though our eyes can nought but colours see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet colours giue them not their powre of sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So, though these fruits of <i>Sense</i> her obiects bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet she discernes them by her proper light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The workman on his stuffe his skill doth show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet the stuffe giues not the man his skill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Kings</i> their affaires do by their seruants know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But order them by their owne royall will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, though this cunning mistresse and this queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth, as her instrument, the <i>Senses</i> vse,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
<span class="i2">To know all things that are <i>felt</i>, <i>heard</i>, or <i>seene</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet she her selfe doth onely <i>iudge</i> and <i>chuse</i>:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen as our great wise <i>Empresse</i><a name="FNanchor_94_94" id="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a> that now raignes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By <i>soueraigne</i> title ouer sundry Lands;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Borrowes in meane affaires her <i>subiects</i> paines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sees by their eyes, and writeth by their hands;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But things of waight and consequence indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her selfe doth in her chamber them debate;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where all her Counsellers she doth exceed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As farre in iudgement, as she doth in State.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or as the man whom she doth now aduance,<a name="FNanchor_95_95" id="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vpon her gracious <i>mercy-seat</i> to sit;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth common things, of course and circumstance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the reports of common men commit:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when the cause it selfe must be decreed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Himselfe in person, in his proper Court,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To graue and solemne hearing doth proceed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of euery proofe and euery by-report.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, like God's angell he pronounceth right,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And milke and hony from his tongue doth flow;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Happie are they that still are in his sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To reape the wisedome which his lips doe sow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Right so the <i>Soule</i>, which is a lady free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth the iustice of her <i>State</i> maintaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because the senses ready seruants be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Attending nigh about her Court, the braine:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By them the formes of outward things she learnes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they returne into the fantasie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What euer each of them abroad discernes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And there inrole it for the Minde to see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when she sits to iudge the good and ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to discerne betwixt the false and true;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She is not guided by the <i>Senses'</i> skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But doth each thing in her owne mirrour view.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then she the <i>Senses</i> checks, which oft do erre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And euen against their false reports decrees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And oft she doth condemne what they preferre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For with a power aboue the <i>Sense</i>, she sees.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore no <i>Sense</i> the precious ioyes conceiues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in her priuate contemplations bee;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
<span class="i2">For then the rauish't spirit the <i>Senses</i> leaues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath her owne powers, and proper actions free.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her harmonies are sweet, and full of skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When on the Bodie's instrument she playes;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But the proportions of the <i>wit</i> and <i>will</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those sweete accords, are euen the angel's layes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These tunes of <i>Reason</i> are <i>Amphion's</i> lyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherewith he did the <i>Thebane</i> citie found;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These are the notes wherewith the heauenly <i>quire</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The praise of Him which made<a name="FNanchor_96_96" id="FNanchor_96_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a> the heauen doth sound.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then her <i>selfe-being nature</i> shines in this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That she performes her noblest works alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"The <i>worke</i>, the touch-stone of the <i>nature</i> is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And by their operations, things are knowne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the soule is more then a perfection or reflection of the
sense.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Are they not sencelesse</i> then, that thinke the Soule<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nought but a fine perfection of the <i>Sense</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or of the formes which <i>fancie</i> doth enroule,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A q<i>uicke resulting</i>, and a <i>consequence</i>?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What is it then that doth the <i>Sense</i> accuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both of <i>false judgements</i>, and <i>fond appetites</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What makes vs do what <i>Sense</i> doth most refuse?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which oft in torment of the <i>Sense</i> delights?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sense</i> thinkes the <i>planets</i>, <i>spheares</i> not much asunder;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What tels vs then their distance is so farre?<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> thinks the lightning borne before the thunder;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What tels vs then they both together are?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When men seem crows far off vpon a towre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> saith, th'are crows; what makes vs think them men?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we in <i>agues</i>, thinke all sweete things sowre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What makes vs know our tongue's false iudgement then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What power was that, whereby <i>Medea</i> saw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And well approu'd, and prais'd the better course,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When her rebellious <i>Sense</i> did so withdraw<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her feeble powers, as she pursu'd the worse?<a name="FNanchor_97_97" id="FNanchor_97_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Did <i>Sense</i> perswade <i>Vlisses</i> not to heare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mermaid's songs, which so his men did please;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
<span class="i2">As they were all perswaded, through the eare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To quit the ship, and leape into the <i>seas</i>?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Could any power of <i>Sense</i> the <i>Romane</i> moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To burn his own right hand with courage stout?<a name="FNanchor_98_98" id="FNanchor_98_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could <i>Sense</i> make <i>Marius</i> sit vnbound, and proue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cruell lancing of the knotty gout?<a name="FNanchor_99_99" id="FNanchor_99_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Doubtlesse in <i>Man</i> there is a <i>nature</i> found,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beside the <i>Senses</i>, and aboue them farre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Though most men being in sensuall pleasures drownd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"It seemes their <i>Soules</i> but in their <i>Senses</i> are.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we had nought but <i>Sense</i>, then onely they<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should haue sound minds, which haue their <i>Senses</i> sound;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But <i>Wisdome</i> growes, when <i>Senses</i> doe decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>Folly</i> most in quickest <i>Sense</i> is found.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we had nought but <i>Sense</i>, each liuing wight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which we call <i>brute</i>, would be more sharp then we;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As hauing <i>Sense's apprehensiue might</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In a more cleere, and excellent degree.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But they doe want that <i>quicke discoursing power</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth in vs the erring <i>Sense</i> correct;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore the <i>bee</i> did sucke the painted flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>birds</i>, of grapes, the cunning shadow, peckt.<a name="FNanchor_100_100" id="FNanchor_100_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sense</i> outsides knows; the Soule throgh al things sees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i>, <i>circumstance</i>; she, doth the <i>substance</i> view;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> sees the barke, but she, the life of trees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> heares the sounds, but she, the concords true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But why doe I the <i>Soule</i> and <i>Sense</i> diuide?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When <i>Sense</i> is but a power, which she extends;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which being in diuers parts diuersifide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The diuers formes of obiects apprehends?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This power spreds outward, but the root doth grow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In th' inward <i>Soule</i>, which onely doth perceiue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For th' <i>eyes</i> and <i>eares</i> no more their obiects know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then glasses know what faces they receiue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For if we chance to fixe our thoughts elsewhere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Although our eyes be ope, we cannot see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And if one power did not both see and heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our sights and sounds would alwayes double be.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then is the <i>Soule</i> a nature, which containes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The powre of <i>Sense</i>, within a greater power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth imploy and vse the <i>Senses</i> paines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But sits and rules within her priuate bower.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the Soule is more then the Temperature<a name="FNanchor_101_101" id="FNanchor_101_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a> of the Humors of
the Body.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>If shee doth then</i> the subtill <i>Sense</i> excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How gross are they that drown her in the blood!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or in the bodie's humors tempred well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As if in them such high perfection stood?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As if most skill in that <i>Musician</i> were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which had the best, and best tun'd instrument;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As if the pensill neate<a name="FNanchor_102_102" id="FNanchor_102_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a> and colours cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had power to make the Painter excellent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why doth not beautie then refine the wit?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And good complexion rectifie the will?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why doth not health bring wisdom still with it?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why doth not sicknesse make men bruitish still?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who can in <i>memory</i>, or <i>wit</i>, or <i>will</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or <i>ayre</i>, or <i>fire</i>, or <i>earth</i>, or <i>water</i> finde?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
<span class="i2">What alchymist can draw, with all his skil,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>quintessence</i> of these, out of the mind?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If th' <i>elements</i> which haue nor <i>life</i>, nor <i>sense</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can breed in vs so great a powre as this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why giue they not themselues like excellence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or other things wherein their mixture is?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If she were but the Bodie's qualitie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then would she be with it <i>sicke</i>, <i>maim'd</i> and <i>blind</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we perceiue where these priuations be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A <i>healthy</i>, <i>perfect</i>, and <i>sharpe-sighted</i> mind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If she the bodie's nature did pertake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her strength would with the bodie's strength decay;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But when the bodie's strongest sinewes slake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then is the <i>Soule</i> most actiue, quicke and gay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If she were but the bodie's accident,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And her sole <i>being</i> did in it subsist;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As <i>white in snow</i>; she might her selfe absent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in the bodie's substance not be mist.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But <i>it</i> on <i>her</i>, not <i>shee</i> on <i>it</i> depends;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For <i>shee</i> the body doth sustaine and cherish;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such secret powers of life to it she lends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That when they faile, then doth the body perish.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Since then the <i>Soule works by her selfe alone,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Springs not from Sense, nor humors, well agreeing</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her nature is peculiar, and her owne:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She is a <i>substance</i>, and a <i>perfect being</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the Soule is a Spirit.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But though this substance be the root of <i>Sense</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Sense</i> knowes her not, which doth but <i>bodies</i> know;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Shee is a spirit</i>, and heauenly influence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which from the fountaine of God's Spirit doth flow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shee is a Spirit, yet not like <i>ayre</i>, or <i>winde</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor like the <i>spirits</i> about the <i>heart</i> or <i>braine</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor like those spirits which alchymists do find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they in euery thing seeke gold in <i>vaine</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For shee all <i>natures</i> vnder heauen doth passe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being like those spirits, which God's bright face do see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or like <i>Himselfe</i>, Whose <i>image</i> once she was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though now (alas!) she scarce His <i>shadow</i> bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet of the <i>formes</i>, she holds the first degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That are to grosse materiall bodies knit;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet shee her selfe is <i>bodilesse</i> and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though confin'd, is almost infinite.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That it cannot be a Body.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Were she a <i>body</i> how could she remaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within this body, which is lesse then she?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or how could she the world's great shape contain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in our narrow brests containèd bee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All <i>bodies</i> are confin'd within some place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But <i>she</i> all place within her selfe confines;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All <i>bodies</i> haue their measure, and their space,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But who can draw the <i>Soule's</i> dimensiue lines?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No <i>body</i> can at once two formes admit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except the one the other doe deface;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But in the <i>soule</i> ten thousand formes do sit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And none intrudes into her neighbour's place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All <i>bodies</i> are with other bodies fild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she receiues both heauen and earth together;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor are their formes by rash incounter spild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For there they stand, and neither toucheth either.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor can her wide imbracements fillèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they that most, and greatest things embrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Inlarge thereby their minds' capacitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As streames inlarg'd, inlarge the channel's space.<a name="FNanchor_103_103" id="FNanchor_103_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All things receiu'd, doe such proportion take,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>As those things haue, wherein they are receiu'd</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So little glasses little faces make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And narrow webs on narrow frames be weau'd;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then what vast body must we make the <i>mind</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherin are men, beasts, trees, towns, seas, and lands;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet each thing a proper place doth find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And each thing in the true proportion stands?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Doubtlesse this could not bee, but that she turnes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bodies to spirits, by <i>sublimation</i> strange;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fire conuerts to fire the things it burnes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As we our meats into our nature change.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From their grosse <i>matter</i> she abstracts the <i>formes</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And drawes a kind of <i>quintessence</i> from things;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which to her proper nature she transformes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bear them light on her celestiall wings:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This doth she, when, from things <i>particular</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth abstract the <i>universall kinds</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which bodilesse and immateriall are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And can be lodg'd but onely in our minds:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thus from diuers <i>accidents</i> and <i>acts</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doe within her obseruation fall,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
<span class="i2">She goddesses, and powers diuine, abstracts:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As <i>Nature</i>, <i>Fortune</i>, and the <i>Vertues</i> all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Againe, how can she seuerall <i>bodies</i> know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If in her selfe a <i>bodie's</i> forme she beare?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How can a mirror sundry faces show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If from all shapes and formes it be not cleare?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor could we by our eyes all colours learne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except our eyes were of all colours voide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor sundry tastes can any tongue discerne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is with grosse and bitter humors cloide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor may a man of <i>passions</i> iudge aright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except his minde bee from all passions free;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor can a <i>Iudge</i> his office well acquite,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If he possest of either partie bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If lastly, this quicke power a body were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were it as swift as is<a name="FNanchor_104_104" id="FNanchor_104_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a> the <i>winde</i> or <i>fire</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Whose atomies doe th' one down side-waies beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And make the other in <i>pyramids</i> aspire:)<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her nimble body yet in time must moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not in instants through all places slide;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But she is nigh, and farre, beneath, aboue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In point of time, which thought cannot deuide:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She is sent as soone to <i>China</i> as to <i>Spaine</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thence returnes, as soone as shee is sent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She measures with one time, and with one paine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An ell of silke, and heauen's wide spreading tent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As then the <i>Soule</i> a substance hath alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Besides the Body in which she is confin'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So hath she not a <i>body</i> of her owne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But is a <i>spirit</i>, and <i>immateriall minde</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the Soule is created immediately by God.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Since body and soule</i> haue such diuersities,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Well might we muse, how first their match began;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that we learne, that He that spread the skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fixt the Earth, first form'd the <i>soule</i> in man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This true <i>Prometheus</i> first made Man of earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shed in him a beame of heauenly fire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now in their mother's wombs before their birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth in all sonnes of men their <i>soules</i> inspire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as <i>Minerua</i> is in fables said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From <i>Ioue</i>, without a mother to proceed;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
<span class="i2">So our true <i>Ioue</i>, without a mother's ay'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth daily millions of <i>Mineruas</i> breed.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Erronious opinions of the Creation of Soules.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then neither from eternitie before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor from the time when <i>Time's</i> first point begun;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Made He all <i>souls</i>: which now He keepes in store,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some in the moone, and others in the sunne:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor in a <i>secret cloyster</i> doth Hee keepe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These virgin-spirits, vntill their marriage-day;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor locks them vp in chambers, where they sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till they awake, within these beds of clay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor did He first a certaine number make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Infusing part in <i>beasts</i>, and part in <i>men</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, as vnwilling further paines to take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would make no more then those He framèd then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So that the widow <i>Soule</i> her <i>body</i> dying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto the next-borne <i>body</i> married was;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so by often changing and supplying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mens' <i>soules</i> to beasts, and beasts to men did passe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">(These thoughts are fond; for since the bodies borne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be more in number farre then those that dye;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Thousands must be abortiue, and forlorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere others' deaths to them their <i>soules</i> supply.)<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But as <i>God's handmaid</i>, <i>Nature</i>, doth create<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bodies in time distinct, and order due;<a name="FNanchor_105_105" id="FNanchor_105_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">So God giues <i>soules</i> the like successiue date,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which <i>Himselfe</i> makes, in bodies formèd new:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Which <i>Him selfe</i> makes, of no materiall thing;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For vnto angels He no power hath giuen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Either to forme the shape, or stuffe to bring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From <i>ayre</i> or <i>fire</i>, or <i>substance of the heauen</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor He in this doth <i>Nature's</i> seruice vse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For though from bodies, she can bodies bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet could she neuer soules from Soules <i>traduce</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fire from fire, or light from light doth spring.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection:—That the Soule is Extraduce.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alas! that some, that were great lights of old,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in their hands the <i>lampe</i> of God did beare;<a name="FNanchor_106_106" id="FNanchor_106_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some reuerend Fathers did this error hold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hauing their eyes dim'd with religious feare!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when (say they) by Rule of Faith we find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That euery <i>soule</i> vnto her <i>body</i> knit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brings from the mother's wombe, the <i>sinne of kind</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The roote of all the ill she doth commit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How can we say that God the <i>Soule</i> doth make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we must make Him author of her sinne?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then from man's soule she doth beginning take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since in man's soule corruption did begin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For if God make her, first He makes her ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Which God forbid our thoghts should yeeld vnto!)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or makes the body her faire forme to spill,<a name="FNanchor_107_107" id="FNanchor_107_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, of it selfe it had no power to doe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not <i>Adam's body</i> but his <i>soule</i> did sinne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so her selfe vnto corruption brought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But the poore <i>soule</i> corrupted is within,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere shee had sinn'd, either in act, or thought:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet we see in her such powres diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As we could gladly thinke, <i>from God she came</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Faine would we make Him Author of the wine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If for the dregs we could some other blame.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Answere to the Obiection.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Thus these</i> good men with holy zeale were blind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When on the other part the truth did shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereof we doe cleare demonstrations find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By light of <i>Nature</i>, and by light <i>Diuine</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">None are so grosse as to contend for this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That soules from bodies may traducèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Betweene whose natures no proportion is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When roote and branch in nature still agree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But many subtill wits haue iustifi'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That <i>soules</i> from <i>soules</i> spiritually may spring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which (if the nature of the <i>soule</i> be tri'd)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will euen in Nature proue as grosse a thing.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reasons drawne from Nature.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For all things made, are either made of nought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or made of stuffe that ready made doth stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of nought no creature euer formèd ought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For that is proper to th' Almightie's hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If then the <i>soule</i> another <i>soule</i> doe make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because her power is kept within a bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee must some former stuffe or <i>matter</i> take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But in the soule there is no <i>matter</i> found.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then if her heauenly Forme doe not agree<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With any <i>matter</i> which the world containes;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then she of nothing must created bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to <i>create</i>, to God alone pertaines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Againe, if <i>soules</i> doe other <i>soules</i> beget,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis by themselues, or by the bodie's power;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If by themselues, what doth their working let,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But they might <i>soules</i> engender euery houre?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If by the body, how can <i>wit</i> and <i>will</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ioyne with the body onely in this act?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith<a name="FNanchor_108_108" id="FNanchor_108_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a> when they doe their other works fulfill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They from the body doe themselues <i>abstract</i>?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Againe, if <i>soules</i> of <i>soules</i> begotten were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into each other they should change and moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>change</i> and <i>motion still corruption</i> beare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How shall we then the <i>soule</i> immortall proue?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If lastly, <i>soules</i> doe<a name="FNanchor_109_109" id="FNanchor_109_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a> generation vse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then should they spread incorruptible seed;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>
<span class="i2">What then becomes of that which they doe lose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When th' acts of generation doe not speed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though the <i>soule</i> could cast spirituall seed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet <i>would</i> she not, because she <i>neuer dies</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For mortall things desire their <i>like</i> to breed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That so they may their kind immortalize.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore the angels, sonnes of God are nam'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And marry not, nor are in marriage giuen;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their spirits and ours are of one <i>substance</i> fram'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And haue one Father, euen the <i>Lord of heauen</i>:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who would at first, that in each other thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>earth</i> and <i>water</i> liuing <i>soules</i> should breed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that <i>man's soule</i> whom He would make their king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should from Himselfe immediatly proceed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when He took the <i>woman</i> from <i>man's</i> side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doubtlesse Himselfe inspir'd her <i>soule</i> alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For 'tis not said, He did <i>man's soule</i> diuide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But took <i>flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lastly, God being made Man for man's owne sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And being like Man in all, except in sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His body from the <i>virgin's</i> wombe did take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But all agree, <i>God form'd His soule within</i>.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then is the <i>soule</i> from God; so <i>Pagans</i> say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which saw by <i>Nature's</i> light her heauenly kind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Naming her <i>kin to God, and God's bright ray</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A citizen of Heauen to Earth confined.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now, I feele, they plucke me by the eare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom my young <i>Muse</i> so boldly termèd blind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And craue more heauenly light, that cloud to clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which makes them think God doth not make the mind.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reasons drawne from Diuinity.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God doubtlesse makes her, and doth make her good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And graffes her in the body, there to spring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, though it be corrupted, flesh and blood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can no way to the <i>Soule</i> corruption bring:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet this <i>Soule</i> (made good by God at first,<a name="FNanchor_110_110" id="FNanchor_110_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not corrupted by the bodie's ill)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Euen in the wombe is sinfull, and accurst,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere shee can <i>iudge</i> by <i>wit</i> or <i>chuse</i> by <i>will</i>.<a name="FNanchor_111_111" id="FNanchor_111_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet is not God the Author of her sinne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though Author of her <i>being</i>, and <i>being there</i>;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And if we dare to iudge our <i>Iudge</i> herein,<a name="FNanchor_112_112" id="FNanchor_112_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He can condemne vs, and Himselfe can cleare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">First, God from infinite eternitie<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Decreed</i>, what <i>hath beene</i>, <i>is</i>, or <i>shall bee</i> done;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And was resolu'd, that euery man should bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in his turne, his race of life should run:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so did purpose all the <i>soules</i> to make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That euer <i>have beene</i> made, or <i>euer shall</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that their <i>being</i> they should onely take<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In humane bodies, or not <i>bee</i> at all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Was it then fit that such a weake euent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(<i>W[e]aknesse it selfe</i>,—the sinne and fall of Man)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His counsel's execution should preuent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Decreed and fixt before the World began?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or that one <i>penall law</i> by <i>Adam</i> broke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should make God breake His owne <i>eternall Law</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The setled order of the World reuoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And change all forms of things, which He foresaw?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Could <i>Eue's</i> weake hand, extended to the tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In sunder rend that <i>adamantine chaine</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Whose golden links, <i>effects</i> and causes be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And which to God's owne chair doth fixt remaine.<a name="FNanchor_113_113" id="FNanchor_113_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O could we see, how cause from cause doth spring!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How mutually they linkt and folded are!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And heare how oft one disagreeing string<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The harmony doth rather make then marre?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And view at once, how <i>death</i> by <i>sinne</i> is brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And how from <i>death</i>, a better <i>life</i> doth rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How this God's <i>iustice</i>, and His <i>mercy</i> tought:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We this decree would praise, as right and wise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But we that measure times by first and last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sight of things successiuely, doe take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When God on all at once His view doth cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of all times doth but one <i>instant</i> make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All in <i>Himselfe</i> as in a <i>glasse</i> Hee sees,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For <i>from Him, by Him, through Him, all things bee</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His sight is not discoursiue, by degrees,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But seeing the whole, each single part doth see.<a name="FNanchor_114_114" id="FNanchor_114_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He lookes on <i>Adam</i>, as a <i>root</i>, or <i>well</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on his heires, as <i>branches</i>, and as <i>streames</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sees <i>all</i> men as <i>one</i> Man, though they dwell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In sundry cities, and in sundry realmes:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the <i>roote</i> and <i>branch</i> are but one <i>tree</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>well</i> and <i>streame</i> doe but one <i>riuer</i> make;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So, if the <i>root</i> and <i>well</i> corrupted bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>streame</i> and <i>branch</i> the same corruption take:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the root and fountaine of Mankind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did draw corruption, and God's curse, by sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This was a charge that all his heires did bind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all his offspring grew corrupt therein.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as when the hand doth strike, the Man offends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(For <i>part from whole, Law seuers not in this</i>)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So <i>Adam's</i> sinne to the whole kind extends;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all their natures are but part of his.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore this <i>sinne of kind</i>, not personall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But reall and hereditary was;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The guilt whereof, and punishment to all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By course of Nature, and of Law doth passe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For as that easie Law was giuen to all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To ancestor and heire, to first and last;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
<span class="i2">So was the first transgression generall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all did plucke the fruit and all did tast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of this we find some foot-steps in our Law,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth her root from God and Nature take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten thousand men she doth together draw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of them all, one Corporation make:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet these, and their successors, are but one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And if they gaine or lose their liberties;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They harme, or profit not themselues alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But such as in succeeding times shall rise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so the ancestor, and all his heires,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though they in number passe the stars of heauen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are still but one; his forfeitures are theirs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vnto them are his aduancements giuen:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His ciuill acts doe binde and bar them all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as from <i>Adam</i>, all corruption take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So, if the father's crime be <i>capitall</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all the <i>bloud</i>, Law doth <i>corruption</i> make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Is it then iust with vs, to dis-inherit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The vnborn nephewes for the father's fault?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to aduance againe for one man's merit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A thousand heires, that have deservèd nought?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And is not God's decree as iust as ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If He, for <i>Adam's</i> sinne, his sonnes depriue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of all those natiue vertues, and those powers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which He to him, and to his race did giue?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For what is this contagious sinne of kinde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But a priuation of that grace within?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of that great rich dowry of the minde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all had had, but for the first man's sin?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If then a man, on light conditions gaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A great estate, to him and his, for euer;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If wilfully he forfeit it againe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who doth bemone his heire or blame the giuer?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, though God make the <i>Soule</i> good, rich and faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet when her forme is to the body knit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which makes the Man, which man is <i>Adam's heire</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Iustly forth-with He takes His grace from it:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then the soule being first from nothing brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When God's grace failes her, doth to nothing fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And this <i>declining pronenesse unto nought</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is euen that sinne that we are borne withall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet not alone the first good qualities,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in the first <i>soule</i> were, depriuèd are;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But in their place the contrary doe rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And reall spots<a name="FNanchor_115_115" id="FNanchor_115_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a> of sinne her beauty marre.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor is it strange, that Adam's ill desart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should be transferd vnto his guilty Race;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Christ His grace and iustice doth impart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To men vniust, and such as haue no grace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lastly, the <i>Soule</i> were better so to bee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Borne slaue to sinne, then not to be at all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since (if she do belieue) One sets her free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That makes her mount the higher for her fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Yet this</i> the curious wits will not content;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They yet will know (sith<a name="FNanchor_116_116" id="FNanchor_116_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a> God foresaw this ill)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why His high Prouidence did not preuent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The declination of the first man's will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If by His Word He had the current staid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of <i>Adam's</i> will, which was by nature free;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It had bene one, as if His Word had said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will henceforth that <i>Man no man shall bee</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For what is Man without a moouing mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which hath a iudging <i>wit</i>, and chusing <i>will</i>?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Now, if God's power should her election bind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her motions then would cease and stand all still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And why did God in man this <i>soule</i> infuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that he should his Maker <i>know</i> and <i>loue</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now, if <i>loue</i> be compeld and cannot chuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How can it gratefull or thankeworthy proue?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Loue must free-hearted be, and voluntary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not enchanted, or by Fate constraind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor like that loue, which did <i>Ulisses</i> carry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To <i>Circe's</i> ile, with mighty charmes enchaind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides, were we vnchangeable in <i>will</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of a <i>wit</i> that nothing could mis-deeme;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Equall to God, Whose wisedome shineth still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer erres, we might our selues esteeme.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So that if Man would be vnuariable,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He must be God, or like a rock or tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For euen the perfect Angels were not stable,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But had a fall more desperate then wee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then let vs praise that Power, which makes vs be<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Men</i> as we are, and rest contented so;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And knowing Man's fall was curiositie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Admire God's counsels, which we cannot know.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And let vs know that God the Maker is<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of all the <i>Soules</i>, in all the men that be:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet their corruption is no fault of His,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But the first man's that broke God's first decree.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Why the Soule is United to the Body.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>This substance</i>, and this <i>spirit of God's owne making</i>,</span>
<span class="i2">Is in the body plact, and planted heere;</span>
<span class="i2">"That both of God, and of the world partaking,</span>
<span class="i2">"Of all that is, Man might the image beare.</span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God first made angels bodilesse, pure minds,</span>
<span class="i2">Then other things, which mindlesse bodies be;</span>
<span class="i2">Last, He made Man, th' <i>horizon</i> 'twixt both kinds,</span>
<span class="i2">In whom we doe the World's abridgement see.<a name="FNanchor_117_117" id="FNanchor_117_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides, this World below did need <i>one wight</i>,</span>
<span class="i2">Which might thereof distinguish euery part;</span>
<span class="i2">Make vse thereof, and take therein delight,</span>
<span class="i2">And order things with industry and art:</span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Which also God might in His works admire,</span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i2">And here beneath, yeeld Him both praier and praise;</span>
<span class="i2">As there, aboue, the holy angels quire</span>
<span class="i2">Doth spread His glory<a name="FNanchor_118_118" id="FNanchor_118_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a> with spirituall layes.</span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lastly, the bruite, unreasonable wights,</span>
<span class="i2">Did want a <i>visible king</i> on<a name="FNanchor_119_119" id="FNanchor_119_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a> them to raigne:</span>
<span class="i2">And God, Himselfe thus to the World vnites,</span>
<span class="i2">That so the World might endlesse blisse obtaine.</span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">In what manner the Soule is united to the Body.</span><br /></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But how shall we this <i>union</i> well expresse?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nought ties the <i>soule</i>; her subtiltie is such<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She moues the bodie, which she doth possesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet no part toucheth, but by <i>Vertue's</i> touch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then dwels shee not therein as in a tent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as a pilot in his ship doth sit;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the spider in his<a name="FNanchor_120_120" id="FNanchor_120_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a> web is pent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the waxe retaines the print in it;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor as a vessell water doth containe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as one liquor in another shed;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as the heat doth in the fire remaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor as a voice throughout the ayre is spread:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But as the faire and cheerfull <i>Morning light</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth here and there her siluer beames impart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in an instant doth herselfe vnite<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the transparent ayre, in all, and part:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Still resting whole, when blowes th' ayre diuide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Abiding pure, when th' ayre is most corrupted;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throughout the ayre, her beams dispersing wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when the ayre is tost, not interrupted:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So doth the piercing <i>Soule</i> the body fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being all in all, and all in part diffus'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Indiuisible, incorruptible<a name="FNanchor_121_121" id="FNanchor_121_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a> still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not forc't, encountred, troubled or confus'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the <i>sunne</i> aboue, the light doth bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though we behold it in the ayre below;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So from th' Eternall Light the <i>Soule</i> doth spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though in the body she her powers doe show.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">How the Soul doth exercise her Powers in the Body</span>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But as</i> the<a name="FNanchor_122_122" id="FNanchor_122_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a> world's <i>sunne</i> doth effects beget,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Diuers, in diuers places euery day;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here <i>Autumnes</i> temperature, there <i>Summer's</i> heat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here flowry <i>Spring-tide</i>, and there <i>Winter</i> gray:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Eere <i>Euen</i>, there <i>Morne</i>, here <i>Noone</i>, there <i>Day</i>, there <i>Night</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Melts wax, dries clay, mak[e]s flowrs, som quick,<a name="FNanchor_123_123" id="FNanchor_123_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a> som dead;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Makes the <i>More</i> black, and th' <i>Europœan</i> white,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Th' <i>American</i> tawny, and th' <i>East-Indian</i> red:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So in our little World: this <i>soule</i> of ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being onely one, and to one body tyed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth vse, on diuers obiects diuers powers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so are her effects diuersified.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Vegetatiue or quickening Power.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Her quick'ning</i> power in euery lining part,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth as a nurse, or as a mother serue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth employ her <i>oeconomicke art</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And busie care, her houshold to preserue<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here she <i>attracts</i>, and there she doth <i>retaine</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There she <i>decocts</i>, and doth the food prepare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There she <i>distributes</i> it to euery vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There she <i>expels</i> what she may fitly spare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This power to <i>Martha</i> may comparèd be,<a name="FNanchor_124_124" id="FNanchor_124_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which busie was, the <i>houshold-things</i> to doe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or to a <i>Dryas</i>, liuing in a tree:<a name="FNanchor_125_125" id="FNanchor_125_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For euen to trees this power is proper too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though the Soule may not this power extend<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out of the body, but still vse it there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She hath a power which she abroad doth send,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which views and searcheth all things euery where.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Power of Sense.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>This power is Sense</i>, which from abroad doth bring<a name="FNanchor_126_126" id="FNanchor_126_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>colour</i>, <i>taste</i>, and <i>touch</i>, and <i>sent</i>,<a name="FNanchor_127_127" id="FNanchor_127_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a> and <i>sound</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>quantitie</i>, and <i>shape</i> of euery thing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within th' Earth's center, or Heauen's circle found.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This power, in parts made fit, fit obiects takes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet not the things, but forms of things receiues;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As when a seale in waxe impression makes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The print therein, but not it selfe it leaues.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though things sensible be numberlesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But onely fiue the <i>Senses'</i> organs be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in those fiue, all things their formes expresse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which we can <i>touch</i>, <i>taste</i>, <i>feele</i>, or <i>heare</i>, or <i>see</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These are the windows throgh the which she views<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>light of knowledge</i>, which is life's loadstar:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And yet while she these spectacles doth vse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Oft worldly things seeme greater then they are.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Sight.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">First, the two <i>eyes</i> that haue the <i>seeing</i> power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stand as one watchman, spy, or sentinell;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being plac'd aloft, within the head's high tower;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though both see, yet both but one thing tell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These mirrors take into their little space<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The formes of <i>moone</i> and <i>sun</i>, and euery <i>starre</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of euery body and of euery place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which with the World's wide armes embracèd are:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet their best obiect, and their noblest vse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hereafter in another World will be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When God in them shall heauenly light infuse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That face to face they may their <i>Maker</i> see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here are they guides, which doe the body lead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which else would stumble in eternal night;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here in this world they do much knowledge <i>read</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And are the casements which admit most light:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They are her farthest reaching instrument,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet they no beames vnto their obiects send;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But all the rays are from their obiects sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in the <i>eyes</i> with pointed angles end:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If th' obiects be farre off, the rayes doe meet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In a sharpe point, and so things seeme but small;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If they be neere, their rayes doe spread and fleet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And make broad points, that things seeme great withall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lastly, nine things to <i>Sight</i> requirèd are;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>power</i> to see, the <i>light</i>, the <i>visible</i> thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being not too <i>small</i>, too <i>thin</i>, too <i>nigh</i>, too <i>farre</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Cleare</i> space, and <i>time</i>, the forme distinct to bring.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus we see how the <i>Soule</i> doth vse the eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As instruments of her quicke power of sight;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Hence do th' Arts <i>opticke</i> and faire <i>painting</i> rise:<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Painting</i>, which doth all gentle minds delight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Hearing.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now let vs heare how she the <i>Eares</i> imployes:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their office is the troubled ayre to take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These wickets of the <i>Soule</i> are plac't on hie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because all sounds doe lightly mount aloft;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that they may not pierce too violently,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They are delaied with turnes, and windings oft.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For should the voice directly strike the braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It would astonish and confuse it much;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therfore these plaits and folds the sound restraine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That it the organ may more gently touch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As streames, which with their winding banks doe play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stopt by their creeks, run softly through the plaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So in th' Eares' labyrinth the voice doth stray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth with easie motion touch the braine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It is the slowest, yet the daintiest <i>sense</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For euen the <i>Eares</i> of such as haue no skill,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Perceiue a discord, and conceiue offence;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And knowing not what is good, yet find the ill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though this <i>sense</i> first gentle <i>Musicke</i> found,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her proper obiect is <i>the speech of men</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that speech chiefely which God's heraulds sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When their tongs vtter what His Spirit did pen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our <i>Eyes</i> haue lids, our <i>Eares</i> still ope we see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quickly to heare how euery tale is proouèd;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our <i>Eyes</i> still moue, our <i>Eares</i> vnmouèd bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That though we hear quick we be not quickly mouèd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus by the organs of the <i>Eye</i> and <i>Eare</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Soule</i> with knowledge doth her selfe endue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Thus she her prison, may with pleasure beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Hauing such prospects, all the world to view.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These conduit-pipes of knowledge feed the Mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But th' other three attend the Body still;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For by their seruices the <i>Soule</i> doth find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What things are to the body, good or ill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Taste.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <i>bodie's</i> life with meats and ayre is fed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore the <i>soule</i> doth vse the <i>tasting</i> power,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
<span class="i2">In veines, which through the tongue and palate spred,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Distinguish euery relish, sweet and sower.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This is the bodie's <i>nurse</i>; but since man's wit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Found th' art of <i>cookery</i>, to delight his <i>sense</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">More bodies are consum'd and kild with it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then with the sword, famine, or pestilence.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Smelling.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Next</i>, in the nosthrils she doth vse the <i>smell</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As God the <i>breath of life</i> in them did giue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So makes He now this power in them to dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To iudge all ayres, whereby we <i>breath</i> and <i>liue</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This <i>sense</i> is also mistresse of an Art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which to soft people sweete perfumes doth sell;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though this deare Art doth little good impart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Sith<a name="FNanchor_128_128" id="FNanchor_128_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> they smell best, that doe of nothing smell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet good <i>sents</i><a name="FNanchor_129_129" id="FNanchor_129_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a> doe purifie the braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Awake the fancie, and the wits refine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hence old <i>Deuotion</i>, <i>incense</i> did ordaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make mens' spirits apt for thoughts diuine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Feeling.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lastly, the feeling power</i>, which is Life's root,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By sinewes, which extend from head to foot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And like a net, all ore the body spred.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Much like a subtill spider, which doth sit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If ought doe touch the vtmost thred of it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee feeles it instantly on euery side.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By <i>Touch</i>, the first pure qualities we learne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which quicken all things, <i>hote</i>, <i>cold</i>, <i>moist</i> and <i>dry</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By <i>Touch</i>, <i>hard</i>, <i>soft</i>, <i>rough</i>, <i>smooth</i>, we doe discerne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By <i>Touch</i>, <i>sweet pleasure</i>, and <i>sharpe paine</i>, we try.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="left" />
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These are the outward instruments of Sense,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These are the guards which euery thing must passe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere it approch the mind's intelligence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or touch the Fantasie, <i>Wit's looking-glasse</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Imagination or Common Sense.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet these porters, which all things admit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Themselues perceiue not, nor discerne the things;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>
<span class="i2">One <i>common</i> power doth in the forehead sit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all their proper formes together brings.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For all those <i>nerues</i>, which <i>spirits of Sence</i> doe beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to those outward organs spreading goe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnited are, as in a center there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And there this power those sundry formes doth know.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Those outward organs present things receiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This inward <i>Sense</i> doth absent things retaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet straight transmits all formes shee doth perceiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto a higher region of the <i>braine</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Fantasie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where <i>Fantasie</i>, neere <i>hand-maid</i> to the mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sits and beholds, and doth discerne them<a name="FNanchor_130_130" id="FNanchor_130_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> all;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Compounds in one, things diuers in their kind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Compares the black and white, the great and small.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides, those single formes she doth esteeme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in her ballance doth their values trie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where some things good, and some things ill doe seem,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neutrall some, in her <i>fantasticke</i><a name="FNanchor_131_131" id="FNanchor_131_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a> eye.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This busie power is working day and night;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For when the outward <i>senses</i> rest doe take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A thousand dreames, fantasticall and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With fluttring wings doe keepe her still awake.<a name="FNanchor_132_132" id="FNanchor_132_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Sensitiue Memorie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet alwayes all may not afore her bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Successiuely, she this and that intends;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore such formes as she doth cease to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To <i>Memorie's</i> large volume shee commends.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <i>lidger-booke</i> lies in the braine behinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like <i>Ianus'</i> eye, which in his poll was set;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>lay-man's tables, store-house of the mind</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth remember much, and much forget.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heere <i>Sense's apprehension</i>, end doth take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As when a stone is into water cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One circle doth another circle make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till the last circle touch the banke at last.<a name="FNanchor_133_133" id="FNanchor_133_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Passions of Sense.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But though the <i>apprehensiue<a name="FNanchor_134_134" id="FNanchor_134_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> power</i> doe pause,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>motiue</i> vertue then begins to moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in the heart below doth <span class="smcap">Passions</span> cause,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Ioy</i>, <i>griefe</i>, and <i>feare</i>, and <i>hope</i>, and <i>hate</i>, and <i>loue</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These passions haue a free commanding might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And diuers actions in our life doe breed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For, all acts done without true Reason's light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doe from the passion of the <i>Sense</i> proceed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But sith<a name="FNanchor_135_135" id="FNanchor_135_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> the <i>braine</i> doth lodge the powers of <i>Sense</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How makes it in the heart those passions spring?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mutuall loue, the kind intelligence<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Twixt heart and braine, this <i>sympathy</i> doth bring.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From the kind heat, which in the heart doth raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>spirits</i> of life doe their begining take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These <i>spirits</i> of life ascending to the braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they come there, the <i>spirits of Sense</i> do make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These <i>spirits of Sense</i>, in Fantasie's High Court,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Iudge of the formes of <i>obiects</i>, ill or well;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And so they send a good or ill report<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Downe to the heart, where all affections dwell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If the report bee <i>good</i>, it causeth <i>loue</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And longing <i>hope</i>, and well-assurèd <i>ioy</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If it bee <i>ill</i>, then doth it <i>hatred</i> moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i1">And trembling <i>feare</i>, and vexing <i>grief's</i> annoy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet were these naturall affections good:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(For they which want them, <i>blockes</i> or <i>deuils</i> be)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If <i>Reason</i> in her first perfection stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That she might <i>Nature's</i> passions rectifie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Motion of Life.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides, another <i>motiue</i>-power doth rise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out of the heart; from whose pure blood do spring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>vitall spirits</i>; which, borne in <i>arteries</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Continuall motion to all parts doe bring.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Locall Motion.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This holds the sinewes like a bridle's reines;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And makes the Body to aduance, retire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To turne or stop, as she them<a name="FNanchor_136_136" id="FNanchor_136_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a> slacks, or straines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus the <i>soule</i> tunes the <i>bodie's</i> instrument;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These harmonies she makes with <i>life</i> and <i>sense</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The organs fit are by the body lent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But th' actions flow from the <i>Soule's</i> influence.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The intellectuall Powers of the Soule.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But now</i> I haue a <i>will</i>, yet want a <i>wit</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i1">To expresse the working of the <i>wit</i> and <i>will</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, though their root be to the body knit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vse not the body, when they vse their skill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These powers the nature of the <i>Soule declare</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to man's <i>soule</i> these onely proper bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For on the Earth no other wights there are<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That haue these heauenly powers, but only we.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Wit or Understanding.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Wit</span>, the pupill of the <i>Soule's</i> cleare eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in man's world, the onely shining <i>starre</i>;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Lookes in the mirror of the Fantasie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where all the gatherings of the <i>Senses</i> are.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From thence this power the shapes of things abstracts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And them within her <i>passiue part</i> receiues;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which are enlightned by that part which <i>acts</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so the formes of single things perceiues.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But after, by discoursing to and fro,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Anticipating, and comparing things;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth all vniversall natures know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all <i>effects</i> into their <i>causes</i> brings.<a name="FNanchor_137_137" id="FNanchor_137_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason, Vnderstanding.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she <i>rates</i> things and moues from ground to ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The name of <i>Reason</i> she obtaines by this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But when by Reason she the truth hath found,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>standeth fixt</i>, she <span class="smcap">Vnderstanding</span> is.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Opinion, Judgement.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When her assent she <i>lightly</i> doth encline<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To either part, she is <span class="smcap">Opinion</span><a name="FNanchor_138_138" id="FNanchor_138_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_138" class="fnanchor">[138]</a> light:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But when she doth by principles define<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A certaine truth, she hath <i>true Judgement's</i> sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as from <i>Senses</i>, <i>Reason's</i> worke doth spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So many <i>reasons understanding</i> gaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many <i>understandings</i>, <i>knowledge</i> bring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And by much <i>knowledge</i>, <i>wisdome</i> we obtaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, many stayres we must ascend vpright<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere we attaine to <i>Wisdome's</i> high degree;<a name="FNanchor_139_139" id="FNanchor_139_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">So doth this Earth eclipse our Reason's light.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which else (in instants) would like angels see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet hath the <i>Soule</i> a dowrie naturall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>sparkes of light</i>, some common things to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not being a <i>blancke</i> where nought is writ at all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But what the writer will, may written be<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For Nature in man's heart her lawes doth pen;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Prescribing <i>truth</i> to <i>wit</i>, and <i>good</i> to <i>will</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doe <i>accuse</i>, or else <i>excuse</i> all men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For euery thought or practise, good or ill:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet these sparkes grow almost infinite,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Making the World, and all therein their food;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fire so spreads as no place holdeth it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being nourisht still, with new supplies of wood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And though these sparkes were almost quencht with sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet they whom that <i>Iust One</i> hath iustifide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Haue them encreasd with heauenly light within,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And like the <i>widowe's oyle</i> still multiplide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Power of Will.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as this <i>wit</i> should goodnesse truely know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We haue a <i>Will</i>, which that true good should chuse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though <i>Wil</i> do oft (when <i>wit</i> false formes doth show)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Take <i>ill</i> for <i>good</i>, and <i>good</i> for <i>ill</i> refuse.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Relations betwixt Wit and Will.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Will</i> puts in practice what the <i>Wit</i> deuiseth:<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Will</i> euer acts, and <i>Wit</i> contemplates still;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as from <i>Wit</i>, the power of <i>wisedome</i> riseth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>All other vertues</i> daughters are of <i>Will</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Will</i> is the <i>prince</i>, and <i>Wit</i> the counseller,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth for common good in Counsell sit;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And when <i>Wit</i> is resolu'd, <i>Will</i> lends her power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To execute what is aduis'd by <i>Wit</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wit</i> is the mind's chief iudge, which doth controule<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of <i>Fancie's</i> Court the iudgements, false and vaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Will</i> holds the royall septer in the <i>soule</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on<a name="FNanchor_140_140" id="FNanchor_140_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a> the passions of the heart doth raigne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Will</i> is as free as any emperour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Naught can restraine her <i>gentle</i> libertie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No tyrant, nor no torment, hath the power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make vs <i>will</i>, when we vnwilling bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Intellectuall Memorie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To these high powers, a store-house doth pertaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they all arts and generall reasons lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in the <i>Soule</i>, euen after death, remaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And no <i>Lethæan</i><a name="FNanchor_141_141" id="FNanchor_141_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a> flood can wash away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This is the <i>Soule</i>, and these her vertues bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, though they haue their sundry proper ends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And one exceeds another in degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet each on other mutually depends.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Our Wit</i> is giuen, <i>Almighty God</i> to <i>know</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our <i>Will</i> is giuen to <i>loue</i> Him, being <i>knowne</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But God could not be <i>known</i> to vs below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But by His <i>workes</i> which through the sense are shown.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as the <i>Wit</i> doth reape the fruits of <i>Sense</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So doth the <i>quickning</i> power the <i>senses feed</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus while they doe their sundry gifts dispence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"The best, the seruice of the least doth need.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so the King his Magistrates do serue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet Commons feed both magistrate and king;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Commons' peace the magistrates preserue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By borrowed power, which from the Prince doth spring.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <i>quickning power</i> would <i>be</i>, and so would rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Sense</i> would not <i>be</i> onely, but <i>be well</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But <i>Wit's</i> ambition longeth to the <i>best</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For it desires in endlesse blisse to dwell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And these three powers, three<a name="FNanchor_142_142" id="FNanchor_142_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a> sorts of men doe make:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For some, like plants, their veines doe onely fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some, like beasts, their senses' pleasure take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some, like angels, doe contemplate still.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore the fables turnd some men to flowres,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And others, did with bruitish formes inuest;<br /></span>
<span class="i1">And did of others, make celestiall powers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like angels, which still trauell, yet still rest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet these three powers are not three <i>soules</i>, but one;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As one and two are both containd in <i>three</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Three</i> being one number by it selfe alone:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A shadow of the blessed Trinitie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">An Acclamation.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! what is Man (great Maker of mankind!)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Thou to him so great respect dost beare!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Thou adornst him with so bright a mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mak'st him a king, and euen an angel's peere!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! what a liuely life, what heauenly power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What spreading vertue, what a sparkling fire!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How great, how plentifull, how rich a dower<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dost Thou within this dying flesh inspire!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou leau'st Thy print in other works of Thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Thy whole image Thou in Man hast writ;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There cannot be a creature more diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except (like Thee) it should be infinit.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But it exceeds man's thought, to thinke how hie<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>God</i> hath raisd <i>Man</i>, since <i>God a man</i> became;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The angels doe admire this <i>Misterie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And are astonisht when they view the same.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the Soule is Immortal, and cannot Die.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor hath He giuen these blessings for a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor made them on the bodie's life depend;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Soule</i> though made in time, <i>suruives for aye</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though it hath beginning, sees no end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her onely <i>end</i>, is <i>neuer-ending</i> blisse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which is, <i>th' eternall face of God to see</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who <i>Last of Ends</i>, and <i>First of Causes</i>, is:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to doe this, she must <i>eternall</i> bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How senselesse then, and dead a soule hath hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which <i>thinks</i> his <i>soule</i> doth with his body die!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or <i>thinkes</i> not so, but so would haue it bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he might sinne with more securitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For though these light and vicious persons say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our <i>Soule</i> is but a smoake, or ayrie blast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, during life, doth in our nostrils play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when we die, doth turne to wind at last:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Although they say, '<i>Come let us eat and drinke</i>';<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our life is but a sparke, which quickly dies;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though thus they <i>say</i>, they know not what to think,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But in their minds ten thousand doubts arise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Therefore no heretikes desire to spread<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their light opinions, like these <i>Epicures</i>:<a name="FNanchor_143_143" id="FNanchor_143_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For so the staggering thoughts are comfortèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And other men's assent their doubt assures.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet though these men against their conscience striue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There are some sparkles in their flintie breasts<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which cannot be extinct, but still reuiue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That though they would, they cannot quite bee <i>beasts</i>;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But who so makes a mirror of his mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth with patience view himselfe therein,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His <i>Soule's</i> eternitie shall clearely find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though th' other beauties be defac't with sin.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason I.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Drawne from the desire of Knowledge.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">First <i>in Man's mind</i> we find an appetite<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To <i>learne</i> and <i>know the truth</i> of euery thing;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Which is co-naturall, and borne with it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from the <i>essence</i> of the <i>soule</i> doth spring.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With this <i>desire</i>, shee hath a natiue <i>might</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To find out euery truth, if she had time;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Th' innumerable effects to sort aright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And by degrees, from cause to cause to clime.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But sith our life so fast away doth slide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As doth a hungry eagle through the wind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or as a ship transported with the tide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which in their passage leaue no print behind;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of which swift little time so much we spend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While some few things we through the sense doe straine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That our short race of life is at an end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere we the principles of skill attaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or God (which to vaine ends hath nothing done)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In vaine this <i>appetite</i> and <i>power</i> hath giuen;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or else our knowledge, which is here begun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hereafter must bee perfected in heauen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God neuer gaue a <i>power</i> to one whole kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But most part of that kind did vse the same;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most eies haue perfect sight, though some be blind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most legs can nimbly run, though some be lame:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But in this life no <i>soule</i> the truth can know<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So perfectly, as it hath power to doe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If then perfection be not found below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An higher place must make her mount thereto.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason II.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Drawn from the Motion of the Soule.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Againe</i> how can shee but immortall bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When with the motions of both <i>Will</i> and <i>Wit</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She still aspireth to eternitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer rests, till she attaine to it?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Water in conduit pipes, can rise no higher<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then the wel-head, from whence it first doth spring:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then sith to eternall <span class="smcap">God</span> shee doth aspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee cannot be but an eternall thing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"All mouing things to other things doe moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Of the same kind, which shews their nature such;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So <i>earth</i> falls downe and <i>fire</i> doth mount aboue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till both their proper elements doe touch.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Soul compared to a Riuer.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>And as</i> the moysture, which the thirstie earth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Suckes from the sea, to fill her emptie veines,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>
<span class="i2">From out her wombe at last doth take a birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And runs a <i>Nymph</i><a name="FNanchor_144_144" id="FNanchor_144_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a> along the grassie plaines:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long doth shee stay, as loth to leaue the land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From whose soft side she first did issue make;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee tastes all places, turnes to euery hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her flowry bankes vnwilling to forsake:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet <i>Nature</i> so her streames doth lead and carry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As that her course doth make no finall stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till she her selfe vnto the <i>Ocean</i> marry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within whose watry bosome first she lay:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so the <i>Soule</i> which in this earthly mold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Spirit of God doth secretly infuse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because at first she doth the earth behold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And onely this materiall world she viewes:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At first her <i>mother-earth</i> she holdeth deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth embrace the world and worldly things:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She flies close by the ground, and houers here,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And mounts not vp with her celestiall wings.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet vnder heauen she cannot light on ought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That with her heauenly <i>nature</i> doth agree;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She cannot rest, she cannot fix her thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She cannot in this world contented bee:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For who did euer yet, in <i>honour</i>, <i>wealth</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or <i>pleasure of the sense</i>, contentment find?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who euer ceasd to wish, when he had <i>health</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or hauing <i>wisedome</i> was not vext in mind?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then as a <i>bee</i> which among weeds doth fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which seeme sweet flowers, with lustre fresh and gay;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She lights on that, and this, and tasteth all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But pleasd with none, doth rise, and soare away;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the <i>Soule</i> finds here no true content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, like <i>Noah's</i> doue, can no sure footing take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She doth returne from whence she first was sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And flies to <i>Him</i> that first her wings did make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wit</i>, seeking <i>Truth</i>, from cause to cause ascends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer rests, till it the <i>first</i> attaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Will</i>, seeking <i>Good</i>, finds many middle ends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But neuer stayes, till it the <i>last</i> doe gaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now God, the <i>Truth</i>, and <i>First of Causes</i> is:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">God is the <i>Last Good End</i>, which lasteth still;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Being <i>Alpha</i> and <i>Omega</i> nam'd for this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Alpha</i> to <i>Wit</i>, <i>Omega</i> to the <i>Will</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sith<a name="FNanchor_145_145" id="FNanchor_145_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a> then her heauenly kind shee doth bewray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In that to God she doth directly moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on no mortall thing can make her stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She cannot be from hence, but from <i>aboue</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet this <i>First True Cause</i>, and <i>Last Good End</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee cannot heere so <i>well</i>, and <i>truely</i> see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For this perfection shee must yet attend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till to her <i>Maker</i> shee espousèd bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As a <i>king's</i> daughter, being in person sought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of diuers princes, who doe neighbour neere;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On none of them can fixe a constant thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though shee to all doe lend a gentle eare:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet she can loue a forraine <i>emperour</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom of great worth and power she heares to be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If she be woo'd but by <i>embassadour</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or but his <i>letters</i>, or his pictures see:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For well she knowes, that when she shalbe brought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the <i>kingdome</i> where her <i>Spouse</i> doth raigne;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Her eyes shall see what she conceiu'd in thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Himselfe, his state, his glory, and his traine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So while the <i>virgin Soule</i> on <i>Earth</i> doth stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand wayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By these great powers, which on the <i>Earth</i> beare sway;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>wisdom of the World</i>, <i>wealth</i>, <i>pleasure</i>, <i>praise</i>:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With these sometime she doth her time beguile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These doe by fits her Fantasie possesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she distastes them all within a while,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in the sweetest finds a tediousnesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But if upon the World's Almighty King<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She once doe fixe her humble louing thought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who by His <i>picture</i>, drawne in euery thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>sacred messages</i>, her <i>loue</i> hath sought;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of Him she thinks, she cannot thinke too much;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This hony tasted still, is euer sweet;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The pleasure of her rauisht thought is such,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As almost here, she with her blisse doth meet:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when in Heauen she shall His <i>Essence</i> see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This is her <i>soueraigne good, and perfect blisse</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her longings, wishings, hopes all finisht be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her ioyes are full, her motions rest in this:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There is she crownd with garlands of <i>content</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There doth she manna eat, and nectar drinke;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Presence doth such high delights present,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As neuer tongue could speake, nor heart could thinke.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason III.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">From Contempt of Death in the better Sort of Spirits.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>For this</i> the better <i>Soules</i> doe oft despise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bodie's death, and doe it oft desire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For when on ground, the burdened ballance lies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The emptie part is lifted vp the higher:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But if the bodie's death the <i>soule</i> should kill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then death must needs <i>against her nature</i> bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And were it so, all <i>soules</i> would flie it still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"For Nature hates and shunnes her contrary.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For all things else, which Nature makes to bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their <i>being</i> to preserue, are chiefly taught;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though some things desire a change to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet neuer thing did long to turne to naught.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If then by death the <i>soule</i> were quenchèd quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She could not thus against her nature runne;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Since euery senselesse thing, by Nature's light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth preservation seeke, destruction shunne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor could the World's best spirits so much erre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If death tooke all—that they should all agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before this life, their <i>honour</i> to preferre;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For what is praise to things that nothing bee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Againe, if by the bodie's prop she stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If on the bodie's life, her life depend;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As <i>Meleager's</i> on the fatall brand<a name="FNanchor_146_146" id="FNanchor_146_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a>,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bodie's good shee onely would intend:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We should not find her half so braue and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To leade it to the Warres and to the seas;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make it suffer watchings, hunger, cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When it might feed with plenty, rest with ease.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Doubtlesse all <i>Soules</i> have a suruiuing thought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore of death we thinke with quiet mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But if we thinke of <i>being turn'd to nought</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A trembling horror in our <i>soules</i> we find.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason IV.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">From the Feare of Death in the Wicked Soules.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>And as</i> the better spirit, when shee doth beare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A scorne of death, doth shew she cannot die;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So when the wicked <i>Soule</i> Death's face doth feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Euen then she proues her owne eternitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when Death's forme appeares, she feareth not<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An vtter quenching or extinguishment;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She would be glad to meet with such a lot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That so she might all future ill preuent:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But shee doth doubt what after may befall;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Nature's law accuseth her within;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And saith, 'Tis true that is affirm'd by all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>That after death there is a paine for sin</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then she which hath bin hud-winkt from her birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth first her selfe within Death's mirror see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And when her body doth returne to earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She first takes care, how she alone shall bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who euer sees these irreligious men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With burthen of a sicknesse weake and faint;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But heares them talking of Religion then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vowing of their <i>soules</i> to euery saint?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When was there euer cursèd <i>atheist</i> brought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto the <i>gibbet</i>,<a name="FNanchor_147_147" id="FNanchor_147_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a> but he did adore<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That blessed Power, which he had set at nought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scorn'd and blasphemèd all his life before?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These light vaine persons still are drunke and mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With surfettings and pleasures of their youth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But at their deaths they are fresh,<a name="FNanchor_148_148" id="FNanchor_148_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a> sober, sad<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then they discerne, and then they speake the truth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If then all <i>Soules</i>, both good and bad, doe teach,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With generall voice, that <i>soules</i> can neuer die;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis not man's flattering glosse, but <i>Nature's speech</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, like <i>God's</i> Oracle, can neuer lie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason V.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">From the benerall Desire of Immortalitie.</span>
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hence springs</i> that vniuersall strong desire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all men haue of Immortalitie:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Not some few spirits vnto this thought aspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But all mens' minds in this vnited be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then this desire of Nature is not vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"She couets not impossibilities;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Fond thoughts may fall into some idle braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"But one <i>assent</i> of all, is euer wise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From hence that generall care and study springs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That <i>launching</i> and <i>progression of the mind</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all men haue so much, of future things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they no ioy doe in the present find.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From this desire, that maine desire proceeds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which all men haue suruiuing Fame to gaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By <i>tombes</i>, by <i>bookes</i>, by memorable <i>deeds</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For she that this desires, doth still remaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hence lastly, springs care of posterities,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For things their kind would euerlasting make;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hence is it that old men do plant young trees,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fruit whereof another age shall take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we these rules vnto our selues apply,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And view them by reflection of the mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All these true notes of immortalitie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In our <i>heart's tables</i> we shall written find.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Reason VI.</span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">From the very Doubt and Disputation of Immortalitie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>And though</i> some impious wits do questions moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doubt if <i>Soules</i> immortall be, or no;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That <i>doubt</i> their immortalitie doth proue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because they seeme immortall things to know.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For he which reasons on both parts doth bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth some things mortall, some immortall call;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now, if himselfe were but a mortall thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He could not iudge immortall things at all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when we iudge, our minds we mirrors make:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as those glasses which materiall bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Formes of materiall things doe onely take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For <i>thoughts</i> or <i>minds</i> in them we cannot see;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when we God and angels do conceiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thinke of <i>truth</i>, which is eternall too;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then doe our minds immortall formes receiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which if they mortall were, they could not doo:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as, if beasts conceiu'd what Reason were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that conception should distinctly show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They should the name of <i>reasonable</i> beare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For without <i>Reason</i>, none could <i>Reason</i> know:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the <i>Soule</i> mounts with so high a wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As of eternall things she <i>doubts</i> can moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shee proofes of her eternitie doth bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Euen when she striues the contrary to proue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For euen the <i>thought</i> of immortalitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being an act done without the bodie's ayde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shewes, that her selfe alone could moue and bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Although the body in the graue were layde.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">That the Soule cannot be destroyed.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if her selfe she can so liuely moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer need a forraine helpe to take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then must her motion euerlasting proue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Because her selfe she neuer can forsake.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Her Cause ceaseth not.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But though</i> corruption cannot touch the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By any cause that from it selfe may spring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some outward cause Fate hath perhaps designd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which to the <i>Soule</i> may vtter quenching bring.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">She hath no Contrary.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Perhaps</i> her cause may cease, and she may die;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">God is her <i>cause</i>, His <i>Word</i> her Maker was;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Which shall stand fixt for all eternitie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Heauen and Earth shall like a shadow passe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Perhaps</i> some thing repugnant to her kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By strong <i>antipathy</i>, the <i>Soule</i> may kill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But what can be <i>contrary</i> to the minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i1">Which holds all <i>contraries</i> in concord still?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She lodgeth heat, and cold, and moist, and dry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And life, and death, and peace, and war together;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten thousand fighting things in her doe lye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet neither troubleth, or disturbeth either.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Shee cannot Die for want of Food.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Perhaps</i> for want of food the <i>soule</i> may pine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that were strange, sith all things <i>bad</i> and <i>good</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith all God's creature's <i>mortall</i> and <i>diuine</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith <i>God Himselfe</i>, is her eternall food.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bodies are fed with things of mortall kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so are subiect to mortalitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But <i>Truth</i> which is eternall, feeds the mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Tree of life</i>, which will not let her die.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Violence cannot destroy her.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Yet violence</i>, perhaps the <i>Soule</i> destroyes:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As lightning, or the <i>sun-beames</i> dim the sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or as a thunder-clap, or cannons' noyse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The power of hearing doth astonish quite.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But high perfection to the <i>Soule</i> it brings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">T' encounter things most excellent and high;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For, when she views the best and greatest things<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They do not hurt, but rather cleare her<a name="FNanchor_149_149" id="FNanchor_149_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> eye,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides,—as <i>Homer's gods</i> 'gainst armies stand,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her subtill forme can through all dangers slide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Bodies are captiue</i>, <i>minds</i> endure no band,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And Will is free, and can no force abide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Time cannot destroy her.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But lastly</i>, <i>Time</i> perhaps at last hath power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spend her liuely powers, and quench her light;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But old god <i>Saturne</i> which doth all deuoure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth cherish her, and still augment her might.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heauen waxeth old, and all the <i>spheres</i> aboue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall one day faint, and their swift motion stay;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And <i>Time</i> it selfe in time shall cease to moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Onely the Soule suruives</i>, and liues for aye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Our Bodies, euery footstep that they make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"March towards death, vntill at last they die;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Whether we worke, or play, or sleepe, or wake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Our life doth passe, and with <i>Time's</i> wings doth flie:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But to the <i>Soule</i> Time doth perfection giue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ads fresh lustre to her beauty still;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And makes her in eternall youth to liue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like her which nectar to the gods doth fill.<a name="FNanchor_150_150" id="FNanchor_150_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The more she liues, the more she feeds on <i>Truth</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The more she feeds, her <i>strength</i> doth more increase:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And what is <i>strength</i>, but an effect of <i>youth</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which if <i>Time</i> nurse, how can it euer cease?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objections against the Immortalitie of the Soule.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But now</i> these <i>Epicures</i> begin to smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And say, my doctrine is more false then true;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that I fondly doe my selfe beguile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While these receiu'd opinions I ensue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection I.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For what, say they, doth not the <i>Soule</i> waxe old?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How comes it then that agèd men doe dote;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that their braines grow sottish, dull and cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which were in youth the onely spirits of note?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What? are not <i>Soules</i> within themselues corrupted?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How can there idiots then by nature bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How is it that some wits are interrupted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That now they dazeled are, now clearely see?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Answere.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>These questions</i> make a subtill argument,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To such as thinke both <i>sense</i> and <i>reason</i> one;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To whom nor agent, from the instrument,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor power of working, from the work is known.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But they that know that wit can shew no skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But when she things in <i>Sense's glasse</i> doth view;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doe know, if accident this glasse doe spill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It <i>nothing sees</i>, or <i>sees the false for true</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, if that region of the tender braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where th' inward sense of Fantasie should sit,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And the outward senses gatherings should retain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Nature, or by chance, become vnfit;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Either at first vncapable it is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so few things, or none at all receiues;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or mard by accident, which haps amisse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so amisse it euery thing perceiues.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, as a cunning prince that vseth <i>spyes</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If they returne no newes doth nothing know;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But if they make aduertisement of lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Prince's Counsel all awry doe goe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen so the <i>Soule</i> to such a body knit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose inward senses vndisposèd be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to receiue the formes of things vnfit;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where nothing is brought in, can nothing see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This makes the idiot, which hath yet a mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Able to <i>know</i> the truth, and <i>chuse</i> the good;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If she such figures in the braine did find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As might be found, if it in temper stood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But if a <i>phrensie</i> doe possesse the braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It so disturbs and blots the formes of things;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As Fantasie prooues altogether vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the Wit no true relation brings.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then doth the Wit, admitting all for true,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Build fond<a name="FNanchor_151_151" id="FNanchor_151_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a> conclusions on those idle grounds;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then doth it flie the good, and ill pursue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beleeuing all that this false <i>spie</i> propounds.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But purge the humors, and the rage appease,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which this distemper in the fansie wrought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then shall the <i>Wit</i>, which never had disease,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Discourse, and iudge discreetly, as it ought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, though the clouds eclipse the <i>sunne's</i> faire light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet from his face they doe not take one beame;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So haue our eyes their perfect power of sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Euen when they looke into a troubled streame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then these defects in <i>Senses'</i> organs bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not in the <i>soule</i> or in her working might;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She cannot lose her perfect power to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thogh mists and clouds do choke her window light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These imperfections then we must impute,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not to the agent but the instrument;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We must not blame <i>Apollo</i>, but his lute,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If false accords from her false strings be sent.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <i>Soule</i> in all hath one intelligence;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though too much moisture in an infant's braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And too much drinesse in an old man's sense,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cannot the prints of outward things retaine:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then doth the <i>Soule</i> want worke, and idle sit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And this we <i>childishnesse</i> and <i>dotage</i> call;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet hath she then a quicke and actiue Wit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If she had stuffe and tooles to worke withall:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, giue her organs fit, and obiects faire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Giue but the aged man, the young man's sense;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let but <i>Medea</i>, <i>Æson's</i> youth repaire,<a name="FNanchor_152_152" id="FNanchor_152_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And straight she shewes her wonted excellence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As a good harper stricken farre in yeares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into whose cunning hand the gowt is fall;<a name="FNanchor_153_153" id="FNanchor_153_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All his old crotchets in his braine he beares,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But on his harpe playes ill, or not at all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But if <i>Apollo</i> takes his gowt away,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That hee his nimble fingers may apply;<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Apollo's</i> selfe will enuy at his play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the world applaud his minstralsie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then <i>dotage</i> is no weaknesse of the mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of the <i>Sense</i>; for if the mind did waste,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all old men we should this wasting find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they some certaine terme of yeres had past:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But most of them, euen to their dying howre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Retaine a mind more liuely, quicke, and strong;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And better vse their vnderstanding power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then when their braines were warm, and lims were yong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, though the body wasted be and weake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though the leaden forme of earth it beares;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet when we heare that halfe-dead body speake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We oft are rauisht to the heauenly <i>spheares</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection II.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet say these men, If all her organs die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then hath the <i>soule</i> no power her powers to vse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So, in a sort, her powers extinct doe lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When vnto <i>act</i> shee cannot them reduce.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if her powers be dead, then what is shee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For sith from euery thing some powers do spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from those powers, some <i>acts</i> proceeding bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then kill both <i>power</i> and <i>act</i>, and kill the <i>thing</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Answere.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doubtlesse</i> the bodie's death when once it dies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The instruments of sense and life doth kill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So that she cannot vse those faculties,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Although their root rest in her substance still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But (as the body liuing) <i>Wit</i> and <i>Will</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can <i>iudge</i> and <i>chuse</i>, without the bodie's ayde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though on such obiects they are working still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As through the bodie's organs are conuayde:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the body serues her turne no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all her <i>Senses</i> are extinct and gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She can discourse of what she learn'd before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In heauenly contemplations, all alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, if one man well on a lute doth play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And haue good horsemanship, and Learning's skill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though both his lute and horse we take away,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth he not keep his former learning still?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He keepes it doubtlesse, and can vse it to[o];<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth both th' other <i>skils</i> in power retaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And can of both the proper actions doe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If with his lute or horse he meet againe.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So (though the instruments by which we liue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And view the world, the bodie's death doe kill;)<a name="FNanchor_154_154" id="FNanchor_154_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet with the body they shall all reuiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all their wonted offices fulfill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection III.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But how</i>, till then, shall she herselfe imploy?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her spies are dead which brought home newes before;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What she hath got and keepes, she may enioy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she hath meanes to vnderstand no more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then what do those poore <i>soules</i>, which nothing get?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or what doe those which get, and cannot keepe?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like buckets<a name="FNanchor_155_155" id="FNanchor_155_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a> bottomlesse, which all out-let<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those <i>Soules</i>, for want of exercise, must sleepe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Answere.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>See how</i> man's <i>Soule</i> against it selfe doth striue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why should we not haue other meanes to know?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As children while within the wombe they liue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Feed by the nauill: here they feed not so.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These children, if they had some vse of sense,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And should by chance their mothers' talking heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in short time they shall come forth from thence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would feare their birth more then our death we feare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They would cry out, 'If we this place shall leaue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then shall we breake our tender nauill strings;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How shall we then our nourishment receiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith our sweet food no other conduit brings?'<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if a man should to these babes reply,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That into this faire world they shall be brought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they shall see the Earth, the Sea, the Skie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The glorious Sun, and all that God hath wrought:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That there ten thousand dainties they shall meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which by their mouthes they shall with pleasure take;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which shall be cordiall too, as wel as sweet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of their little limbes, tall bodies make:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This would<a name="FNanchor_156_156" id="FNanchor_156_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a> they thinke a fable, euen as we<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doe thinke the <i>story</i> of the <i>Golden Age</i>;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Or as some sensuall spirits amongst vs bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which hold the <i>world to come, a fainèd stage</i>:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet shall these infants after find all true,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though then thereof they nothing could conceiue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As soone as they are borne, the world they view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with their mouthes, the nurses'-milke receiue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, when the <i>Soule</i> is borne (for Death is nought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But the <i>Soule's</i> birth, and so we should it call)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten thousand things she sees beyond her thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in an vnknowne manner knowes them all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then doth she see by spectacles no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She heares not by report of double spies;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her selfe in instants doth all things explore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For each thing present, and before her, lies.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection IV.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>But still</i> this crue with questions me pursues:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If <i>soules</i> deceas'd (say they) still liuing bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why do they not return, to bring vs newes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of that strange world, where they such wonders see?<a name="FNanchor_157_157" id="FNanchor_157_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Answere.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fond<a name="FNanchor_158_158" id="FNanchor_158_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158_158" class="fnanchor">[158]</a> men!</i> If we beleeue that men doe liue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnder the <i>Zenith</i> of both frozen <i>Poles</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though none come thence aduertisement to giue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why beare we not the like faith of our <i>soules</i>?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <i>soule</i> hath here on Earth no more to doe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then we haue businesse in our mother's wombe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What child doth couet to returne thereto?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Although all children first from thence do come?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But as <i>Noah's</i> pidgeon, which return'd no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did shew, she footing found, for all the Flood;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So when good soules, departed through Death's dore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come not againe, it shewes their dwelling good.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And doubtlesse, such a <i>soule</i> as vp doth mount,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth appeare before her Maker's Face;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Holds this vile world in such a base account,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she looks down, and scorns this wretched place.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But such as are detruded downe to Hell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Either for shame, they still themselues retire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or tyed in chaines, they in close prison dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And cannot come, although they much desire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Objection V.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Well, well</i>, say these vaine spirits, though vaine it is<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To thinke our <i>Soules</i> to Heauen or Hell to<a name="FNanchor_159_159" id="FNanchor_159_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a> goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Politike</i> men haue thought it not amisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spread this <i>lye</i>, to make men vertuous so.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Answere.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doe you</i> then thinke this <i>morall vertue</i> good?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I thinke you doe, euen for your priuate gaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Common-wealths by <i>vertue</i> euer stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And common good the priuate doth containe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If then this <i>vertue</i> you doe loue so well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Haue you no meanes, her practise to maintaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But you this lye must to the people tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That good <i>Soules</i> liue in ioy, and ill in paine?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Must <i>vertue</i> be preseruèd by a <i>lye</i>?<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Vertue</i> and <i>Truth</i> do euer best agree;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By this it seemes to be a veritie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith the effects so good and vertuous bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, as the deuill father is of lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So vice and mischiefe doe his lyes ensue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then this good doctrine did not he deuise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But made this <i>lye</i>, which saith it is not true.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">The Generall Consent of All.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>For how</i> can that be false, which euery tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of euery mortall man affirmes for true?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which truth hath in all ages been so strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As lodestone-like, all hearts it euer drew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, not the <i>Christian</i>, or the <i>Iew</i> alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>Persian</i>, or the <i>Turke</i>, acknowledge this;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This mysterie to the wild <i>Indian</i> knowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the <i>Canniball</i> and <i>Tartar</i> is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This rich <i>Assyrian</i> drugge growes euery where;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As common in the <i>North</i>, as in the <i>East</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This doctrine does not enter by the <i>eare</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of it selfe is natiue in the breast.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">None that acknowledge God, or prouidence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their <i>Soule's</i> eternitie did euer doubt;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all <i>Religion</i> takes her root from hence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which no poore naked nation liues without.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For sith the World for Man created was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(For onely Man the vse thereof doth know)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If man doe perish like a withered grasse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How doth God's Wisedom order things below?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if that Wisedom still wise ends propound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why made He man, of other creatures King?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When (if he perish here) there is not found<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all the world so poor and vile a thing?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If death do quench vs quite, we haue great wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith for our seruice all things else were wrought;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That <i>dawes</i>, and <i>trees</i>, and <i>rocks</i>, should last so long,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we must in an instant passe to nought.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But blest be that <i>Great Power</i>, that hath vs blest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With longer life then Heauen or Earth can haue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which hath infus'd into our mortall breast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Immortall powers, not subiect to the graue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For though the Soule doe seeme her graue to beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in this world is almost buried quick;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
<span class="i2">We haue no cause the bodie's death to feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For when the shell is broke, out comes a chick.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">Three Kinds of Life Answerable To the three Powers of theSoule.</span>
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>For</i> as the <i>soule's essentiall</i> powers are three,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <i>quickning power</i>, the <i>power of sense</i> and <i>reason</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Three kinds of life to her designèd bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which perfect these three<a name="FNanchor_160_160" id="FNanchor_160_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a> powers in their due season.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first life, in the mother's wombe is spent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where she her <i>nursing power</i> doth onely vse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where, when she finds defect of nourishment,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sh' expels her body, and this world she viewes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This we call <i>Birth</i>; but if the child could speake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He <i>Death</i> would call it; and of Nature plaine,<a name="FNanchor_161_161" id="FNanchor_161_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That she would thrust him out naked and weake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in his passage pinch him with such paine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, out he comes, and in this world is plac't,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where all his <i>Senses</i> in perfection bee;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Where he finds flowers to smell, and fruits to taste;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sounds to heare, and sundry formes to see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When he hath past some time vpon this stage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His <i>Reason</i> then a litle seemes to wake;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which, thogh she spring, when sense doth fade with age,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet can she here no perfect practise make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then doth th' aspiring <i>Soule</i> the body leaue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which we call <i>Death</i>; but were it knowne to all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What <i>life</i> our <i>soules</i> do by this <i>death</i> receiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Men would it <i>birth</i> or <i>gaole<a name="FNanchor_162_162" id="FNanchor_162_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a> deliuery</i> call.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In this third life, Reason will be so bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As that her sparke will like the <i>sun-beames</i> shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shall of God enioy the reall sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being still increast by influence diuine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">An Acclamation.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Ignorant poor man! what dost thou beare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lockt vp within the casket of thy brest?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>
<span class="i2">What iewels, and what riches hast thou there!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What heauenly treasure in so weake a chest!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looke in thy <i>soule</i>, and thou shalt <i>beauties</i> find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like those which drownd <i>Narcissus</i> in the flood:<a name="FNanchor_163_163" id="FNanchor_163_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Honour</i> and <i>Pleasure</i> both are in thy mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all that in the world is counted <i>Good</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thinke of her worth, and think that God did meane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This worthy mind should worthy things imbrace;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Blot not her beauties with thy thoughts vnclean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor her dishonour with thy passions base;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kill not her <i>quickning power</i> with surfettings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mar not her <i>Sense</i> with sensualitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cast not her serious<a name="FNanchor_164_164" id="FNanchor_164_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a> wit on idle things:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make not her free-<i>will</i>, slaue to vanitie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when thou think'st of her <i>eternitie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke not that <i>Death</i> against her nature is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinke it a <i>birth</i>; and when thou goest to die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to blisse.<a name="FNanchor_165_165" id="FNanchor_165_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And if thou, like a child, didst feare before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being in the darke, where thou didst nothing see;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now I haue broght thee <i>torch-light</i>, feare no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now when thou diest, thou canst not hud-winkt be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou my <i>Soule</i>, which turn'st thy curious eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To view the beames of thine owne forme diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Take heed of <i>ouer-weening</i>, and compare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's traine;<a name="FNanchor_166_166" id="FNanchor_166_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Study the best, and highest things that are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But of thy selfe an humble thought retaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cast downe thy selfe, and onely striue to raise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The glory of thy Maker's sacred Name;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vse all thy powers, that Blessed Power to praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which giues thee power to <i>bee</i>, and <i>vse the same</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="blockquote">
<p class="ph2">Finis.</p></div>
<hr class="full" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
<h2>Appendix.</h2>
<p class="ph3">REMARKS PREFIXED TO NAHUM TATE'S EDITION (1697) OF 'NOSCE TEIPSUM.'<a name="FNanchor_167_167" id="FNanchor_167_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a>
</p>
<p>There is a natural love and fondness in Englishmen for whatever was
done in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. We look upon her time as our
golden age; and the great men who lived in it, as our chiefest heroes
of virtue, and greatest examples of wisdom, courage, integrity and
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>learning.</p>
<p>Among many others, the author of this poem merits a lasting honour;
for, as he was a most eloquent lawyer, so, in the composition of this
piece, we admire him for a good poet and exact philosopher. 'Tis not
rhyming that makes a poet, but the true and impartial representing
of virtue and vice, so as to instruct mankind in matters of greatest
importance. And this observation has been made of our countrymen, That
Sir John Suckling wrote in the most courtly and gentleman-like style;
Waller in the most sweet and flowing numbers; Denham with the most
accurate judgment and correctness; Cowley with pleasing softness and
plenty of imagination: none ever uttered more divine thought than Mr.
Herbert; none more philosophical than Sir John Davies. His thoughts are
moulded into easy and significant words; his rhymes never mislead the
sense, but are led and governed by it: so that in reading such useful
performances, the wit of mankind may be refined from its dross, their
memories furnished with the best notions, their judgments strengthened,
and their conceptions enlarged: by which means the mind will be raised
to the most perfect ideas it is capable of in this degenerate state.</p>
<p>But as others have laboured to carry out our thoughts, and to
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>entertain them with all manner of delights abroad; 'tis the peculiar
character of this author, that he has taught us (with Antoninus) to
meditate upon ourselves; that he has disclosed to us greater secrets
at home; self-reflection being the only way to valuable and true
knowledge, which consists in that rare science of a man's self, which
the moral philosopher loses in a crowd of definitions, divisions and
distinctions: the historian cannot find it among all his musty records,
being far better acquainted with the transactions of a thousand years
past, than with the present age, or with himself: the writer of fables
and romances wanders from it, in following the delusions of a wild
fancy, chimeras and fictions that do not only exceed the works, but
also the possibility of Nature. Whereas the resemblance of truth is
the utmost limits of poetical liberty, which our author has very
religiously observed; for he has not only placed and connected together
the most amiable images of all those powers that are in our souls, but
he has furnished and squared his matter like a true philosopher; that
is, he has made both body and soul, colour and shadow of his poem, out
of the storehouse of his own mind, which gives the whole work a real
and natural beauty; when that which is borrowed out of books, (the
boxes of counterfeit complexion) shews well or ill, as it has more or
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>less likeness to the natural. But our author is beholding to none but
himself; and by knowing himself thoroughly, he has arrived to know
much; which appears in his admirable variety of well-chosen metaphors
and similitudes that cannot be found within the compass of a narrow
knowledge. For this reason the poem, on account of its intrinsic worth,
would be as lasting as the Iliad or the Æneid, if the language 'tis
wrote in were as immutable as that of the Greeks and Romans.</p>
<p>Now it would be of great benefit to the beaus of our age to carry this
glass in their pocket, whereby they might learn to think rather than
dress well. It would be of use also to the wits and virtuosoes to carry
this antidote against the poison they have sucked in from Lucretius
or Hobbes. This would acquaint them with some principles of religion;
for in old times the poets were the divines, and exercised a kind of
spiritual authority amongst the people. Verse in those days was the
sacred style, the style of Oracles and Lawes. The vows and thanks of
the people were recommended to their gods in songs and hymns. Why may
they not retain this priviledge? for if prose should contend with
verse, it would be upon unequal terms, and (as it were) on foot against
the wings of Pegasus. With what delight are we touched in hearing the
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>stories of Hercules, Achilles, Cyrus, and Æneas? Because in their
characters we have wisdom, honour, fortitude and justice, set before
our eyes. It was Plato's opinion, that if a man could see virtue, he
would be strangely enamoured on her person. Which is the reason why
Horace and Virgil have continued so long in reputation, because they
have drawn her in all the charms of poetry. No man is so senseless
of rational impressions, as not to be wonderfully affected with the
pastorals of the ancients, when under the stories of wolves and sheep,
they describe the misery of people under hard masters, and their
happiness under good. So the bitter and wholesome Iambick was wont to
make villainy blush; the Satire invited men to laugh at folly; the
Comedian chastised the common errors of life; and the Tragedian made
kings afraid to be tyrants, and tyrants to be their own tormentors.</p>
<p>Wherefore, as Sir Philip Sidney said of Chaucer, that he knew not which
he should most wonder at, either that he in his dark time should see
so distinctly, or that we in this clear age should go so stumblingly
after him; so may we marvel at and bewail the low condition of poetry
now, when in our Plays scarce any one rule of decorum is observed, but
in the space of two hours and a half we pass through all the fits of
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>Bedlam; in one scene we are all in mirth, in the next we are all in
sadness; whilst even the most laboured parts are starved for want of
thought; a confused heap of words, and empty sound of rhyme.</p>
<p>This very consideration should advance the esteem of the following
poem, wherein are represented the various movements of the mind; at
which we are as much transported as with the most excellent scenes of
passion in Shakespear, or Fletcher: for in this, as in a mirror (that
will not flatter) we see how the soul arbitrates in the understanding
upon the various reports of sense, and all the changes of imagination:
how compliant the will is to her dictates, and obeys her as a queen
does her king: at the same time acknowledging a subjection, and yet
retaining a majesty: how the passions move at her command, like a
well-disciplined army; from which regular composure of the faculties,
all operating in their proper time and place, there arises a
complacency upon the whole soul, that infinitely transcends all other
pleasures.</p>
<p>What deep philosophy is this! to discover the process of God's art
in fashioning the soul of man after His own image; by remarking how
one part moves another, and how those motions are varied by several
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>positions of each part, from the first springs and plummets, to the
very hand that points out the visible and last effects. What eloquence
and force of wit to convey these profound speculations in the easiest
language, expressed in words so vulgarly received, that they are
understood by the meanest capacities.</p>
<p>For the poet takes care in every line to satisfy the understandings of
mankind: he follows step by step the workings of the mind, from the
first strokes of sense, then of fancy, afterwards of judgment, into
the principles both of natural and supernatural motives: hereby the
soul is made intelligible, which comprehends all things besides; the
boundless tracks of sea and land, and the vaster spaces of heaven; that
vital principle of action, which has always been busied in enquiries
abroad, is now made known to itself; insomuch that we may find out what
we ourselves are, from whence we came, and whither we must go; we may
perceive what noble guests those are, which we lodge in our bosoms,
which are nearer to us than all other things, and yet nothing further
from our acquaintance.</p>
<p>But here all the labyrinths and windings of the human frame are laid
open: 'tis seen by what pullies and wheels the work is carried on, as
plainly as if a window were opened in the breast: for it is the work
of God alone to create a mind. The next to this is to shew how its
operations are performed.
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">NOTE.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a><br /><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
<h2>II. HYMNES OF ASTRÆA.</h2>
<p class="center">The following is the original title-page of 'Astrœa':<br /><br />
HYMNES OF<br />
ASTRŒA, IN<br />
Acrosticke verse<br /><br />
London<br />
Printed for J. S.<br />
1599<br /><br />
[4o pp. 27: register A. B. C. D. of 4 leaves each.]</p>
<p>Throughout, the Poet spells 'Astrœa': probably Asteria ('Αστερια) were more accurate. Our text for these 'Hymnes' is, as in
Nosce Teipsum, the edition of 1622: but throughout, compared with the
first, as <i>supra</i>. Title-page in 1622 edition is as follows:</p>
<p class="center">HYMNES<br /><br />
of<br /><br />
ASTREA<br /><br />
<i>In Acrosticke Verse.</i><br /><br />
London<br />
Printed by A. M. for <i>Richard Hawkins</i>.<br />
1622. [8vo.]</p>
<p>With reference to Elizabeth who is so glorified in these 'Hymnes' as
'Astræa,' cf. the 'Conference between a Gentleman-Usher and a Post' in
our Memorial-Intro<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>duction. I have since found that another copy of
this interesting MS. is preserved among the Harleian MSS.: No. cclxxxvi
fol. 248. I would here call attention to the correspondence between the
metaphor of the Senses serving the Intellect in 'Nosce Teipsum' and in
the 'Conference' as flatteringly descriptive of the position held by
her 'ministers' to the Queen. In Davison's 'Rhapsody' <i>the</i> name for
Elizabeth is Astræa. G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Hymnes_to_Astroea" id="Hymnes_to_Astroea"><i>Hymnes to Astrœa.</i></a></h2>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE I.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of Astrœa.</span><a name="FNanchor_168_168" id="FNanchor_168_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> arly before the day doth spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> et us awake my Muse, and sing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> t is no time to slumber,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> o many ioyes this time doth bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s Time will faile to number.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ut whereto shall we bend our layes?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen vp to Heauen, againe to raise<a name="FNanchor_169_169" id="FNanchor_169_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he Mayd, which thence descended;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> ath brought againe the golden dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd all the world amended.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> udenesse it selfe she doth refine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen like an Alchymist diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> rosse times of yron turning<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nto the purest forme of gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ot to corrupt, till heauen waxe old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd be refined with burning.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE II.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To Astræa.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ternall Virgin, <i>Goddesse</i> true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> et me presume to sing to you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> oue, euen great <i>Ioue</i> hath leasure<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ometimes to heare the vulgar crue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd heares them oft with pleasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> lessèd <i>Astræa</i>, I in part<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nioy the blessings you impart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he Peace, the milke and hony,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> umanitie, and civil <i>Art</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> richer dower then money.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ight glad am I that now I liue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen in these dayes whereto you giue<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat happinesse and glory;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> f after you I should be borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o doubt I should my birth-day scorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> dmiring your sweet storie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE III.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Spring.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> arth now is greene, and heauen is blew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> iuely Spring which makes all new,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> olly Spring, doth enter;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> weete yong sun-beames doe subdue<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> ngry, agèd Winter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> lasts are milde, and seas are calme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uery meadow flowes with balme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he Earth weares all her riches;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> armonious birdes sing such a psalme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s eare and heart bewitches.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> eserue (sweet Spring) this Nymph of ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ternall garlands of thy flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reene garlands neuer wasting;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n her shall last our <i>State's</i> faire Spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow and for euer flourishing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s long as Heauen is lasting.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE IV.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Moneth of May.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach day of thine, sweet moneth of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> oue makes a solemne holy-day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> will performe like duty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ith thou resemblest euery way<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> stræa, Queen of beauty,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> oth you fresh beauties do pertake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ither's aspect doth Summer make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> houghts of young Loue awaking;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> earts you both doe cause to ake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd yet be pleas'd with akeing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ight deare art thou, and so is shee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen like attractiue sympathy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> aines vnto both like dearenesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> weene this made Antiquitie<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ame thee, sweet <i>May of Maiestie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s being both like in <i>clearnesse</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE V.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Larke.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> arley, cheerfull, mounting Larke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ight's gentle vsher, Morning's clark,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n merry notes delighting;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> tint awhile thy song, and harke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd learne my new inditing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> eare vp this hymne, to heau'n it beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen vp to heau'n, and sing it there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> o heau'n each morning beare it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> aue it set to some sweet sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd let the Angels heare it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> enownd Astræa, that great name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xceeding great in worth and fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat worth hath so renownd it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> t is Astræa's name I praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow then, sweet Larke, do thou it raise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd in high Heauen resound it.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE VI.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Nightingale.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uery night from euen till morne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> oue's Quirister amidde the thorne<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> s now so sweet a singer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> o sweet, as for her song I scorne<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> pollo's voice, and finger.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ut Nightingale, sith you delight<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uer to watch the starry night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> ell all the starres of heauen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> eauen neuer had a starre so bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s now to Earth is giuen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> oyall Astræa makes our day<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ternall with her beames, nor may<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> rosse darknesse ouercome her;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> now perceiue why some doe write,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o countrey hath so short a night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s England hath in Summer.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE VII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Rose.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ye of the Garden, Queene of flowres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ove's cup wherein he nectar powres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> ngendered first of nectar;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> weet nurse-child of the Spring's young howres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd Beautie's faire character.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> est iewell that the Earth doth weare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen when the braue young sunne draws neare,<br />/span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> o her hot Loue pretending;<a name="FNanchor_170_170" id="FNanchor_170_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a></span></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> imselfe likewise like forme doth beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> t rising and descending.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ose of the Queene of Loue belou'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ngland's great Kings diuinely mou'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> ave Roses in their banner;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> t shewed that Beautie's Rose indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow in this age should them succeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd raigne in more sweet manner.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE VIII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To all the Princes of Europe.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> urope, the earth's sweet Paradise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> et all thy kings that would be wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n <i>politique deuotion</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ayle hither to obserue her eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd marke her heaunly motion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> raue Princes of this ciuill age,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nter into this pilgrimage;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his saint's tongue is an oracle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er eye hath made a Prince a page,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd works each day a miracle.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> aise but your lookes to her, and see<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen the true beames of maiestie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat Princes, marke her duly;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> f all the world you doe suruey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o forehead spreades so bright a ray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd notes a Prince so truly.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE IX.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To Flora.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> mpresse of flowers, tell where away<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ies your sweet Court this merry<a name="FNanchor_171_171" id="FNanchor_171_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a> May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n <i>Greenewich</i> Garden allies?<a name="FNanchor_172_172" id="FNanchor_172_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ince there the heauenly powers do play<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd haunt no other vallies.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> <i>eautie</i>, <i>vertue</i>, <i>maiestie</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> loquent Muses, three times three,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he new fresh <i>Houres</i> and Graces,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> aue pleasure in this place to be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> boue all other places.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> oses and lillies did them draw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> re they diuine <i>Astræa</i> saw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> ay flowers they sought for pleasure:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nstead of gathering crownes of flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow gather they Astræa's dowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd beare to heauen that treasure,<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE X.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Moneth of September.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach moneth hath praise in some degree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> et May to others seeme to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n sense the sweetest Season;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> eptember thou art best to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd best dost please my reason.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ut neither for thy corne nor wine<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xtoll I those mild dayes of thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hough corne and wine might praise thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> eauen giues thee honour more diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd higher fortunes raise thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> enown'd art thou (sweet moneth) for this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> mong thy dayes her birth-day is;<a name="FNanchor_173_173" id="FNanchor_173_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> race, plenty, peace and honour<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n one faire hour with her were borne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow since they still her crowne adorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd still attend vpon her.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XI.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To the Sunne.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ye of the world, fountaine of light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ife of Day, and death of Night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> humbly seek thy kindnesse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> weet, dazle not my feeble sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd strike me not with blindnesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ehold me mildly from that face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen where thou now dost run thy race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he spheare where now thou turnest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> auing like <i>Phaeton</i> chang'd thy place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd yet hearts onely burnest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ed in her right cheeke thou dost rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xalted after in her eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat glory there thou shewest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n th' other cheeke when thou descendest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ew rednesse vnto it thou lendest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd so thy round thou goest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To her Picture.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xtreame was his audacitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ittle his skill, that finisht thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> am asham'd and sorry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> o dull her counterfeit should bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd she so full of glory.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ut here are colours red and white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach line, and each proportion right;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hese lines, this red and whitenesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> aue wanting yet a life and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> maiestie, and brightnesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ude counterfeit, I then did erre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen now when I would needs inferre<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat boldnesse in thy maker;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> did mistake, he was not bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> or durst his eyes her eyes behold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd this made him mistake her.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XIII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Minde.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> arth, now adiew, my rauisht thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ifted to Heau'n sets thee at nought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nfinite is my longing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ecrets of angels to be taught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd things to Heau'n belonging.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> rought downe from heau'n of angels kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen now doe I admire her <i>mind</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his is my contemplation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er cleare sweet spirit, which is refin'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> boue humane <i>creation</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ich sun-beame of th' Æternall light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xcellent <i>Soule</i>, how shall I wright?<a name="FNanchor_174_174" id="FNanchor_174_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> ood angels make me able;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> cannot see but by your eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> or, but by your tongue, signifie<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> thing so admirable.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XIIII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of the Sun-beames of her Mind.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xceeding glorious is the starre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> et vs behold her beames afarre<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n a side line reflected;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ight bears them not, when neere they are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd in right lines directed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ehold her in her vertues' beames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xtending sun-like to all realmes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he sunne none viewes too neerly:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er well of goodnes in these streames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> ppeares right well and clearely.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> adiant vertues, if your light<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nfeeble the best iudgement's sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat splendor aboue measure<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> s in the <i>mind</i> from whence you flow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o wit may haue accesse to know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd view so bright a treasure.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XV.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Wit.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ye of that mind most quicke and cleere,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ike Heauen's eye, which from his spheare<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nto all things prieth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ees through all things euery where,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd all their natures trieth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> right image of an angel's wit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xceeding sharpe and swift like it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hings instantly discerning;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> auing a nature infinit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd yet increas'd by learning.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ebound vpon thy selfe thy light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nioy thine own sweet precious sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> iue us but some reflection;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> t is enough for vs if we<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow in her speech, now policie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> dmire thine high perfection.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XVI.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Will.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uer well affected <i>will</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ouing <i>goodnesse</i>, loathing <i>ill</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nestimable treasure!<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ince such a power hath power to spill,<a name="FNanchor_175_175" id="FNanchor_175_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_175" class="fnanchor">[175]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd save vs at her pleasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> e thou our law, sweet <i>will</i>, and say<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen what thou wilt, we will obay<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his law, if I could reade it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> erein would I spend night and day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd study still to plead it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> oyall <i>free-will</i>, and onely <i>free</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach other <i>will</i> is slaue to thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> lad is each will to serue thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n thee such princely power is seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o spirit but takes thee for her Queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd thinkes she must obserue thee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XVII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Memorie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xcellent iewels would you see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ouely ladies? come with me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> will (for loue I owe you).<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> hew you as rich a treasurie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s East or West can shew you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ehold, if you can iudge of it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen that great store-house of her wit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hat beautiful large Table,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er Memory; wherein is writ<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> ll knowledge admirable.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> eade this faire book, and you shall learne<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xquisite skill; if you discerne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> aine heau'n by this discerning;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n such a memory diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ature did forme the <i>Muses</i> nine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd <i>Pallas</i> Queene of Learning.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XVIII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of Her Phantasie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xquisite curiositie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ooke on thy selfe with iudging eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> f ought be faultie, leaue it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> o delicate a phantasie<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s this, will straight perceiue it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ecause her temper is so fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ndewèd with harmonies diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> herefore if discord strike it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er true proportions doe repine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd sadly do<a name="FNanchor_176_176" id="FNanchor_176_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176_176" class="fnanchor">[176]</a> mislike it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ight otherwise a pleasure sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uer she takes in actions meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> racing with smiles such meetnesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n her faire forehead, beames appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o Summer's day is halfe so cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> dorn'd with halfe that sweetnesse.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XIX.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of the Organs of her Minde.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> clipsed she is, and her bright rayes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ie under vailes, yet many wayes<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> s her faire forme reuealed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> he diuersly her selfe conueyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd cannot be concealed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> y instruments her powers appeare<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xceedingly well tun'd and cleare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his lute is still in measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> olds still in tune, euen like a spheare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd yeelds the world sweet pleasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> esolue me, Muse, how this thing is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uer a body like to this<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> aue Heau'n to earthly creature?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> am but fond<a name="FNanchor_177_177" id="FNanchor_177_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177_177" class="fnanchor">[177]</a> this doubt to make<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o doubt the angels bodies take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> bove our common nature.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XX.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of the Passions of her Heart.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xamine not <i>th' inscrutable heart</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ight <i>Muse</i> of her, though she in part<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> mpart it to the subiect;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> earch not, although from Heau'n thou art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd this an heauenly obiect.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ut since she hath a heart, we know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uer some passions thence doe flow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hough euer rul'd with Honor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er judgment raignes, they waite below,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd fixe their eyes vpon her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ectified so, they in their kind<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ncrease each vertue of her mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> ouern'd with mild tranquilitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n all the regions vnder heau'n,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o State doth beare it selfe so euen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd with so sweet facilitie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXI.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of the innumerable vertues of her minde.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> re thou proceed in this sweet paines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> earne <i>Muse</i> how many drops it raines<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n cold and moist <i>December</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> um up <i>May</i> flowres, and <i>August</i> graines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd grapes of mild <i>September</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> eare the Sea's sand in memory,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> arth's grasses, and the starres in skie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he little moates which mounted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> ang, in the beames of <i>Phœbus'</i> eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd neuer can be counted.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ecount these numbers numberlesse,<a name="FNanchor_178_178" id="FNanchor_178_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> re thou her vertue canst expresse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat wits this count will, cumber.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> nstruct thy selfe in numbring Schooles;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ow courtiers vse to begge for fooles,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> ll such as cannot number.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Wisdome.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> [a]gle-eyed Wisdome, life's loadstarre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ooking neere on things afarre;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> oue's best beloued daughter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> howes to her spirit all<a name="FNanchor_179_179" id="FNanchor_179_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179_179" class="fnanchor">[179]</a> that are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s Ioue himselfe hath taught her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> y this straight rule she rectifies<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach thought that in [her] heart doth rise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his is her cleane true mirror,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er <i>looking-glasse</i>, wherein she spies<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> [ll] forms of Truth and Error.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ight princely vertue fit to raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nthroniz'd in her spirit remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> uiding our fortunes euer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> f we this starre once cease to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o doubt our State will shipwrackt bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd torne and sunke for euer.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXIII.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Justice.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xil'd <i>Astræa</i> is come againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> o here she doth all things maintaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n <i>number</i>, <i>weight</i>, and <i>measure</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> he rules vs with delightfull paine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd we obey with pleasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> y <i>Loue</i> she rules more then by <i>Law</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen her great mercy breedeth awe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> his is her sword and scepter:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> erewith she hearts did euer draw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd this guard euer kept her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> eward doth sit in her right-hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ach vertue thence taks her garland<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> ather'd in Honor's garden;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n her left hand (wherein should be<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> ought but the sword) sits Clemency<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd conquers Vice with pardon.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXIV.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Magnanimitie.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen as her State, so is her mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> ifted aboue the vulgar kind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> t treades proud Fortune vnder:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> un-like it sits aboue the wind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> boue the stormes, and thunder.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> raue spirit, large heart, admiring <i>nought</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> steeming each thing as it ought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hat swelleth not, nor shrinketh;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> onour is alwayes in her thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd of great things she thinketh.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> ocks, pillars, and heauen's axeltree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xemplifie her constancy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat changes neuer change her:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n her sexe, feares are wont to rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> <i>ature</i> permits, <i>Vertue</i> denies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd scornes the face of <i>Danger</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXV.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">Of her Moderation.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> mpresse of kingdomes though she be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> arger is her soueraigntie<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> f she her selfe doe gouerne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> ubiect vnto her self is she,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd of her selfe true soueraigne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> eautie's crowne though she do weare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xalted into Fortune's chaire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> hron'd like the Queene of Pleasure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> er vertues still possesse her eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd counsell her to measure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> eason, if shee incarnate were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> uen Reason's selfe could neuer beare<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reatnesse with moderation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> n her one temper still is seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> o libertee claimes she as Queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd showes no alteration.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">HYMNE XXVI.</p>
<p class="ph4"><span class="smcap">To Enuy.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> nuy, goe weepe; my Muse and I<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">L</span> augh thee to scorne: thy feeble eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> s dazeled with the glory<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">S</span> hining in this gay poesie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> nd little golden story.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">B</span> ehold how my proud quill doth shed<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> ternall <i>nectar</i> on her head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">T</span> he pompe of coronation<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">H</span> ath not such power her fame to spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s this my admiration.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">R</span> espect my pen as free and franke<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">E</span> xpecting not reward nor thanke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">G</span> reat wonder onely moues it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">I</span> never made it mercenary,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">N</span> or should my Muse this burthen carrie<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="antiqua">A</span> s hyr'd, but that she loues it.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph2">
Finis.
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a><br /><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="III_ORCHESTRA" id="III_ORCHESTRA">III. ORCHESTRA.</a></h2>
<p class="ph3">NOTE.</p>
<p>In the Registers of the Stationer's Company, under date 25th June,
1594, a Mr. Harrison entered for copy-right of 'Orchestra' (Notes
and Queries 3 S. <span class="smcap">II.</span>, p. 461: Dec. 13, '62): but it was not
published till 1596. The following is the original title-page:</p>
<p class="center">ORCHESTRA<br /><br />
OR<br /><br />
A POEME ON DAUNCING<br /><br />
Iudicially prooving the<br />
true observation of time and<br />
measure, in the Authenticall<br />
and laudable use of Dauncing.<br /><br />
Ouid. Art. Aman. lib I.<br />
Si vox est, canta: si mollia<br />
brachia, salta<br />
Et quacunque potes dote<br />
placere, place.<br /><br />
AT LONDON:<br /><br />
Printed by J. Robarts<br />
for N. Ling.<br /><br />
1596.<br /><br />
[18mo: pp 46: register A B C of 8 leaves each.]</p>
<p>In the Bodleian copy there is this inscription at top of title-page "Ex
dono Wilti. Burdett, amici sui primo die Decembr. 1596 36. E. R."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p>
<p>Instead of the after-dedication 'To the Prince' there was the 'Sonnet'
to Martin which we have placed before it. The title-page from the
edition of 1622 may be added here:—</p>
<p class="center">
ORCHESTRA.<br /><br />
OR<br /><br />
A Poeme expressing the An-<br />
<i>tiquitie and Excellencie</i><br />
OF DAVNCING.<br /><br />
In a Dialogue betweene <i>Penelope</i><br />
and one of her Wooers.<br /><br />
<i>Not Finished.</i><br /><br />
LONDON.<br /><br />
Printed by A. M. for Richard Hawkins.<br /><br />
1622. [8vo.]
</p>
<p>With reference to 'Not finished' placed on the later title-page (1622),
it is explained by the stanzas restored from the first edition. These
shew that the Poet had intended to pursue his subject further; even the
hitherto omitted stanzas reading more like a fresh 'invocation' than a
'conclusion.'</p>
<p>Our text, as with 'Nosce Teipsum,' is from the edition of 1622: but
compared throughout with above very rare, if not unique, first edition
from the Bodleian. At close, by recurrence to the original edition
we are able to supply the blanks of all the subsequent editions and
reprints. See our Memorial-Introduction, for explanation of the
omission: and for Sir John Harington's 'Epigram' on 'Orchestra.' G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><a name="Dedications" id="Dedications">[<i>Dedications</i>.]</a></p>
<p class="ph4">I. TO HIS VERY FRIEND, MA. RICH. MARTIN.<a name="FNanchor_180_180" id="FNanchor_180_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180_180" class="fnanchor">[180]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To whom shall I this dauncing Poem send,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This suddaine, rash, half-capreol<a name="FNanchor_181_181" id="FNanchor_181_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a> of my wit?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To you, first mouer and sole cause of it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine-owne-selues better halfe, my deerest frend.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, would you yet my Muse some Honny lend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From your mellifluous tongue, whereon doth sit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suada in Maiestie, that I may fit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These harsh beginnings with a sweeter end.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You know the modest Sunne full fifteene times<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blushing did rise, and blushing did descend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I in making of these ill made rimes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My golden howers unthriftily did spend:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet, if in friendship you these numbers prayse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will mispend another fifteene dayes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph4">II. TO THE PRINCE.<a name="FNanchor_182_182" id="FNanchor_182_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182_182" class="fnanchor">[182]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir, whatsoeuer <span class="smcap">YOV</span> are pleas'd to doo<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is your special praise, that you are bent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sadly<a name="FNanchor_183_183" id="FNanchor_183_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a> set your princely mind thereto:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which makes <span class="smcap">YOV</span> in each thing so excellent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hence is it that <span class="smcap">YOV</span> came so soon to bee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A man-at-armes in euery point aright;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fairest flowre of noble chiualrie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of Saint <i>George</i> his band, the brauest knight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And hence it is, that all your youthfull traine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In actiueness and grace, <span class="smcap">YOV</span> doe excell;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When <span class="smcap">YOV</span> doe courtly dauncings entertaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then Dauncing's praise may be presented well<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To <span class="smcap">YOV</span>, whose action adds more praise thereto,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then all the <i>Muses</i> with their penns can doo.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><a name="Orchestra" id="Orchestra"><i>Orchestra</i>,</a></p>
<p class="ph4">OR</p>
<p class="ph3">A POEME OF DAUNCING.</p>
<p class="inset">1.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where liues the man that neuer yet did heare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of chaste <i>Penelope</i>, <i>Ulisses'</i> Queene?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who kept her faith vnspotted twentie yeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till he return'd that farre away had beene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>And many men, and many townes had seen</i>:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten yeare at siege of Troy he lingring lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ten yeare in the Mid-land-Sea did stray.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">2.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Homer</i>, to whom the Muses did carouse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A great deepe cup with heauenly nectar filld:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The greatest, deepest cup in <i>Ioue's</i> great house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(For <i>Ioue</i> himselfe had so expresly willd)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He dranke off all, ne let one drop be spilld;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since when, his braine that had before been drie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Became the well-spring of all Poetrie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">3.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Homer</i> doth tell in his aboundant verse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The long laborious trauailes of the <i>Man</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of his lady too he doth reherse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How shee illudes with all the art she can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th' vngratefull loue which other lords began;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For of her lord, false Fame long since had sworn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That <i>Neptune's</i> monsters had his carkase torne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">4.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All this he tells, but one thing he forgot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One thing most worthy his eternall song;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he was old, and blind, and saw it not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or else he thought he should <i>Ulisses</i> wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mingle it his tragike acts among;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet was there not in all the world of things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A sweeter burden for his Muse's wings.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">5.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The courtly loue <i>Antinous</i> did make:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Antinous</i> that fresh and iolly knight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which of the gallants that did vndertake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To win the widdow, had most wealth and might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wit to perswade, and beautie to delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The courtly loue he made vnto the Queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Homer</i> forgot, as if it had not beene.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">6.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sing then <i>Terpischore</i>, my light Muse sing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His gentle art, and <i>cunning curtesie</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You lady can remember euery thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For you are daughter of Queene Memorie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But sing a plaine and easy melodie:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the soft meane that warbleth but the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To my rude eare doth yeeld the sweetest sound.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">7.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">One onely night's discourse I can report,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the great Torch-bearer of Heauen was gone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Downe in a maske vnto the Ocean's Court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To reuell it with Thetis<a name="FNanchor_184_184" id="FNanchor_184_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a> all alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Antinous disguisèd and vnknowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like to the Spring in gaudie ornament,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto the Castle of the Princesse went.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">8.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The soueraine Castle of the rockie Ile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein <i>Penelope</i> the Princesse lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The shadowes darke,<a name="FNanchor_185_185" id="FNanchor_185_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a> and turn'd the night to day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not <i>Ioue's</i> blew tent, what time the sunny ray<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Behind the Bulwarke of the Earth retires,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is seene to sparkle with more twinckling fires.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">9.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That night the Queen came forth from far within,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the presence of her Court was seene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the sweet singer <i>Phœmius</i><a name="FNanchor_186_186" id="FNanchor_186_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a> did begin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To praise the worthies that at <i>Troy</i> had beene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Somewhat of her <i>Ulisses</i> she did weene.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In his graue hymne the heau'nly man would sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or of his warres, or of his wandering.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">10.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pallas</i> that houre with her sweet breath diuine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inspir'd immortall beautie in her eyes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That with cælestiall glory shee did shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brighter<a name="FNanchor_187_187" id="FNanchor_187_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a> then <i>Venus</i> when shee doth arise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of the waters to adorne the skies;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Wooers all amazèd doe admire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And checke their owne presumptuous desire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">11.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Onely <i>Antinous</i> when at first he view'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her starbright eyes, that with new honour shind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not dismayd, but there-with-all renew'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The noblesse and the splendour of his mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as he did fit circumstances find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto the throne he boldly gan aduance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with faire maners wooed the Queene to dance.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">12.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Goddesse of women, sith your heau'nlinesse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Hath now vouchsaft it selfe to represent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To our dim eyes, which though they see the lesse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet are they blest in their astonishment;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Imitate heau'n, whose beauties excellent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Are in continuall motion day and night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And moue thereby more wonder and delight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">13.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Let me the moouer be, to turne about<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Those glorious ornaments, that Youth and Loue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Haue fixed in you, euery part throughout;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which if you will in timely measure moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Not all those precious iemms in heau'n aboue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Shall yeeld a sight more pleasing to behold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With all their turnes and tracings manifold.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">14.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With this the modest Princesse blusht and smil'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to a cleare and rosie euentide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And softly did returne this answer mild:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Faire Sir, you needs must fairely be denide<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where your demaund cannot be satisfide;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'My feet, which onely Nature taught to goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Did neuer yet the art of footing know.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">15.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But why perswade you me to this new rage?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(For all disorder and misrule is new)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For such misgouernment in former age,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Our old diuine Forefathers neuer knew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Who if they liu'd, and did the follies view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which their fond nephews make their chiefe affaires,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Would hate themselues that had begot such heires.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">16.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Sole heire of Vertue and of Beautie both,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whence cometh it (<i>Antinous</i> replies)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That your imper[i]ous vertue is so loth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To graunt your beauty her chiefe exercise?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or from what spring doth your opinion rise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That dauncing<a name="FNanchor_188_188" id="FNanchor_188_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a> is a frenzy and a rage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'First knowne and vs'd in this new-fangled age?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">17.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'<i>Dauncing</i><a name="FNanchor_189_189" id="FNanchor_189_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a> (bright Lady) then began to bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When the first seeds whereof the World did spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The fire, ayre, earth, and water—did agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'By Loue's perswasion,—Nature's mighty King,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To leaue their first disordred combating;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And in a daunce such measure to obserue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As all the world their motion should preserue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">18.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Since when, they still are carried in a round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And changing, come one in another's place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet doe they neither mingle nor confound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But euery one doth keepe the bounded space<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Wherein the Daunce doth bid it turne or trace;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'This wondrous myracle did Loue deuise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For Dauncing is Love's proper exercise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">19.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Like this, he fram'd the gods' eternall Bower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And of a shapelesse and confusèd masse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'By his through-piercing and digesting power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The turning vault of heauen formèd was;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whose starry wheeles he hath so made to passe,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'As that their moouings do a musicke frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And they themselues still daunce vnto the same.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">20.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Or if this All which round about we see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(As idle <i>Morpheus</i> some sicke braines hath taught)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of vndeuided <i>motes</i> compacted bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'How was this goodly Architecture wrought?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or by what meanes were they together brought?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'They erre that say they did concurre by chance:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Loue made them meet in a well-ordered daunce.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">21.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'As when <i>Amphion</i> with his charming lire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Begot so sweet a syren of the ayre;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That with her Rethorike made the stones conspire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The ruines of a citie to repaire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(A worke of wit and reason's wise affaire)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'So Loue's smooth tongue, the <i>motes</i> such measure taught<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That they ioyn'd hands; and so the world was wrought.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">22.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'How iustly then is Dauncing tearmèd new,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which with the World in point of time begun?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yea Time it selfe, (whose birth <i>Ioue</i> neuer knew,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'And which indeed is elder then the sun)<a name="FNanchor_190_190" id="FNanchor_190_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Had not one moment of his age outrunne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'When out leapt Dauncing from the heap of things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And lightly rode vpon his nimble wings.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">23.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Reason hath both their pictures in her treasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where <i>Time the measure of all mouing is</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And Dauncing is a moouing all in measure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Now if you doe resemble that to this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And thinke both one, I thinke you thinke amis:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But if you iudge them twins, together got,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And Time first borne, your iudgement erreth not.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">24.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thus doth it equall age with age inioy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And yet in lustie youth for euer flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Like loue his sire, whom Paynters make a boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet is the eldest of the heau'nly powers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd howers<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Going and comming will not let him dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But still preserve him in his infancie.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">25.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This said; the Queene with her sweet lips diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gently began to moue the subtile ayre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which gladly yeelding, did itselfe incline<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To take a shape betweene those rubies fayre;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And being formèd, softly did repayre<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With twenty doublings in the emptie way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto <i>Antinous</i> eares, and thus did say:<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">26.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What eye doth see the heau'n, but doth admire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When it the moouings of the heau'ns doth see?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'My selfe, if I to heau'n may once aspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'If that be dauncing, will a Dauncer be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But as for this your frantick iollitie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'How it began, or whence you did it learne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'I neuer could with Reason's eye discerne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">27.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Antinous answered: 'Iewell of the Earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Worthy you are that heau'nly daunce to leade;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But for you thinke our dauncing base of birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And newly-borne but of a braine-sicke head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'I will foorthwith his antique gentry read;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'And for I loue him, will his herault<a name="FNanchor_191_191" id="FNanchor_191_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And blaze his Armes, and draw his petigree.<a name="FNanchor_192_192" id="FNanchor_192_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">28.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'When Loue had shapt this World,—<i>this great faire wight</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That all wights else in this wide womb containes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And had instructed it to daunce aright,<a name="FNanchor_193_193" id="FNanchor_193_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A thousand measures with a thousand straines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which it should practise with delightfull paines,<a name="FNanchor_194_194" id="FNanchor_194_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Vntill that fatall instant should reuolue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'When all to nothing should againe resolue:<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">29.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'The comely order and proportion faire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'On euery side, did please his wandring eye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Till glauncing through the thin transparent ayre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A rude disordered rout he did espie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of men and women, that most spightfully<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Did one another throng, and crowd so sore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That his kind eye in pitty wept therefore.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">30.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And swifter then the lightning downe he came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Another shapelesse Chaos to digest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'He will begin another world to frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(For Loue till all be well will neuer rest)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Then with such words as cannot be exprest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He cutts the troups, that all asunder fling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And ere they wist, he casts them in a ring.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">31.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Then did he rarifie the element,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And in the center of the ring appeare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The beams that from his forehead spreading<a name="FNanchor_195_195" id="FNanchor_195_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a> went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Begot an horrour, and religious feare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In all the soules that round about him weare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which in their eares attentiueness procures,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'While he, with such like sounds, their minds allures.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">32.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'How doth Confusion's mother, headlong Chance,<a name="FNanchor_196_196" id="FNanchor_196_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Put Reason's noble squadron to the rout?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or how should you that haue the gouernance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of Nature's children, Heauen and Earth throughout,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Prescribe them rules, and liue your selues without?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'Why should your fellowship a trouble be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Since man's chiefe pleasure is societie?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">33.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'If sence hath not yet taught you, learne of me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A comely moderation and discreet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That your assemblies may well ordered bee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When my vniting power shall make you meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With heau'nly tunes it shall be temperèd sweet:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And be the modell of the World's great frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And you Earth's children, <i>Dauncing</i> shall it name.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">34.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Behold the <i>World</i>, how it is <i>whirled round</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And for it is so <i>whirl'd</i>, is namèd so;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In whose large volume many rules are found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of this new Art, which it doth fairely show;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For your quicke eyes in wandring too and fro<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'From East to West, on no one thing can glaunce,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But if you marke it well, it seemes to daunce.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">35.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'First<a name="FNanchor_197_197" id="FNanchor_197_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a> you see fixt in this huge mirrour blew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of trembling lights, a number numberlesse:<a name="FNanchor_198_198" id="FNanchor_198_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'<i>Fixt they are</i> nam'd, but with a name vntrue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For they all mooue<a name="FNanchor_199_199" id="FNanchor_199_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a> and in a Daunce expresse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That <i>great long yeare</i>, that doth containe no lesse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Then threescore hundreds of those yeares in all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which the sunne makes with his course naturall.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">36.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What if to you these sparks disordered seeme<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As if by chaunce they had beene scattered there?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The gods a solemne measure doe it deeme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And see a iust proportion euery where,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And know the points whence first their mouings were;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To which first points when all returne againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The axel-tree of Heau'n shall breake in twaine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">37.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Vnder that spangled skye, fiue wandring flames<a name="FNanchor_200_200" id="FNanchor_200_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Besides the King of Day, and Queene of Night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Are wheel'd around, all in their sundry frames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And all in sundry measures doe delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet altogether keepe no measure right;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'For by it selfe each doth it selfe aduance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And by it selfe each doth a galliard<a name="FNanchor_201_201" id="FNanchor_201_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a> daunce.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">38.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'<i>Venus</i>, the mother of that bastard Loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which doth vsurpe the World's great Marshal's name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Iust with the sunne her dainty feete doth moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And vnto him doth all the iestures frame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Now after, now afore, the flattering Dame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With diuers cunning passages doth erre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Still him respecting that respects not her.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">39.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For that braue Sunne the Father of the Day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Doth loue this Earth, the Mother of the Night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And like a reuellour in rich aray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Doth daunce his galliard in his lemman's sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Both back, and forth, and sidewaies, passing light;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'His princely<a name="FNanchor_202_202" id="FNanchor_202_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a> grace doth so the gods amaze,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That all stand still and at his beauty gaze.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">40.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But see the Earth, when he approcheth neere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'How she for ioy doth spring and sweetly smile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But see againe her sad and heauy cheere<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When changing places he retires a while;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But those blake<a name="FNanchor_203_203" id="FNanchor_203_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a> cloudes he shortly will exile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And make them all before his presence flye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As mists consum'd before his cheerefull eye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">41.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Who doth not see the measures of the Moone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which thirteene times she daunceth euery yeare?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And ends her pauine<a name="FNanchor_204_204" id="FNanchor_204_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a> thirteene times as soone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As doth her brother, of whose golden haire<a name="FNanchor_205_205" id="FNanchor_205_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'She borroweth part, and proudly doth it weare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Then doth she coyly turne her face aside,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Then halfe her cheeke is scarse sometimes discride.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">42.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Next her, the pure, subtile, and clensing Fire<a name="FNanchor_206_206" id="FNanchor_206_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Is swiftly carried in a circle euen;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Though Vulcan be pronounst by many a lyer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The only halting god that dwels in heauen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But that foule name may be more fitly giuen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To your false Fire, that farre from heauen is fall:<a name="FNanchor_207_207" id="FNanchor_207_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And doth consume, waste, spoile, disorder all.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">43.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And now behold your tender nurse the <i>Ayre</i><a name="FNanchor_208_208" id="FNanchor_208_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And common neighbour that ay runns around;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'How many pictures and impressions faire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Within her empty regions are there found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which to your sences Dauncing doe propound.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For what are <i>Breath</i>, <i>Speech</i>, <i>Ecchos</i>, <i>Musicke</i>, <i>Winds</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But Dauncings of the Ayre in sundry kinds?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">44.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For when you breath, the <i>ayre</i> in order moues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Now in, now out, in time and measure trew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And when you speake, so well she dauncing loues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That doubling oft, and oft redoubling new,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With thousand formes she doth her selfe endew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For all the words that from our lips repaire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Are nought but tricks and turnings of the ayre.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">45.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Hence is her pratling daughter <i>Eccho</i> borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That daunces to all voyces she can heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'There is no sound so harsh that shee doth scorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Nor any time wherein shee will forbeare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The ayrie pauement with her feet to weare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And yet her hearing sence is nothing quick,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For after time she endeth euery trick.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">46.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And thou sweet <i>Musicke</i>, Dauncing's onely life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The eare's sole happinesse, the ayre's best speach;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Loadstone of fellowship, charming-rod of strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The soft mind's Paradice, the sicke mind's leach;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With thine own tong, thou<a name="FNanchor_209_209" id="FNanchor_209_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a> trees and stons canst teach,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That when the Aire doth dance her finest measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Then art thou borne, the gods and mens sweet pleasure.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">47.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Lastly, where keepe the <i>Winds</i> their reuelry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Their violent turnings, and wild whirling hayes,<a name="FNanchor_210_210" id="FNanchor_210_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But in the Ayre's tralucent<a name="FNanchor_211_211" id="FNanchor_211_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a> gallery?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Where shee herselfe is turnd a hundreth wayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'While with those Maskers wantonly she playes;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet in this misrule, they such rule embrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As two at once encomber not the place.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">48.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'If then fire,<a name="FNanchor_212_212" id="FNanchor_212_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a> ayre, wandring and fixed lights<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In euery prouince of the imperiall skie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yeeld perfect formes of dauncing to your sights,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In vaine I teach the eare, that which the eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With certaine view already doth descrie.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But for your eyes perceiue not all they see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'In this I will your Senses master bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">49.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For loe the <i>Sea</i><a name="FNanchor_213_213" id="FNanchor_213_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a> that fleets about the Land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And like a girdle clips her solide waist,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Musicke and measure both doth vnderstand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For his great chrystall eye is alwayes cast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Vp to the Moone, and on her fixèd fast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And as she daunceth in her pallid spheere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'So daunceth he about his Center heere.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">50.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Sometimes his proud greene waues in order set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'One after other flow vnto the shore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which, when they haue with many kisses wet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'They ebbe away in order as before;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And to make knowne his courtly loue the more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He oft doth lay aside his three-forkt mace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And with his armes the timorous Earth embrace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">51.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Onely the Earth doth stand for euer still:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Her rocks remoue not, nor her mountaines meet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(Although some wits enricht with Learning's skill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Say heau'n stands firme, and that the Earth doth fleet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And swiftly turneth vnderneath their feet)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet though the Earth is euer stedfast seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'On her broad breast hath Dauncing euer beene.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">52.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For those blew vaines that through her body spred,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Those saphire streames which from great hils do spring.<a name="FNanchor_214_214" id="FNanchor_214_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(The Earth's great duggs; for euery wight is fed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With sweet fresh moisture from them issuing):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Obserue a daunce in their wilde wandering;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'And still their daunce begets a murmur sweet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And still the murmur with the daunce doth meet.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">53.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Of all their wayes I love <i>Mæander's</i> path,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which to the tunes of dying swans doth daunce;<a name="FNanchor_215_215" id="FNanchor_215_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Such winding sleights, such turns and tricks he hath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Such creeks, such wrenches, and such daliaunce;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That whether it be hap or heedlesse chaunce,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'In this indented course and wriggling play<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He seemes to daunce a perfect cunning <i>hay</i>.<a name="FNanchor_216_216" id="FNanchor_216_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">54.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But wherefore doe these streames for euer runne?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To keepe themselues for euer sweet and cleere:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For let their euerlasting course be donne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'They straight corrupt and foule with mud appeare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'O yee sweet Nymphs that beautie's losse do feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Contemne the drugs that Physicke doth deuise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And learne of Loue this dainty exercise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">55.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'See how those flowres that have sweet beauty too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(The onely iewels that the Earth doth weare,<a name="FNanchor_217_217" id="FNanchor_217_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When the young Sunne in brauery her doth woo):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As oft as they the whistling wind doe heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Doe waue their tender bodies here and there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And though their daunce no perfect measure is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet oftentimes their musicke makes them kis.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">56.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What makes the vine about the elme to daunce,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With turnings, windings, and embracements round?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'What makes the loadstone to the North aduance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'His subtile point, as if from thence he found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'His chiefe attractiue vertue to redound?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Kind Nature first doth cause all things to loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Loue makes them daunce and in iust order moue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">57.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Harke how the birds doe sing, and marke then how<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Iumpe<a name="FNanchor_218_218" id="FNanchor_218_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> with the modulation of their layes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'They lightly leape, and skip from bow to bow:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet doe the cranes deserue a greater prayse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which keepe such measure in their ayrie wayes,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'As when they all in order rankèd are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'They make a perfect forme triangular.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">58.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'In the chiefe angle flyes the watchfull guid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And all the followers their heads doe lay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'On their foregoers backs, on eyther side;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But for the captaine hath no rest to stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'His head forewearied with the windy way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He back retires, and then the next behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As his lieuetenaunt leads them through the wind.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">59.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But why relate I euery singular?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Since all the World's great fortunes and affaires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Forward and backward rapt and whirled are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'According to the musicke of the spheares:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And Chaunge<a name="FNanchor_219_219" id="FNanchor_219_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a> herselfe her nimble feete vpbeares<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'On a round slippery wheele that rowleth ay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And turnes all States with her imperuous<a name="FNanchor_220_220" id="FNanchor_220_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a> sway.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">60.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Learne then to daunce, you that are Princes borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And lawfull lords of earthly creatures all;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Imitate them, and thereof take no scorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For this new art to them is naturall—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And imitate the starres cælestiall:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For when pale Death your vital twist shall seuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Your better parts must daunce, with them for euer.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">61.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thus Loue perswades, and all the crowd<a name="FNanchor_221_221" id="FNanchor_221_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a> of men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That stands around, doth make a murmuring;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As when the wind loosd from his hollow den,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Among the trees a gentle base<a name="FNanchor_222_222" id="FNanchor_222_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a> doth sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or as a brooke through peebles wandering;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But in their looks they vttered this plain speach,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That they would learn to daunce, if Loue would teach.<a name="FNanchor_223_223" id="FNanchor_223_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">62.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Then first of all he doth demonstrate plaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The motions seauen that ar in Nature found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'<i>Upward</i> and <i>downeward</i>, <i>forth</i> and <i>backe againe</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'<i>To this side</i> and <i>to that</i>, and <i>turning round</i>;<a name="FNanchor_224_224" id="FNanchor_224_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whereof a thousand brawles he doth compound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which he doth teach vnto the multitude,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And euer with a turne they must conclude.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">63.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'As when a Nimph<a name="FNanchor_225_225" id="FNanchor_225_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> arysing from the land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Leadeth a daunce with her long watery traine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Down to the Sea; she wries to euery hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And euery way doth crosse the fertile plaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But when at last shee falls into the maine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Then all her trauerses concluded are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And with the Sea her course is circulare.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">64.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thus when at first Loue had them marshallèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As earst he did the shapeless masse of things,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'He taught them <i>rounds</i> and <i>winding heyes</i> to tread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And about trees to cast themselues in rings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As the two Beares, whom the First Mouer flings<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With a short turn about heauen's axeltree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'In a round daunce for ever wheeling bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">65.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But after these, as men more ciuell grew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'He did more graue and solemn measures frame,<a name="FNanchor_226_226" id="FNanchor_226_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With such faire order and proportion true,<a name="FNanchor_227_227" id="FNanchor_227_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And correspondence euery way the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That no fault-finding eye did euer blame;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For euery eye was mouèd at the sight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With sober wondring, and with sweet delight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">66.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Not those yong<a name="FNanchor_228_228" id="FNanchor_228_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a> students of the heauenly booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'<i>Atlas</i> the great, <i>Promethius</i> the wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which on the starres did all their life-time looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Could euer finde such measures in the skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'So full of change and rare varieties;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet all the feete whereon these measures goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Are only spondeis, solemne, graue and sloe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">67.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But for more diuers and more pleasing show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A swift and wandring daunce she did inuent,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'With passages vncertaine to and fro,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet with a certaine answer and consent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To the quicke musicke of the instrument.<a name="FNanchor_229_229" id="FNanchor_229_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Fiue was the number of the Musick's feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which still the daunce did with fiue paces meet.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">68.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'A gallant daunce, that lively doth bewray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A spirit and a vertue masculine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Impatient that her house on earth should stay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Since she her selfe is fiery and diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Oft doth she make her body vpward fline<a name="FNanchor_230_230" id="FNanchor_230_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With lofty turnes and capriols<a name="FNanchor_231_231" id="FNanchor_231_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a> in the ayre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which with the lusty tunes accordeth faire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">69.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What shall I name those currant trauases,<a name="FNanchor_232_232" id="FNanchor_232_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That on a triple <i>dactile</i> foot doe runne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Close by the ground with sliding passages,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Wherein that Dauncer greatest praise hath wonne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which with best order can all orders shunne;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'For euery where he wantonly must range,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And turne, and wind, with vnexpected change.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">70.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Yet is there one, the most delightfull kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A loftie iumping, or a leaping round;<a name="FNanchor_233_233" id="FNanchor_233_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where arme in arme two dauncers are entwind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And whirle themselues with strict embracements bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And still their feet an <i>anapest</i> do sound;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'An <i>anapest</i> is all their musick's song,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Whose first two feet are short, and third is long.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">71.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'As the victorious <i>twinnes</i> of <i>Læda</i> and <i>Ioue</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That taught the Spartans dauncing on the sands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of swift <i>Eurotas</i>, daunce in heaun aboue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Knit and vnited with eternall hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Among the starres their double image stands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Where both are carried with an equall pace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Together iumping in their turning race.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">72.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'This is the net wherein the Sunn's bright eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'<i>Venus</i> and <i>Mars</i> entangled did behold;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'For in this daunce, their armes they so imply<a name="FNanchor_234_234" id="FNanchor_234_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As each doth seeme the other to enfold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'What if lewd wits another tale haue told<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Of iealous <i>Vulcan</i>, and of yron chaynes?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet this true sence that forgèd lye containes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">73.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'These various formes of dauncing, Loue did frame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And beside these, a hundred millions moe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And as he did inuent, he taught the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With goodly iesture, and with comly show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Now keeping state, now humbly honoring low:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And euer for the persons and the place<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He taught most fit and best according grace.<a name="FNanchor_235_235" id="FNanchor_235_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">74.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For Loue, within his fertile working braine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Did<a name="FNanchor_236_236" id="FNanchor_236_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a> then conceiue those gracious Virgins three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whose ciuell moderation does maintaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'All decent order and conueniencie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And faire respect, and seemlie modestie;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'And then he thought it fit they should be borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That their sweet presence dauncing might adorne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">75.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Hence is it that these <i>Graces</i> painted are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With hand in hand dauncing an endlesse round;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And with regarding eyes, that still beware<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That there be no disgrace amongst them found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With equall foote they beate the flowry ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Laughing, or singing, as their passions will:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Yet nothing that they doe becomes them ill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">76.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thus Loue taught men, and men thus learnd of Loue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Sweet Musick's sound with feet to counterfaite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which was long time before high thundering <i>Ioue</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Was lifted vp to Heauen's imperiall seat;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For though by birth he were the Prince of <i>Creete</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Nor <i>Creet</i>, nor Heau'n should the yong Prince haue seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'If dancers with their timbrels had not been.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">77.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Since when all ceremonious misteries,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'All sacred orgies and religious rights,<a name="FNanchor_237_237" id="FNanchor_237_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'All pomps, and triumphs, and solemnities,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'All funerals, nuptials, and like publike sights,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'All Parliaments of peace, and warlike fights,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'All learnèd arts, and euery great affaire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'A liuely shape of dauncing seemes to beare.<a name="FNanchor_238_238" id="FNanchor_238_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_238_238" class="fnanchor">[238]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">78.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For what did he who with his ten-tong'd lute<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Gaue beasts and blocks an vnderstanding eare?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Or rather into bestiall minds and brute<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Shed and infus'd the beames of reason cleare?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Doubtlesse for men that rude and sauage were<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'A ciuill forme of dauncing he deuis'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Wherewith vnto their gods they sacrifiz'd.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">79.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'So did <i>Musæus</i>, so <i>Amphion</i> did,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And <i>Linus</i> with his sweet enchanting song;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And he whose hand the Earth of monsters rid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And had men's eares fast chaynèd to his tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And <i>Theseus</i> to his wood-borne slaues among,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Vs'd dauncing as the finest policie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To plant religion and societie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">80.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And therefore now the Thracian <i>Orpheus</i> lire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And <i>Hercules</i> him selfe are stellified;<a name="FNanchor_239_239" id="FNanchor_239_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And in high heau'n amidst the starry quire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Dauncing their parts continually doe slide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'So on the Zodiake <i>Ganimed</i> doth ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And so is <i>Hebe</i> with the Muses nine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For pleasing <i>Ioue</i> with dauncing, made diuine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">81.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Wherefore was <i>Proteus</i> sayd himselfe to change<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Into a streame, a lyon, and a tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And many other formes fantastique, strange,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As in his fickle thought he wisht to be?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But that he daunc'd with such facilitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As like a lyon he could pace with pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Ply like a plant, and like a riuer slide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">82.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And how was <i>Cæneus</i><a name="FNanchor_240_240" id="FNanchor_240_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a> made at first a man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And then a woman, then a man againe,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'But in a daunce? which when he first began<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Hee the man's part in measure did sustaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But when he chang'd into a second straine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He daunc'd the woman's part another space,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And then return'd into his former place.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">83.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Hence sprang the fable of <i>Tiresias</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That he the pleasure of both sexes tryde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For in a daunce he man and woman was<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'By often chaunge of place from side to side;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But for the woman easily did slide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And smoothly swim with cunning hidden art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'He tooke more pleasure in a woman's part.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">84.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'So to a fish <i>Venus</i> herselfe did change,<a name="FNanchor_241_241" id="FNanchor_241_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And swimming through the soft and yeelding waue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With gentle motions did so smoothly range,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As none might see where she the water draue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But this plaine truth that falsèd fable gaue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That she did daunce with slyding easines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Plyant and quick in wandring passages.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">85.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And merry <i>Bacchus</i> practis'd dauncing to[o],<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And to the Lydian numbers,<a name="FNanchor_242_242" id="FNanchor_242_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a> rounds did make:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The like he did in th' Easterne India doo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And taught them all when <i>Phœbus</i> did awake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And when at night he did his coach<a name="FNanchor_243_243" id="FNanchor_243_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a> forsake:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To honor heaun, and heau'ns great roling eye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With turning daunces, and with melodie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">86.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thus they who first did found a Common-weale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And they who first Religion did ordaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'By dauncing, first the peoples hearts did steale:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of whom we now a thousand tales doe faine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet doe we now their perfect rules retaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And vse them stil in such deuises new,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As in the World, long since their withering, grew.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">87.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For after townes and kingdomes founded were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Betweene greate States arose well-ordered War;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Wherein most perfect measure doth appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whether their well-set rankes respected are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In quadrant forme or semicircular:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'Or else the march, when all the troups aduance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And to the drum, in gallant order daunce.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">88.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And after Warrs, when white-wing'd Victory<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Is with a glorious tryumph beautified,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And euery one doth <i>Io Io</i> cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Whiles all in gold the conquerour doth ride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The solemne pompe that fils the Citty wide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Obserues such ranke and measure euerywhere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As if they altogether dauncing were.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">89.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'The like iust order mourners doe obserue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(But with vnlike affection and atire)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When some great man that nobly did deserue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And whom his friends impatiently desire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Is brought with honour to his latest fire:<a name="FNanchor_244_244" id="FNanchor_244_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The dead corps too in that sad daunce is mou'd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As if both dead and liuing, dauncing lou'd.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">90.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'A diuers cause, but like solemnitie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Vnto the Temple leads the bashfull bride:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which blusheth like the Indian iuory<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Which is with dip of Tyrian purple died;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A golden troope doth passe on euery side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Of flourishing young men and virgins gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which keepe faire measure all the flowry way.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">91.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And not alone the generall multitude,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But those choise <i>Nestors</i> which in councell graue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of citties, and of kingdomes doe conclude,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Most comly order in their sessions haue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Wherefore the wise Thessalians euer gaue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The name of leader of their Countrie's daunce<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To him that had their Countrie's gouernance.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">92.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And those great masters of their liberall arts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In all their seurall Schooles doe Dauncing teach:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For humble Grammer first doth set the parts<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of congruent and well-according speach;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which Rethorike, whose state the clouds doth reach,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And heau'nly Poetry, doe forward lead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And diuers measures diuersly doe tread.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">93.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For Rhetorick, clothing speech in rich aray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In looser numbers teacheth her to range,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With twenty tropes, and turnings euery way,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'And various figures and licencious change;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But Poetry with rule and order strange,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'So curiously doth moue each single pace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As all is mard if she one foot misplace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">94.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'These Arts of speach, the guids and marshals are;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But Logick leadeth Reason in a daunce:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'(Reason the cynosure and bright load-star,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In this World's sea t' auoid the rock of Chaunce.)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For with close following and continuance<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'One reason doth another so ensue,<a name="FNanchor_245_245" id="FNanchor_245_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As in conclusion still the daunce is true.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">95.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'So Musicke to her owne sweet tunes doth trip<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With tricks of 3, 5, 8, 15, and more;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'So doth the Art of Numbering seeme to skip<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'From eu'n to odd in her proportion'd score;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'So doe those skils, whose quick eyes doe explore<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The iust dimension both of Earth and Heau'n,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'In all their rules obserue a measure eu'n.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">96.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Loe this is Dauncing's true nobilitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Dauncing, the child of Musicke and of Loue;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Dauncing it selfe, both loue and harmony,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where all agree, and all in order moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Dauncing, the Art that all Arts doe approue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The faire caracter of the World's consent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The Heau'ns true figure and th' Earth's ornament.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">97.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Queene, whose dainty eares had borne too long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tedious praise of that she did despise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adding once more the musicke of the tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the sweet speech of her alluring eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Began to answer in such winning wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As that forthwith <i>Antinous'</i> tongu[e] was tyde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His eyes fast fixt, his eares were open wide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">98.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Forsooth (quoth she) great glory you haue won,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To your trim minion, Dauncing, all this while,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'By blazing him Loue's first begotten sonne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of euery ill the hateful father vile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That doth the world with sorceries beguile;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Cunningly mad, religiously prophane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Wit's monster, Reason's canker, Sence's bane.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">99.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Loue taught the mother that vnkinde desire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To wash her hands in her owne infant's blood;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Loue taught the daughter to betray her sire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Into most base vnworthy seruitude;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Loue taught the brother to prepare such foode<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'To feast his brothers that the all-seeing sun<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Wrapt in a clowd, that wicked sight did shun.<a name="FNanchor_246_246" id="FNanchor_246_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">100.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And euen this self same Loue hath dauncing taught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'An Art that showes th' Idea of his minde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With vainesse, frenzie, and misorder fraught;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Sometimes with blood and cruelties vnkinde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For in a daunce, <i>Tereus'</i> mad wife did finde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Fit time and place by murther<a name="FNanchor_247_247" id="FNanchor_247_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a> of her sonne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'T' auenge the wrong his trayterous sire had done.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">101.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What meane the mermayds when they daunce and sing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But certaine death vnto the marriner?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'What tydings doe the dauncing dilphins<a name="FNanchor_248_248" id="FNanchor_248_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a> bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But that some dangerous storme approcheth nere?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Then sith both Loue and Dauncing lyueries beare<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'Of such ill hap, vnhappy may I<a name="FNanchor_249_249" id="FNanchor_249_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a> proue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'If sitting free I either daunce or loue.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">102.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet once again <i>Antinous</i> did reply;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Great Queen, condemne not Loue<a name="FNanchor_250_250" id="FNanchor_250_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a> the innocent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For this mischeuous lust, which traterously<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Vsurps his name, and steales his ornament:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For that true Loue which Dauncing did inuent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Is he that tun'd the World's whole harmony,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And linkt all men in sweet societie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">103.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'He first extracted from th' earth-mingled mind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That heau'nly fire, or quintessence diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which doth such simpathy in beauty find,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'As is betweene the elme and fruitful vine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And so to beauty euer doth encline;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Life's<a name="FNanchor_251_251" id="FNanchor_251_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a> life it is, and cordiall to the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And of our better part, the better part.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">104.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'This <i>is true Loue</i>, by that true <i>Cupid</i> got,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which daunceth galliards in your amorous eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But to your frozen hart approcheth not—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Onely your hart he dares not enterprise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And yet through euery other part he flyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And euery where he nimbly daunceth now,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Though<a name="FNanchor_252_252" id="FNanchor_252_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a> in your selfe, your selfe perceiue not how.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">105.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For your sweet beauty daintily transfus'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With due proportion throughout euery part;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'What is it but a daunce where Loue hath vs'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'His finer cunning, and more curious art?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where all the elements themselues impart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And turne, and wind, and mingle with such measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">106.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Loue in the twinckling of your eylids daunceth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Loue daunceth in your pulses and your vaines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Loue when you sow, your needle's point aduanceth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And makes it daunce a thousand curious straines<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of winding rounds, whereof the forme remaines;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'To shew, that your faire hands can daunce the hey,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which your fine feet would learne as well as they.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">107.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And when your iuory fingers touch the strings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of any siluer-sounding instrument;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Loue makes them daunce to those sweete murmerings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With busie skill, and cunning excellent;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'O that your feet those tunes would represent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With artificiall motions to and fro,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That Loue this art in ev'ry part might sho[w]e!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">108.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Yet your faire soule, which came from heau'n aboue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'To rule thys house,—another heau'n below,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With diuers powers in harmony doth moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And all the vertues that from her doe flow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In a round measure hand in hand doe goe:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Could I now see, as I conceiue thys Daunce,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Wonder and Loue would cast me in a traunce.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">109.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'The richest iewell in all the heau'nly treasure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That euer yet vnto the Earth was showne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Is perfect Concord, th' onely perfect pleasure<a name="FNanchor_253_253" id="FNanchor_253_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'That wretched earth-borne men haue euer knowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For many harts it doth compound in one;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'That when so one doth will, or speake, or doe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With one consent they all agree thereto.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">110.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Concord's true picture shineth in this art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where diuers men and women rankèd be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And euery one doth daunce a seuerall part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Yet all as one, in measure doe agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Obseruing perfect vniformitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'All turne together, all together trace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And all together honour and embrace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">111.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'If they whom sacred Loue hath link't in one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Doe as they daunce, in all their course of life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Neuer shall burning griefe nor bitter mone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Nor factious difference, nor vnkind strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Arise betwixt the husband and the wife;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For whether forth or bake<a name="FNanchor_254_254" id="FNanchor_254_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a> or round he goe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the man doth, so must the woman doe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">112.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'What if by often enterchange of place<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Sometime the woman gets the vpper hand?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'That is but done for more delightfull grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For one<a name="FNanchor_255_255" id="FNanchor_255_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a> that part shee doth not euer stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But, as the measure's law doth her command,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Shee wheeles about, and ere the daunce doth end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Into her former place shee doth transcend.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">113.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But not alone this correspondence meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And vniform consent doth dauncing praise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'For <i>Comlines</i> the child of order sweet,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Enamels it with her eye-pleasing raies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Fair Comlines, ten hundred thousand waies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Through dauncing shedds it selfe, and makes shine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With glorious beauty, and with grace diuine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">114.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For <i>Comliness</i> is a disposing faire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of things and actions in fit time and place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which doth in dauncing shew it selfe most cleere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When troopes confus'd, which here and there doe trace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Without distinguishment or bounded space:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
<span class="i2">'By dauncing's rule, into such ranks are brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'As glads the eye, as rauisheth the thought.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">115.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Then why should Reason iudge that reasonles<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which is wit's ofspring, and the worke of art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Image of concord and of comlines?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Who sees a clock mouing in euery part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'A sayling pinnesse,<a name="FNanchor_256_256" id="FNanchor_256_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a> or a wheeling cart;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'But thinks that Reason, ere it came to passe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'The first impulsiue cause and mouer was?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">116.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Who sees an Armie all in ranke aduance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'But deemes a wise Commaunder is in place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which leadeth on that braue victorious daunce?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Much more in Dauncing's Art, in Dauncing's grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Blindnes it selfe may Reason's footstep trace;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'<i>For of Loue's maze it is the curious plot,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>'And of Man's fellowship the true-love knot</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">117.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But if these eyes of yours, (load-starrs of Loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Shewing the World's great daunce to your mind's eye!)<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
<span class="i0">'Cannot with all their demonstrations moue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Kinde apprehension in your fantasie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Of Dauncing's vertue, and nobilitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'How can my barbarous tongue win you there to,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which Heau'n and Earth's faire speech could neuer do?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">118.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'O Loue my king: if all my wit and power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Haue done you all the seruice that they can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'O be you present in this present hower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And help your seruant and your true Leige-man<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'End that perswasion which I earst began;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'For who in praise of Dauncing can perswade<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'With such sweet force as Loue, which Dancing made?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">119.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Loue heard his prayer, and swifter then the wind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to a page, in habit, face, and speech,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He came, and stood <i>Antinous</i> behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many secrets to his thoughts did teach;<a name="FNanchor_257_257" id="FNanchor_257_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">At last a christall mirrour he did reach<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto his hands, that he with one rash view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All formes therein by Loue's reuealing knew.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">120.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And humbly honouring, gaue it to the Queene<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With this faire speech: 'See fairest Queene (quoth he)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The fairest sight that euer shall be seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And th' onely wonder of posteritie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'The richest worke in Nature's treasury;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Which she disdaines to shew on this World's stage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'And thinkes it far too good for our rude age.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">121.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'But in another World diuided far:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'In the great, fortunate, triangled Ile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Thrise twelue degrees remou'd from the North star,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'She will this glorious workemanship compile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Which she hath beene conceiuing all this while<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Since the World's birth, and will bring forth at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'When sixe and twenty hundred yeares are past.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">122.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Penelope</i>, the Queene, when she had view'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The strang eye-dazeling, admirable sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faine would have praisd the state and pulchritude,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she was stricken dumbe with wonder quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet her sweet minde retain'd her thinking might;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her rauisht minde in heaunly thoughts did dwel,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But what she thought, no mortall tongue can tel.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">123.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You lady Muse, whom <i>Ioue</i> the Counsellour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Begot of Memorie, Wisdom's treasuresse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To your diuining tongue is giuen a power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of vttering secrets large and limitlesse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You can <i>Penelope's</i> strange thoughts expresse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which she conceiu'd, and then would faine haue told,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When shee the wond'rous christall did behold.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">124.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her wingèd thoughts bore vp her minde so hie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As that she weend shee saw the glorious throne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where the bright moone doth sit in maiesty:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand sparkling starres about her shone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she herselfe did sparkle more alone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then all those thousand beauties would haue done<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If they had been confounded all in one.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">125.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet she thought those stars mou'd in such measure.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To do their soueraigne honor and delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As sooth'd her minde, with sweet enchanting plesure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although the various change amaz'd her sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And her weake iudgement did entangle quite;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beside, their mouing made them shine more cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As diamonds mou'd more sparkling do appeare.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">126.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This was the picture of her wondrous thought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But who can wonder that her thought was so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sith <i>Vulcan</i> king of fire that mirror wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Who things to come, present, and past, doth know)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there did represent in liuely show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our glorious English Courts diuine image,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As it should be in this our Golden Age.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="left" />
<p class="center"><i>Here are wanting some Stanzaes describing Queene Elizabeth. Then
follow these.</i></p>
<p class="inset">127.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her brighter dazeling beames of maiestie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were laid aside, for she vouchsaft awhile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With gracious, cheerefull, and familiar eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vpon the reuels of her Court to smile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For so Time's Iourneis she doth oft beguile:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like sight no mortall eye might elsewhere see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So full of State, Art, and varietie.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">128.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For of her barons braue, and ladies faire,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who had they been elsewhere, most faire had been;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many an incomparable louely payre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With hand in hand were interlinkèd seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making faire honour to their soueraigne Queene;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forward they pac'd, and did their pace apply<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To a most sweet and solemne melody.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">129.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So subtile and curious was the measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With such<a name="FNanchor_258_258" id="FNanchor_258_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a> vnlookt for chaunge in euery straine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As that <i>Penelope</i> rapt with sweet pleasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weend<a name="FNanchor_259_259" id="FNanchor_259_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a> shee beheld the true proportion plaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of her owne webb, weaud and unweaud againe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that her art was somewhat lesse she thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on a meere ignoble subiect wrought.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">130.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For here like to the silkeworme's industry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauty it selfe out of it selfe did weaue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So rare a worke, and of such subtilty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As did all eyes entangle and deceiue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in all mindes a strange impression leaue;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>
<span class="i2">In this sweet laborinth did <i>Cupid</i> stray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And neuer had the power to passe away.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">131.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As when the Indians, neighbours of the morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In honour of the cheerefull rising sunne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With pearle and painted plumes themselues adorning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A solemne stately measure haue begun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The god well pleasd with that faire honour done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sheds foorth his beames, and doth their faces kis<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With that immortal glorious face of his.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">132.</p>
<p>So, &c., &c. * * *</p>
<p><i>Such is 'Orchestra' as given by the Author in 1622: but in the first
edition (1596) no fewer than five omitted stanzas are found. They here
follow.</i></p>
<p class="inset">127.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Away, Terpsechore, light Muse away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And come Vranie, prophetese diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, Muse of heau'n, my burning thirst allay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen now for want of sacred drinke I tine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In heau'nly moysture dip thys pen of mine,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And let my mouth with nectar ouerflow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For I must more then mortall glory show.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">128.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, that I had Homer's aboundant vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would hierof another Ilias make:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or els the man of Mantua's<a name="FNanchor_260_260" id="FNanchor_260_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a> charmèd braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In whose large throat great Joue the thunder spake.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O that I could old Gefferie's<a name="FNanchor_261_261" id="FNanchor_261_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a> Muse awake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or borrow Colin's<a name="FNanchor_262_262" id="FNanchor_262_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a> fayre heroike stile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or smooth my rimes with Delia's servants file.<a name="FNanchor_263_263" id="FNanchor_263_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">129.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O, could I, sweet Companion, sing like you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, of a shadow, under a shadow sing;<a name="FNanchor_264_264" id="FNanchor_264_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or, like <i>Salue's</i> sad lover true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or like the Bay, the Marigold's darling,<a name="FNanchor_265_265" id="FNanchor_265_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose suddaine verse Loue covers with his wing:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O that your braines were mingled all with mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">T' inlarge my wit for this great worke diuine!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
<p class="inset">130.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, Astrophell might one for all suffize,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose supple Muse Camelion-like doth change<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into all formes of excellent deuise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So might the Swallow,<a name="FNanchor_266_266" id="FNanchor_266_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a> whose swift Muse doth range<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through rare Idæas, and inuentions strange,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And euer doth enioy her ioyfull Spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sweeter then the Nightingale doth sing.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="inset">131.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O that I might that singing Swallow heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whom I owe my seruice and my loue!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His sugred tunes would so enchant mine eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in my mind such sacred fury moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I should knock at Heau'ns gate aboue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With my proude rimes, while of this heau'nly state<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I doe aspire the shadow to relate.<a name="FNanchor_267_267" id="FNanchor_267_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph2">
Finis.
</p>
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<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Through B. H. Beedham, Esq., as before, I have many
details on the two contemporary Sir John Davieses from Sir Bernard
Burke Ulster King at Arms, &c., &c., and J. N. C. Atkinson Davis,
Esqr., Dublin; and the same acknowledgment has to be made on many
points in the Life.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Carte Papers, folios 330-334: Vol. XII. The particular
MS. is headed "Notes of the life of Sr John Dauys. May 2d. 1674."
These Notes are not very accurate. To begin with, the father's name is
mistakenly given as Edward instead of John.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> In MS. F 4, 18, Trinity College, Dublin, the same origin
is given, but the place beyond ... 'wyn' is illegible in both.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Hoare's Wilts. gives many names; but his pedigrees are
rarely trustworthy; as a rule, are exceedingly untrustworthy.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> The MSS. of note <i>supra</i>.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Wilts., as before, on Davies, Vol. IV. part I., p. 136; on
Bennetts, Vol. III., part II., p. 107.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Lives of Eminent Serjeants, 2 vols., 8vo. (1869). By
H. William Woolrych, Sergeant-at-Law: Vol. I., p. 187. Considerable
industry is shown in this work, but it literally swarms with blunders.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> In the fuller Life to be prefixed to the Prose Works, I
hope to furnish more details.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> In the same I intend to give account of these Registers,
and the many Davies entries, &c.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> From the original books, as <i>supra</i>. See Pearce's Inns
of Court, p. 293, where it is stated that the elder Davies was a legal
practitioner in Wilts.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> There is a copy at Lambeth.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> There is a copy in the Bodleian.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> See Woolrych, as before, and the authorities therein
given. At the end of Thomas Coriate's "Traveller for the English Wits,"
W. Jaggard, 1616 (4to), is a list of his acquaintances, to whom he
desires "the commendations of my dutiful respects." Among them occurs
"Mr. Richard Martin, Counsellor."</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Lord Stowell wrote an elaborate Paper on the whole
matter, and the restoration of Davies. It appeared in "Archæologia,"
Vol. XXI. I propose to write the narrative <i>in extenso</i> in my fuller
Life, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Lord Stowell, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Vol. I., pp. 115-116, "Nosce Teipsum."</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> See Vol. I., pp. 9-11. The date 1592, sometimes
(modernly) appended to the dedication of "Nosce Teipsum," has
no authority, and is in contradiction with all the known facts
and circumstances. Equally erroneous and misleading is the
ultra-rhetorically given chronology in "Court and Society from
Elizabeth to Anne," (2 Vols., 8vo., 1864), which bears the name of
the present Duke of Manchester, as thus:—"This Templar ... who wrote
a noble work on the immortality of the soul in the very hey-day of
his young blood, who afterwards became famous for his gravity as a
judge, his wisdom as a politician, and his soundness as a statesman,
terminated his literary career as the author of a poem in praise of
dancing," (Vol. I., p. 289). This is precisely the reverse of the fact.
In his earlier hot-blooded days he threw off his gay and self-named
"light" verses. In an interval of penitent self-inspection and worthier
aspiration, he wrote "Nosce Teipsum," and he followed this up by
ever-deepened grave, wise and weighty (prose) books. It is a pity
(perhaps) to spoil your brilliant bits of antithetic scandal; and more
pity that they should be hazarded for inevitable spoiling. Or put it in
another way: it is too bad to have your cook serving up the Roast Beef
of Old England as if it were strawberries (and cream). One need not use
severer terms, knowing the ducal editorship is a blind. Campbell in his
"Specimens," preceded in the blundering.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> In Memorial-Introduction to Poems, as before, pp. 15-21.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> See Vol. II., pp. 72-86.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Ibid, pp. 87-95. See on this in second division of this
Memorial-Introduction: Postscript.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> See Lord Stowell's Paper, in Archælogia, Vol. XXI., pp.
107-112, and our fuller Life, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> See Prose Works, as before, Vol. II. With reference to
the Lines to the Lord Chancellor on the death of his "second wife"
(Vol. I. pp. 112-3) it may be noted that he married (1) Elizabeth,
d. of Thomas Ravenscroft of Bretton, co. Flint, Esq., (2) Elizabeth,
sister of Sir George More of Loseley co. Surrey, Kt., and widow of
Sir John Wolley of Pirford, Surrey, Kt., and before him of Richard
Polsted, Esq., of Aldbury, co. Surrey. Her second husband Sir John
Wolley (sometimes spelled Wooley) died in February or March 1595-6 and
was buried in St. Paul's Cathedral. She appears to have remarried (viz.
the Lord Chancellor) in the same year: so that she did not live long
thereafter; for she died on 20th January 1599-1600 and was buried with
her second husband. The Lord Chancellor was in profound grief (as the
Lines of Davies confirm); but he got over it sufficiently to marry (3)
Alice, d. of Sir John Spencer of Althorpe co. Northampton, Kt., and
widow of Ferdinando, 5th Earl of Derby, on 21st October of the same
year (1599-1600) exactly nine months after the death of his (lamented)
second wife. She survived the Lord Chancellor until 26th January 1636-7
and was buried at Harefield, co. Middlesex. Of Ellesmere himself these
<i>data</i> may be given: Sir Thomas Egerton was created Lord Ellesmere 21
July 1603, upon his appointment as Lord High Chancellor of England.
He was further created Viscount Brackley 7th Nov. 1616, and was about
being made Earl of Bridgewater when he died 15th March 1616-7. His son
John was so created 27th May 1617.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Vol. I., pp. 12-13.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> The Carte "Notes," as before, make Davies go to the
Scottish Court on the birth of Prince Henry; but this is an obvious
mistake: and yet it is noticeable that among the hitherto unpublished
poems is one to the King, wherein contemporary allusion is made to his
Majesty's visit to Denmark for his Queen.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Wood, as before, ii., p. 401.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> See my edition of Sir Philip Sidney, being prepared for
reproduction from the Fuller Worthies' Library in the present Series.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Sir Bernard Burke and J. N. C. Atkins Davis, Esq.,
communications through Mr. Beedham, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> See Smith's Law Officers of Ireland, <i>s.n.</i> The Patent of
29th May, 1609, I propose to give <i>in extenso</i> in the Life, as before.
It is extremely interesting.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> As Sergeant-at-Law he ought to have been resident in
London, but the King gave him "dispensation" that he might return to
Ireland.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> Carte MSS. ff. 315-6.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Carte, as before, Vol. 62, ff. 313-14.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> See Life to be prefixed to Prose Works for quotations
from her writings in verse and prose, and for further details.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> See Prose, Vol. II.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> See fuller Life, as before, for a complete narrative from
contemporary documents.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> Ibid, Vol. III.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> Willis's Nat. Parl., Vol. III., p. 173.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> In the Life, as before, will be given full details of the
Grants, with a curious paper of his daughter long afterwards making
inquiries as to what had become of the Irish estates, &c., &c.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> It will be observed that in the Letter Sir John does
not name the gentleman he wishes to succeed him. It was no doubt Sir
William Ryves, who actually was appointed. The "neere alliance" was
through the family of Mervyn, and is shown in the following details
drawn up for me by Mr. B. H. Beedham, from information communicated by
Mr. J. N. C. Davis, as before:</p>
<table class="tree" border="0" cellpadding="2" summary="Genealogy.">
<colgroup>
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
<col width="10%" />
</colgroup>
<tr>
<td colspan="4" class="center bor_right_yes">George Touchet,<br /> Earl of Castlehaven</td>
<td colspan="4" class="center bor_left_yes">Lucy, d. of Sir James Mervyn,<br />
Fonthill, Wilts.</td>
<td> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td> </td>
<td colspan="3" class="bor_bot_yes bor_right_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="3" class="bor_bot_yes bor_left_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="2"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="bor_right_yes right font70">3</td>
<td colspan="6" class="bor_top_yes bor_right_yes bor_left_yes"> </td>
<td class="bor_left_yes font70" colspan="2">2</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="center" colspan="2">Sir John Davies</td>
<td class="center" colspan="4">Lady Eleanor Touchet </td>
<td class="center" colspan="2">Edward Davys<br /> Joan Cave</td>
<td> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="4"> </td>
<td colspan="3" class="bor_right_yes bor_bot_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="2" class="bor_left_yes bor_bot_yes"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="4" class="bor_right_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="3" class="bor_left_yes bor_right_yes bor_top_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="2" class="bor_left_yes bor_right_yes bor_top_yes"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="3"> </td>
<td colspan="2" class="center">Matthew Davys<br /> b. 1595 ob. 1678.</td>
<td class="bor_right_yes" colspan="2"> </td>
<td class="bor_left_yes"> </td>
<td class="center" colspan="2">Ann d. of Edward Mervyn of Fonthill,<br />
ob. 8th Nov. 1657.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="bor_right_yes" colspan="7"> </td>
<td class="bor_left_yes" colspan="3"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="4" class="center bor_right_yes">John Ryves of Daunsey Court</td>
<td class="bor_left_yes bor_top_yes center" colspan="3">Elizabeth d. of John Mervyn<br /> (several children)</td>
<td colspan="3"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2"> </td>
<td colspan="2" class="bor_right_yes bor_bot_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="2" class="bor_left_yes bor_bot_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="3"> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="bor_right_yes right font70">6</td>
<td colspan="4" class="bor_left_yes bor_right_yes bor_top_yes"> </td>
<td colspan="4" class="bor_left_yes font70">8th son.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="4" class="center">Sir William Ryves settled in Ireland; had numerous
appointments, and made large purchases of estates; Attorney General.</td>
<td> </td>
<td colspan="3" class="center">Sir Thomas Ryves, Master in Chancery: Judge of the Prerogative Court there.</td>
<td colspan="2"> </td>
</tr>
</table>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> No. 245. For a notice of the collection from which
the above Letter is for the first time printed, see Preface to "The
Fortescue Papers ... Edited ... by Samuel R. Gardiner, for the Camden
Society (1871). My friend Mr. Gardiner must have overlooked Davies's
important letter.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> By inadvertence the Patent describes Sir John Davies
as "deceased." Unless used as = departed (from Ireland), or = having
ceased to fill the office, it is a singular oversight.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> In the Life, as before, his appearances in Parliament
will be noted and illustrated.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> Woolrych, as before, splits the one work into several,
and mistakes MSS. of it for distinct works. Vol. I., pp. 209-10.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> Vol. III., pp. 1-116.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> In the fuller Life, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> Pearce's "Inns of Court," p. 293.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> See Stow's "Environs of London," by Strype, Book VI., p.
72. But our text of the Inscriptions is from the Carte MSS. Dr. E. F.
Rimbault's MS. in the autograph of John Le Neve, as published in Notes
and Queries, 1st series, Vol. V., p. 331, is inexplicably imperfect and
blundering.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> His Prose is of no common order; and will be critically
examined in the fuller Life, along with his Prose Works in the Fuller
Worthies' Library, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Introduction to the Literature of Europe in the 15th,
16th, and 17th Centuries: Vol. II., p. 227, edn. 1860.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <i>A Compendious History of English Literature</i>, &c., Vol.
I., p. 577, edn. 1866.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> To Southey's praise be it remembered, that he was the
first emphatically to regret that there had been no collective edition
of Sir John Davies's Works, as thus: "It may be regretted that he did
not leave representatives who would have thought it a duty and an
honour to publish all that could be collected of his writings; thus
erecting the best and most enduring monument to his memory." (British
Poets: Chaucer to Jonson: p. 686). Our edition of his Prose and Verse
fulfils Southey's wish.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Ashmore (J). Certain Selected Odes of Horace Englished,
with Poems of divers Subiects translated. Whereunto are added, both
in Latin and English, sundry new Epigrammes, Anagrammes, Epitaphes.
1621 sm. 4<sup>o</sup>. As this Volume is seldom to be met with, I take the
opportunity of adding here the Anagram to Bacon, which does not appear
to have been known to his Editors or Biographers.
</p>
<p>
To the Right Honourable, Sir Francis Bacone, Knight, Lord High
Chancelor of England.
</p>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Anagr">
<tr><td align="right" rowspan="2">Anagr</td><td align="left">{Bacone</td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">{ Beacon</td></tr>
</table>
<div class="center">
Thy Vertuous Name and Office, joyne with Fate,<br />
To make thee the bright Beacon of the State.
</div>
<p>
I just observe, as my book passes through the Press, that <span class="smcap">Anthony
a-Wood</span> quotes (probably) above, without naming the author.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> See my edition of Sidney, Vol. I.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> As for much more I am indebted to Dr. Brinsley Nicholson
(as before) for most of the details of the above statement. He has
likewise favoured me with these additional illustrations of a refrain
in the introduction to the "Lottery." In the Queen's Entertainment at
Cawdray (Lord Montacute's), in 1591, an angler says, "Madame, it is an
olde saying, There is no fishing to the sea nor service to the King:
but it holdes when the sea is calme and the King vertuous" (Nichols'
Progresses). Greene also uses it in his James IV., when the schemer who
has gained by flattering the King, says (I. 2)
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now may I say as many often sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No fishing to the sea nor service to a King."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
See Note to the "Lottery," Vol. II., p. 88. It was surely an error
of judgment of the late Mr. John Bruce, in reproducing Manningham's
"Diary," to leave out the "Lottery," and related entries, on the weak
plea that the former had been printed in Shakespeare and Percy Society
publications. It may be here mentioned that Manningham, in giving some
of the "Lottery" verses, writes on a leaf which is followed by one of
the date of 1601; but as Mr. Collier remarks, either the leaves of
the Diary got misplaced, or else he was in the habit of using up at
after times leaves that he had left blank. Further: Chamberlain, in
a letter of October 2, 1602, mentions the visit to the Lord Keeper's
at Harefield as part of the late "Progress." The original M.S. of the
Entertainment belonged to Sir Roger Newdegate, but is now missing.
Finally: I over-looked to annotate <i>in loco</i> in the "Entertainment"
itself, that as the Dairy house was to the left while the "House" (of
Harefield) was to the right, the Dairymaid ridicules the idea of the
Bailiff taking such a party to what she calls a Pigeon house for its
size, and which was moreover at that moment in the carpenters' hands.
In effect the Queen had to be separated from at least the greater part
of her suite.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> See my edition of his Complete Poems for the Roxburghe
Club.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> Spreds in 1st edn. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> Thomas Davies, as before, misprints 'thro.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> Bp. Hacket writes 'Deus' against 'Spirit': but perhaps
the Queen only was (flatteringly) intended, as her poetic name of
Cynthia would seem to indicate. This word 'Spirit' is misprinted by
Thomas Davies and by Southey and usually, 'spring'. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> Misprinted by Davies and Southey, as before, 'join'd'. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Davies and Southey misread
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And influence of such celestial kind'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
which I find supported by none of the author's own texts. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_60_60" id="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, misread 'Her
Maiesty's Devoted Subject and Servant' from Tate (1697). See our
Memorial-Introduction. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_61_61" id="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> In 1599 edition 'Dauies,' and in 1608 edition 'Davis' and
also in its title-page: in 1622 edition, as above. G.
</p>
<p>
⁂ <span class="smcap">Tate</span>, and after him <span class="smcap">Thomas Davies</span>,
dates this Dedication 'July 11th, 1592.' It is possible that the 'Poem'
was then in manuscript: but it was not printed or published until 1599,
and there is no date to the Dedication either in that edition or in
those of 1602, 1608 or 1622. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_62_62" id="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> On this MS. of Nosce Teipsum see our Preface. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_63_63" id="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> Misprinted 'and' in 1st edition and in 1608. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_64_64" id="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> 'God' in 1st edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_65_65" id="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> Foolish. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_66_66" id="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> In 1st edition 'Thief' is misprinted 'shie' and Bp.
Hacket writes here: 'Prometheus stole fire: qui in tulit in terram
malum.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_67_67" id="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Fable in Æsop [Babrius]. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_68_68" id="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> Ixion. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_69_69" id="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> Danaides. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_70_70" id="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Painstaking. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_71_71" id="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> Phaethon. Hacket.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_72_72" id="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> Icarus. Hacket.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_73_73" id="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> Anima tanquam tabula, Aris[totle]. Hacket.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_74_74" id="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> 'One' in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_75_75" id="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> 'Mortal' in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_76_76" id="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> Misprinted 'here' but corrected in the errata of 1622
edition, as above, from 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_77_77" id="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Oraculum Appollinis [f]uit Diabolicum. Hacket.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_78_78" id="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> Thomas Davies, as before, misprints 'each' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_79_79" id="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> Misprinted 'It is': corrected by H... G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_80_80" id="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> Io. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_81_81" id="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 more accurately 'sprites'. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_82_82" id="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> Davies and Southey substitute 'the mind'. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_83_83" id="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, mis-substitute 'pry.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_84_84" id="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> An overlooked misprint here is 'seas': found in all the
author's own editions, and repeated until now, <i>e.g.</i> by Thomas Davies
and Southey, as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_85_85" id="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> Bounds: as in Race-courses. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_86_86" id="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> Thoms Davies, as before, mis-reads 'will'. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_87_87" id="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> 'Sense' in 1st edn. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_88_88" id="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> Davies and Southey misprint egregiously 'river.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_89_89" id="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> Laymen. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_90_90" id="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> Dew: and so spelled also by the Fletchers and other
contemporaries. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_91_91" id="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> Painstaking. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_92_92" id="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> Misprinted 'act' in the 1st edn. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_93_93" id="Footnote_93_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> In 1st edition 'she thus doth.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_94_94" id="Footnote_94_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> Q. Eliz[abeth]. H. [Davies and Southey, as before,
substitute 'a prudent emperor.' G.]</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_95_95" id="Footnote_95_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, substitute 'whom princes
do.' Ellesmere. See sonnet addressed to him among 'Minor poems.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_96_96" id="Footnote_96_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> 'Spreads' in 1st edn. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_97_97" id="Footnote_97_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Meliora proboq ... iora ... sequor ... Sen'a. H. [Rather
Ovid vii. 20.
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">... Video meliora, proboque</span>
<span class="i2">Deteriora sequor'</span>
</div></div>
<p>
Pathetically quoted by <span class="smcap">Byron</span> in his remarkable Letter to
<span class="smcap">John Sheppard</span>. G.]</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_98_98" id="Footnote_98_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> The allusion is to Mutius Scaevola, who was taken in an
attempt to assassinate Porsena, and thrust his hand into the fire to
prove his fortitude: Livy <span class="smcap">II</span>. 12. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_99_99" id="Footnote_99_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> The story is told by Plutarch in his Life of Marius c.
<span class="smcap">VI.</span> 415. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_100_100" id="Footnote_100_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> Pliny <span class="smcap">XXXV.</span> 36 § 3: told of a picture of
Zeuxis, as that of the horse neighing is of another by Apelles (<i>ib</i> §
17.) G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_101_101" id="Footnote_101_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> Misprinted 'temparature.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_102_102" id="Footnote_102_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> Clean, pure. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_103_103" id="Footnote_103_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a>
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">'Time but the impression stronger makes<br /></span>
<span class="i6">As streams their channels deeper wear.'<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Burns</span>: to Mary in Heaven.<br /></span>
</div></div></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_104_104" id="Footnote_104_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> Southey misprints 'in.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_105_105" id="Footnote_105_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> Misprinted in 1608 and 1622 edition 'other:' correctly,
as above, in 1599 edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_106_106" id="Footnote_106_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> Holy Scriptures. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_107_107" id="Footnote_107_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> = Spoil. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_108_108" id="Footnote_108_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> Here and elsewhere, the 1622 edn. alters 'since' of the
1599 and 1608 edns. to the earlier form 'sith': on which see Wright's
Bible Word-Book. <i>s.v.</i> G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_109_109" id="Footnote_109_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 edns., 'did.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_110_110" id="Footnote_110_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> By an unhappy oversight, the whole of this stanza is
dropped out of 1697 edition: and thence, by Davies, and generally. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_111_111" id="Footnote_111_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, substitute 'ill.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_112_112" id="Footnote_112_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, substitute 'Maker's
will.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_113_113" id="Footnote_113_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> Homer, Iliad, <span class="smcap">VIII.</span> 19: and <i>cf.</i> Tennyson
('Morte d' Arthur,' p. 200: edition 1848.)
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'For so the whole round world is every way</span>
<span class="i0">Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.' G.</span></div></div></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_114_114" id="Footnote_114_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> It is noticeable that the supreme Divine and Thinker of
America—Jonathan Edwards—accepts this symbol of the 'Tree,' and works
it out marvellously in his great treatise on 'Original Sin.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_115_115" id="Footnote_115_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> Misprinted in 1622 'sports:' 'spots' from 1599, 1602 and
1608. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_116_116" id="Footnote_116_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> 'Since,' as before in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_117_117" id="Footnote_117_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> One of Heylin's numerous books is called
'<i>Microcosmus</i>:' a little Description of the great World. Oxon: 1st
edn., 1622. The word is met with in other old title-pages and in
theological (Puritan) writings. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_118_118" id="Footnote_118_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, insert 'forth' here. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_119_119" id="Footnote_119_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, substitute 'o'er:' but
'on' is the Poet's own word here and elsewhere. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_120_120" id="Footnote_120_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 editions, 'her.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_121_121" id="Footnote_121_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> In 1598 and 1608 editions, 'vncorruptible.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_122_122" id="Footnote_122_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> 'This' in 1599 edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_123_123" id="Footnote_123_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> Living. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_124_124" id="Footnote_124_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> St. Luke, x. 40, 41. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_125_125" id="Footnote_125_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> On the Dryads Cf. Paus. viii. 4. § 2 Apollon. Rhod. ii.
447, &c. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_126_126" id="Footnote_126_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> Misprinted 'spring,' but corrected in the errata of 1622
edition, as above. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_127_127" id="Footnote_127_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Scent. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_128_128" id="Footnote_128_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 editions, 'since,' as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_129_129" id="Footnote_129_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> Scents. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_130_130" id="Footnote_130_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> Misprinted 'then' in 1622 edition, but as above
correctly in 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_131_131" id="Footnote_131_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> Misprinted 'Fancasticke' in 1622 edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_132_132" id="Footnote_132_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> Cf. Milton's Il Penseroso, lines 5-10. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_133_133" id="Footnote_133_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> Cf. Phineas Fletcher: Purple Island c. v., stanza 47. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_134_134" id="Footnote_134_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> Misprinted 'apprehension;' corrected in the errata of
1622 edition from 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_135_135" id="Footnote_135_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 editions 'since,' as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_136_136" id="Footnote_136_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> Misprinted 'them' in 1622 edition, corrected as above
from 1599 and 1608 editions. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_137_137" id="Footnote_137_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137_137"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> Thomas Davies, as before, mis-prints 'bring.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_138_138" id="Footnote_138_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138_138"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> Thomas Davies and Southey, as before, read 'opinion's
light:' but in all the Author's editions it is as above = light
opinion: or query is 'hight' = named, meant? G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_139_139" id="Footnote_139_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139_139"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> Davies, as before, 'decree.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_140_140" id="Footnote_140_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140_140"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> Here = o'er as on page 61 <i>ante</i>. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_141_141" id="Footnote_141_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141_141"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> = forgetfulness: from Lethe. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_142_142" id="Footnote_142_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142_142"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> A numeral '3' here, and in the next stanza but one. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_143_143" id="Footnote_143_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143_143"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> = disciples of Epicurus's Philosophy. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_144_144" id="Footnote_144_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144_144"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, have the extraordinary
misprint here of 'lymph.' Cf. 'Orchestra,' stanza 63, which explains
the personification. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_145_145" id="Footnote_145_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145_145"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 editions, 'since,' as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_146_146" id="Footnote_146_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146_146"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> Apollod <span class="smcap">I.</span>, 8, § 2, <i>et alibi</i>: Ovid, <i>Met.</i>
viii., 450; <i>et seq</i>: 531: Diod. <span class="smcap">IV.</span>, 34. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_147_147" id="Footnote_147_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147_147"><span class="label">[147]</span></a> Spelled in 1622 edition 'Iiebbet,' but in 1599 and 1608
as above. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_148_148" id="Footnote_148_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148_148"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> = active, vigorous: an uncommon use of the word. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_149_149" id="Footnote_149_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149_149"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> Thomas Davies and Southey, as before, misread 'the.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_150_150" id="Footnote_150_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150_150"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> Hebe. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_151_151" id="Footnote_151_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151_151"><span class="label">[151]</span></a> Foolish. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_152_152" id="Footnote_152_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152_152"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> Ovid, <i>Met.</i> vii. 163, 250 <i>et alibi</i>. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_153_153" id="Footnote_153_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153_153"><span class="label">[153]</span></a> <i>Sic</i>: and also onward. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_154_154" id="Footnote_154_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154_154"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> The parenthetic marks are as <i>supra</i>: but perhaps they
ought to begin at 'by' and end with 'world.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_155_155" id="Footnote_155_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155_155"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> Davies and Southey, as before, oddly misprint
'bucklers.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_156_156" id="Footnote_156_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156_156"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> Misprinted 'world,' but corrected in the errata of
1622 edition. Davies and Southey, as before, repeat the misprint, and
accommodate 'they' to it by reading 'they'd:' so rare is it to recur to
an author's own text. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_157_157" id="Footnote_157_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157_157"><span class="label">[157]</span></a>
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Tell us, ye dead, will none of you in pity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To those you left behind, disclose the secret?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh! that some courteous ghost would blab it out;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be.'<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Robert Blair</span>: 'The Grave.' G.</span>
</div></div>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_158_158" id="Footnote_158_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_158"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> Foolish. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_159_159" id="Footnote_159_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159_159"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> In 1599 and 1608 editions, 'do.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_160_160" id="Footnote_160_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160_160"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> Numeral '3,' as before, in 1622 edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_161_161" id="Footnote_161_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161_161"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> <i>Id est</i> 'complain.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_162_162" id="Footnote_162_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162_162"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> 'Goale' in 1608 edition. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_163_163" id="Footnote_163_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163_163"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> See Ovid, <i>Met.</i> <span class="smcap">III.</span>, 341 <i>et alibi</i>, and
Eustathius (ad Hom. p. 266). G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_164_164" id="Footnote_164_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164_164"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> 'Serious' dropped by Davies and Southey, as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_165_165" id="Footnote_165_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165_165"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> Cf. Sir Thomas Browne: 'Vulgar Errors,' <i>s.v.</i> G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_166_166" id="Footnote_166_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166_166"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> More usually applied to the swan: as ancient
<span class="smcap">Worship</span> puts it 'The whitest swanne hath a blacke foot:'
'Christian's Mourning Garment.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_167_167" id="Footnote_167_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167_167"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> The Original, Nature, and Immortality of the Soul. A
Poem. With an Introduction concerning Humane Knowledge. Written by Sir
John Davies, Attorney-General to Q. Elizabeth. With a Prefatory Account
concerning the Author and Poem. London, Printed by W. Rogers at the
Sun against St. Dunstan's Church in Fleet street. 1697'—<span class="smcap">Tate</span>
informs us that the 'Remarks' were 'written by an ingenious and learned
Divine'—It will be noticed that they finish somewhat abruptly: and
while there is 'account' of the Poem, none of the Author.'—Dr.
<span class="smcap">Bliss</span>, in his edition of Anthony-a-Wood's <span class="smcap">Athenæ</span>,
describes above as containing only the second portion: but he is
mistaken: the Poem is given completely.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_168_168" id="Footnote_168_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168_168"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> Here spelled 'Astrea.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_169_169" id="Footnote_169_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169_169"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> = to praise or exalt. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_170_170" id="Footnote_170_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170_170"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> = reaching forward. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_171_171" id="Footnote_171_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171_171"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> Thomas Davies, as before, drops 'merry.'</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_172_172" id="Footnote_172_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172_172"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> = alleys. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_173_173" id="Footnote_173_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173_173"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> Queen Elizabeth was born on 7th September, 1533. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_174_174" id="Footnote_174_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174_174"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> = write. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_175_175" id="Footnote_175_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175_175"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> = spoil. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_176_176" id="Footnote_176_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176_176"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> Misprinted 'to.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_177_177" id="Footnote_177_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177_177"><span class="label">[177]</span></a> = Foolish. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_178_178" id="Footnote_178_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178_178"><span class="label">[178]</span></a> Cf. Paradise Regained, iii. 310. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_179_179" id="Footnote_179_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179_179"><span class="label">[179]</span></a> In first edition 'things.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_180_180" id="Footnote_180_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180_180"><span class="label">[180]</span></a> See Memorial-Introduction concerning Martin. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_181_181" id="Footnote_181_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181_181"><span class="label">[181]</span></a> Cf. st. 68. l. 6. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_182_182" id="Footnote_182_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182_182"><span class="label">[182]</span></a> Query—Henry, son of James I.? He died in 1612. Or
Prince Charles, afterwards Charles I.? Most probably the former. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_183_183" id="Footnote_183_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183_183"><span class="label">[183]</span></a> = seriously. Cf. Milton: P. L. vi. 541 and Comus, 509.
So in Shakespeare frequently. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_184_184" id="Footnote_184_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184_184"><span class="label">[184]</span></a> Misprinted 'Tethis.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_185_185" id="Footnote_185_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_185_185"><span class="label">[185]</span></a> In 1st edition 'dim darke shades.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_186_186" id="Footnote_186_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186_186"><span class="label">[186]</span></a> Phemius, a great singer at the court of Ulysses: Odys.
i. 154, 337: the latter contains the allusion <i>supra</i>, where Penelope
stands at the door of the hall and listens to the song. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_187_187" id="Footnote_187_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187_187"><span class="label">[187]</span></a> Misprinted 'brigher.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_188_188" id="Footnote_188_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188_188"><span class="label">[188]</span></a> Misprinted in 1612 edition 'danching.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_189_189" id="Footnote_189_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189_189"><span class="label">[189]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'The antiquitie of dancing.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_190_190" id="Footnote_190_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_190_190"><span class="label">[190]</span></a> In first edition reads: 'And which is far more ancient
then the sun.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_191_191" id="Footnote_191_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191_191"><span class="label">[191]</span></a> Herald. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_192_192" id="Footnote_192_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192_192"><span class="label">[192]</span></a> Pedigree. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_193_193" id="Footnote_193_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193_193"><span class="label">[193]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'The original of dancing.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_194_194" id="Footnote_194_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194_194"><span class="label">[194]</span></a> 'Painstaking.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_195_195" id="Footnote_195_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195_195"><span class="label">[195]</span></a> In 1st edition 'shining.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_196_196" id="Footnote_196_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196_196"><span class="label">[196]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'The speech of Love, perswading men to
learn Dancing.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_197_197" id="Footnote_197_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197_197"><span class="label">[197]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'By the orderly motion of the fixed
stars.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_198_198" id="Footnote_198_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198_198"><span class="label">[198]</span></a> Cf. 'Paradise Regained' iii. 310, as in Astrœa, Hymne
xxi. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_199_199" id="Footnote_199_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199_199"><span class="label">[199]</span></a> In 1st edition 'are mov'd.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_200_200" id="Footnote_200_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200_200"><span class="label">[200]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Of the planets.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_201_201" id="Footnote_201_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_201_201"><span class="label">[201]</span></a> A French 'dance': the name meaning gay or brisk, and
so a quick liuely dance, introduced into England about 1541. Thomas
Wright's 'Dictionary' <i>s.v.</i> G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_202_202" id="Footnote_202_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_202_202"><span class="label">[202]</span></a> In 1st edition 'gallant.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_203_203" id="Footnote_203_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_203_203"><span class="label">[203]</span></a> Black. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_204_204" id="Footnote_204_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_204_204"><span class="label">[204]</span></a> Spanish <i>pavana</i>: a solemn Spanish dance. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_205_205" id="Footnote_205_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_205_205"><span class="label">[205]</span></a> Spelled in first edition, 'heire.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_206_206" id="Footnote_206_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_206_206"><span class="label">[206]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Of the Fire.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_207_207" id="Footnote_207_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_207_207"><span class="label">[207]</span></a> Cf. 'Nosce Teipsum' page 103, <i>ante</i>: st. fourth, line
second. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_208_208" id="Footnote_208_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_208_208"><span class="label">[208]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'Of the Ayre.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_209_209" id="Footnote_209_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_209_209"><span class="label">[209]</span></a> In first edition 'y<sup>e</sup>' = the, and so elsewhere. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_210_210" id="Footnote_210_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_210_210"><span class="label">[210]</span></a> A round country dance. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_211_211" id="Footnote_211_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_211_211"><span class="label">[211]</span></a> Translucent. Cf. Milton, Samson Agonistes 548, and
Comus, 861. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_212_212" id="Footnote_212_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_212_212"><span class="label">[212]</span></a> In first edition spelled 'fier.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_213_213" id="Footnote_213_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_213_213"><span class="label">[213]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Of the sea.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_214_214" id="Footnote_214_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_214_214"><span class="label">[214]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Of the riuers.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_215_215" id="Footnote_215_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_215_215"><span class="label">[215]</span></a> Ovid (Heroides <span class="smcap">VII.</span> 1, 2)
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Sic ubi fata vocant, udis abjectus in herbis,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ad vada Maeandri concinit albus olor.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
Cf. Sir Thomas Browne 'Enquiries into Vulgar and Common Errors' Book
<span class="smcap">III.</span>c.xxvii: Works by Wilkin, Vol. <span class="smcap">II.</span> pp. 517, 518
(edition Pickering 1835.) G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_216_216" id="Footnote_216_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_216_216"><span class="label">[216]</span></a> A round country dance, as before.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_217_217" id="Footnote_217_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_217_217"><span class="label">[217]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Of other things upon the earth.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_218_218" id="Footnote_218_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_218_218"><span class="label">[218]</span></a> 'Exact': this illustrates Hamlet i., I, and Othello ii.,
3. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_219_219" id="Footnote_219_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_219_219"><span class="label">[219]</span></a> In first edition a probable misprint is, 'Chaunce.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_220_220" id="Footnote_220_220"></a><a href="#FNanchor_220_220"><span class="label">[220]</span></a> In first edition 'impetuous.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_221_221" id="Footnote_221_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_221_221"><span class="label">[221]</span></a> In first and 1622 editions there is a probable misprint
of 'crowne' here. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_222_222" id="Footnote_222_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_222_222"><span class="label">[222]</span></a> Bass. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_223_223" id="Footnote_223_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_223_223"><span class="label">[223]</span></a> Margin-Note here: 'How Loue taught men to dance.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_224_224" id="Footnote_224_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_224_224"><span class="label">[224]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Rounds or Country Dances.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_225_225" id="Footnote_225_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_225_225"><span class="label">[225]</span></a> This interprets 'Nosce Teipsum,' Reason II, st. 1, page
86 <i>ante</i>.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_226_226" id="Footnote_226_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_226_226"><span class="label">[226]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Measures.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_227_227" id="Footnote_227_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_227_227"><span class="label">[227]</span></a> In 1st edition spelled 'trew,' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_228_228" id="Footnote_228_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_228_228"><span class="label">[228]</span></a> In 1st edition 'old': 'young' in 1622 must be a
misprint, unless used in the grand meaning of <span class="smcap">Sir Thomas
Browne</span>. In 1622 it is mis-spelled 'youg.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_229_229" id="Footnote_229_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_229_229"><span class="label">[229]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Galliards.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_230_230" id="Footnote_230_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_230_230"><span class="label">[230]</span></a> In 1st edition spelled 'flyne': A.S. 'to fly.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_231_231" id="Footnote_231_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_231_231"><span class="label">[231]</span></a> A 'capriole' is a 'lady's head-dress' (Wright): but here
seems to mean 'springings and turnings': degenerated into 'capers' at
this later day. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_232_232" id="Footnote_232_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_232_232"><span class="label">[232]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'Courantoes.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_233_233" id="Footnote_233_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_233_233"><span class="label">[233]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'Lavoltaes.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_234_234" id="Footnote_234_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_234_234"><span class="label">[234]</span></a> There is a misprint of 'employ' in Thomas Davies'
edition, as before. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_235_235" id="Footnote_235_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_235_235"><span class="label">[235]</span></a> Margin-Note here 'Grace in dauncing.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_236_236" id="Footnote_236_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_236_236"><span class="label">[236]</span></a> In the errata of 1622 edition 'doo' is substituted for
'did,' itself a misprint, perhaps, for 'does.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_237_237" id="Footnote_237_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_237_237"><span class="label">[237]</span></a> 'Rites.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_238_238" id="Footnote_238_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_238_238"><span class="label">[238]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'The use and formes of dauncing in
sundry affaires of man's life.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_239_239" id="Footnote_239_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_239_239"><span class="label">[239]</span></a> Made stellæ=stars or constellations. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_240_240" id="Footnote_240_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_240_240"><span class="label">[240]</span></a> Virgil, Æneid <span class="smcap">VI.</span>, 448, calls him Cænis:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">.... 'et juvenis quondam, nunc femina, Cænis,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rursus et in veterem fato revoluta figuram.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
He is mentioned again in Homer, Iliad <span class="smcap">I.</span> 264. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_241_241" id="Footnote_241_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_241_241"><span class="label">[241]</span></a> <i>Met.</i> <span class="smcap">III.</span>, 320, &c., &c. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_242_242" id="Footnote_242_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_242_242"><span class="label">[242]</span></a> Cf. L'Allegro 'Lap me in soft Lydian airs.' (l 136.) G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_243_243" id="Footnote_243_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_243_243"><span class="label">[243]</span></a> Qu: couch? G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_244_244" id="Footnote_244_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_244_244"><span class="label">[244]</span></a> Incremation. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_245_245" id="Footnote_245_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_245_245"><span class="label">[245]</span></a> Pursue or succeed. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_246_246" id="Footnote_246_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_246_246"><span class="label">[246]</span></a> The Cenci of Shelley has 'married' this tragical crime
to 'immortal verse.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_247_247" id="Footnote_247_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_247_247"><span class="label">[247]</span></a> In first edition, 'murthering.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_248_248" id="Footnote_248_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_248_248"><span class="label">[248]</span></a> In first edition also spelled 'dilphins' = dolphins. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_249_249" id="Footnote_249_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_249_249"><span class="label">[249]</span></a> In first edition, 'they.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_250_250" id="Footnote_250_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_250_250"><span class="label">[250]</span></a> Note here, 'True Loue inventor of dauncing.' G</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_251_251" id="Footnote_251_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_251_251"><span class="label">[251]</span></a> Spelled 'Liues.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_252_252" id="Footnote_252_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_252_252"><span class="label">[252]</span></a> Thomas Davies and Southey, as before, misprint
egregiously 'that.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_253_253" id="Footnote_253_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_253_253"><span class="label">[253]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'Concord.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_254_254" id="Footnote_254_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_254_254"><span class="label">[254]</span></a> 'Back,' same as 'blake,' page 176, <i>ante</i>, for 'black.'
G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_255_255" id="Footnote_255_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_255_255"><span class="label">[255]</span></a> = on. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_256_256" id="Footnote_256_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_256_256"><span class="label">[256]</span></a> In first edition, spelled 'pinnesse' also, = pinnace. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_257_257" id="Footnote_257_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_257_257"><span class="label">[257]</span></a> Margin-Note here, 'A passage to the description of
dauncing in this age.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_258_258" id="Footnote_258_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_258_258"><span class="label">[258]</span></a> Thomas Davies, as before, drops 'such.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_259_259" id="Footnote_259_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_259_259"><span class="label">[259]</span></a> Thomas Davies and Southey misread 'when.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_260_260" id="Footnote_260_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_260_260"><span class="label">[260]</span></a> Virgil. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_261_261" id="Footnote_261_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_261_261"><span class="label">[261]</span></a> Chaucer. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_262_262" id="Footnote_262_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_262_262"><span class="label">[262]</span></a> Spenser. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_263_263" id="Footnote_263_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_263_263"><span class="label">[263]</span></a> Daniel: The allusion being to his 'Sonnets to Delia.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_264_264" id="Footnote_264_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_264_264"><span class="label">[264]</span></a> Edward Guilpin calls his volume 'Skialetheia, or a
<i>Shadowe</i> of Truth in certain Epigrams and Satyres,' 1598. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_265_265" id="Footnote_265_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_265_265"><span class="label">[265]</span></a> I hazard a guess, that this may refer to <i>Charles
Best</i>, an associate of <span class="smcap">Davies</span> in the 'Rhapsody,' and author
of certain vivid lines called 'A Sonnet of the Sun: a jewell, being
a sun shining upon the <i>Marigold</i> closed in a heart of gold, sent to
his mistress, named Mary, among others. See <i>Nicolas's</i> edition of the
'Rhapsody,' Vol. I., pp. 183, 184. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_266_266" id="Footnote_266_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_266_266"><span class="label">[266]</span></a> Perhaps a play on his 'then' friend's name of Martin. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_267_267" id="Footnote_267_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_267_267"><span class="label">[267]</span></a> Collier gives <i>supra</i> in his 'Bibliographical Account of
Early English Literature,' <i>s.n.</i></p></div>
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