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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44978 ***</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
<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><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></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>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></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. II.</i></p>
<p class="center">London:<br />
CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY.<br />
1876.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Contents" id="Contents"><i>Contents.</i></a></h2>
<p>Those marked with [*] are either printed for the first time, or for the
first time published among Davies' Poems.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p>
<div class="center">
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Epigrammes:</span></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">Ad Musam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of a Gull</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Ruffum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Quintum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Plurimos</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Titam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Faustum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Katum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Librum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Medontem</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Gellam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Quintum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Severum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Leucam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Macrum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Fastum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Cosmum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Flaccum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Cineam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Gerontem</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Marcum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Ciprum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Cineam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Decium</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Gellam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Syllam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Haywodum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Dacum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Priscum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Brunum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Francum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Castorem</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Septimium</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Of Tobacco</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Crassum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Philonem</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Fuscum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Afram</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Paulum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Licum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Publium</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Sillam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Dacum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">In Marcum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Meditations of a Gull</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">Ad Musam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*Appendix to Epigrams</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*In Superbiam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Epi. 5</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Epi. 6</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*In Amorosum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Epi. 9</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Epi. 10</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><span class="smcap">*Epitaph and Epigram</span></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">V. Gullinge Sonnets</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dedicatory Sonnet—To His Good Friends Sr Anth. Cooke.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*Gullinge Sonnets</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Minor Poems:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">*I. Yet Other Twelve Wonders of the World—</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Courtier</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Divine</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Souldier</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Lawyer</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Physitian</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Merchant</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Country Gentleman</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Country Gentleman</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Bacheler</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Married Man</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Wife</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Widdow</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Maid</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*II. A Contention betwixt a Wife, a Widdow, and a Maide</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*III. A Lottery. Presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors House, 1601</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*The Lots</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*IV. Canzonet. A Hymne in Praise of Musicke</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">*V. Ten Sonets to Philomel:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Vpon Loues entring by the Ears</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Of his owne, and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Another of her sicknesse and recovery</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete, against the Minotaure</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Posie<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The hearts captivitie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*VI. To George Chapman on his Ovid</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*VII. Reason's Moane</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*VIII. On the Death of Lord Chancellor Ellesmere's Second Wife in 1599</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*IX. Tityrus to his faire Phillis</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*Upon a Coffin by S. J. D.</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*X. Epitaph and Epigram</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">*Hitherto Unpublished Poems:</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*Metaphrase of some of the Psalms</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Miscellaneous Poems. Hitherto Unpublished.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Of Faith the first Theologicall Vertue</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*A Songe of Contention betweene Fowre Maids concerninge that which addeth most perfection to that sexe</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*A Maid's Hymne in Praise of Virginity</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Part of an Elegie in Praise of Marriage</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*A Fragment of a Love Elegie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To the Q:[Queene]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To Faire Ladyes</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Upon a Paire of Garters</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To his Lady-love</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Tobacco</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_226">226</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Elegies of Loue</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_227">227</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*The Kinges Welcome</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To the Kinge upon his Ma'ties first comming into England</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*To the Queene at the same time</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Mira loquor sol occubuit nox nulla secuta est</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Charles his Waine</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Of the name of Charolus, being the diminutive of Charus</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_238">238</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Verses sent to the Kinge with Figges: by Sr John Davis</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Love Lines</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left">*Love Flight</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span>*An Elegiecall Epistle on Sir John Davis death</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*Entertainment of Queen Elizabeth at Harefield by the Countesse of Derby</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Note</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_244">244</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">*The Complaint of the V Satyres against the Nymphs</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td></tr>
<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Errata</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_x">x</a></td></tr>
</table></div>
<hr />
<p class="ph2"><a name="ERRATA" id="ERRATA">ERRATA.</a></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span></p>
<p>A very few 'slips' have met my eyes on a final reading. They are—as
says an ancient Divine—"as easily corrected as espied." Nevertheless
they are here recorded that the Reader of his charity may put them
right, and any others that may have escaped Editor and Printer. In
<i>Nosce Teipsum</i>, the heading and head-line (Vol. I., pp. 25, 26 onward)
has 'Immortalitie' misprinted 'Immortalite'—a common contemporary
spelling—but it is 'tie' in the title-page (p. 5): <i>ib.</i> p. 80, l.
15, read 'be best.' In <i>Hymnes to Astræa</i>, <i>ib.</i> p. 147, l. 3, remove
period (.) after 'rayes.' In <i>Orchestra</i>, <i>ib.</i> p. 181, st. 53, l. 7,
read 'perfect-cunning': p. 185, foot-note 7, put G. at end: p. 192, st.
81, l. 7, 'Ply' = entwine (omitted): p. 194, foot-note 7, is 'coach,'
not 'couch': p. 202, l. 10, 'shoe' was the contemporary spelling: p.
204, st. 113, l. 6, insert 'it' before 'shine.'—G.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="IV_EPIGRAMS_WITH_ADDITIONS" id="IV_EPIGRAMS_WITH_ADDITIONS">IV. EPIGRAMS, WITH ADDITIONS.</a></h2>
<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>I am indebted to the Bodleian copy—among Malone's books—for my text
of these 'Epigrams.' I have preferred this edition to the two others
that preceded, inasmuch as, while it, like them, bears the imprint of
'Middlebourgh,' there seems no reason to doubt that it was printed in
London: therefore most probably under the author's eye. The volume is a
small 12mo. and the following is the title-page:—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"> All<br />
OVIDS ELEGIES<br />
3 Bookes<br />
By C. M.<br />
EPIGRAMS BY J. D.<br />
At Middlebourgh.</p>
<p>Malone has filled in in MS. 'Christopher Marlowe and John Davis.' Cf.
Collier's Bibliographical Account of Early English Literature: Vol I.
<i>s.n.</i></p>
<p>The Rev. Alexander Dyce in his collective edition of the Works of
Marlowe, has given Davies' "Epigrams" <i>in extenso</i>, with a painstaking
collation of the various readings from the other two editions (both
undated) together with similar various readings from a Manuscript
discovered by him in the Harleian Collection (1836.) Mr. Dyce with
reference to his reprint of the 'Epigrams,' and the foregoing MS. says,
"I have given them with the text considerably improved by means of one
of the Harleian MSS." ('Some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> Account of Marlowe and his Writings: p.
xl: edition 1862.) I must demur to this alleged 'improvement.' The MS.
has no authority whatever, the Scribe being an extremely ignorant and
blundering one. These nine examples out of many, taken at random, will
suffice to prove this:</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>[1] Epigram 1, line first.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Fly, merry Muse unto that merry towne &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>he actually reads, spite of its heading 'Ad Musam'</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Fly, merry Newes....<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>[2] Epigram 2, line 14</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'And stands, in Presence, stroaking up his haire'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>he gives, to neglect of the rhyme with 'yeare'</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'...... stroaking up his heade'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>[3] Epigram 3, line 5, for 'fry' he stupidly reads 'cry.'</p>
<p>[4] Epigram 13, line 9, for 'sectaries' he gives nonsensically
'scituaries.'</p>
<p>[5] Epigram 15, line 3.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Thou with harsh noise the ayre doth rudely breake,'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>he transmogrifies into</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'...... horse nor sea the ayre doth.'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>[6] Epigram 26, line 11, he substitutes 'sweete' for 'hot' oblivious
of the rhyme with 'petticoat.'</p>
<p>[7] Epigram 36, line 19, for 'rarifie' he reads 'ratiffie'[!]</p>
<p>[8] Epigram 41, line 2,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Paulus, in spite of enuy, fortunate'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>he gives thus</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Paulus, in fight of envy'......<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
<p>[9] Epigram 43, line 3, for 'Paris-garden' he has 'Parish-garden;' and
so on ludicrously, with numerous proper names.</p></div>
<p>Any one capable of perpetrating such stupidities as these, ought not in
my opinion, to be allowed to displace a text printed for the Author,
more especially his cannot for a moment be allowed to over-bear the
third edition, our text.</p>
<p>From a confused inscription on the first page of the MS. its probable
writer is ascertained. It is as follows "Ex spoliis Richardi Wharfe,
ex...... It is much trouble and much.... Ex spoliis R. W." Underneath
is the book-plate of John, Duke of Newcastle. The general title
runs "Epigramma in Musam, like Buckminster's Allmanacks servinge
generallie for all England: but especiallie for the meridian of this
famous Cittie of London." I regret that besides these (mis-called)
'improvements,' so admirable an Editor should have <i>modernized</i>
throughout, the <span class="smcap">ORTHOGRAPHY</span> equally of <span class="smcap">Marlowe</span> and
of <span class="smcap">Davies</span>: and all the more, that in his 'Notes' he adheres
to the original orthography whenever he quotes from his wealth of
illustrative extracts. The annotation condemns the text. Without
any hesitation therefore, I have set aside Mr. Dyce's reprints, and
returned (as <i>supra</i>) to Davies' own text and orthography, saving a
slight reduction of capitals and italics. None the less do I owe thanks
to Mr. Dyce for his kind permission kindly given, to use any 'Notes'
that might be deemed interesting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> Those that I have taken are marked
with his initial, D. I have to add another important correction of Mr.
Dyce. After describing the <span class="smcap">Harleian MS.</span> he observes "Though it
is of a date considerably posterior to the first appearance in print
of <i>Epigrams by I. D.</i>, perhaps <span class="smcap">all the pieces which it exhibits
are from the pen of Davies</span>. (page 353.) <span class="smcap">Homer</span> nods here:
for on reading these additional 'Epigrams' thus assigned to Davies,
I at once discovered that they consisted merely of a like blundering
transcript of the "Satyricall Epigrams" of <span class="smcap">Henry Hutton</span>,
Dunelmensis, that were appended to his "Follie's Anatomie or Satyres"
(1619.) The oversight is the more noticeable in that all these were
reprinted in 1842, (edited by Rimbault), for the Percy Society, whereof
Mr. Dyce was one of the most effective members of Council.</p>
<p>I confess that it was far from a disappointment to find that the
'Epigrams' of Davies were not to be increased to the extent they would
have been had I accepted Mr. Dyce's opinion, and failed to discover the
Hutton-authorship of nearly all those in the Manuscript, additional to
his acknowledged ones. Nevertheless in the Appendix to our reprint of
the 'Epigrams' I give certain additions from this Manuscript, that are
found neither in Davies's nor Hutton's publications, but which seem to
me to have the <i>ring</i> of Davies in them. The remainder—prefixed and
affixed—may well be left in Manuscript. See the Memorial-Introduction
for more on these Epigrams. G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Epigrammes" id="Epigrammes"><i>Epigrammes.</i></a></h2>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Ad Musam. 1.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fly, merry Muse unto that merry towne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thou maist playes, revels, and triumphs see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The house of Fame, and theater of renowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where all good wits and spirits loue to be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fall in betweene their hands that loue and praise thee,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And be to them a laughter and a jest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as for them which scorning shall reproue thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Disdaine their wits, and thinke thine one<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> the best:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if thou finde any so grose<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> and dull,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That thinke I do to priuate taxing<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> leane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bid him go hang, for he is but a gull,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And knows not what an Epigramme does meane;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Which taxeth,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> under a peculiar name,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A generall vice, which merits publick blame.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Of a Gull. 2.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oft in my laughing rimes, I name a Gull:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But this new terme will many questions breed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore at first I will expresse<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> at full,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who is a true and perfect Gull indeed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Gull is he who feares a veluet gowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, when a wench is braue,<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> dares not speak to her;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Gull is he which trauerseth the towne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And is for marriage known a common woer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Gull is he which while he proudly weares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A siluer-hilted rapier by his side;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indures the lyes and knocks about the eares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst in his sheath his sleeping sword doth bide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Gull is he which weares good handsome cloaths,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And stands, in Presence, stroaking up his haire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fills up his unperfect speech with oaths,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But speaks not one wise word throughout the yeare:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But to define a Gull in termes precise,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gull is he which seemes, and is not wise.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Ruffum. 3.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rufus the Courtier at the theater,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leaving the best and most conspicuous place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth either to the stage<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> himselfe transferre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or through a grate<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> doth shew his double<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> face:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that the clamorous fry of Innes of Court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fills up the priuate roomes of greater price:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And such a place where all may haue resort,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He in his singularity doth dispise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet doth not his particular humour shun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The common stews and brothells of the towne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though all the world in troops doe hither<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> run,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cleane and uncleane, the gentle and the clowne:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then why should Rufus in his pride abhorre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A common seate, that loues a common whore.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Quintum. 4.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Quintus the dancer useth euermore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His feet in measure and in rule to moue:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yet on a time he call'd his Mistresse, 'whore'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thought<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> with that sweet word to win her loue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh had his tongue like to his feet beene taught<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It neuer would haue uttered such a thought.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Plurimos.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> 5.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Faustinus, Sextus, Cinnæ, Ponticus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With Gella, Lesbia, Thais, Rhodope,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rode all to Stanes<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> for no cause serious,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for their mirth, and for their leachery:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scarce were they setled in their lodging, when<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wenches with wenches, men with men fell out:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men with their wenches, wenches with their men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which straight dissolues<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> their ill-assembled rout.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But since the Deuill brought them thus together,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my discovrsing<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> thoughts it is a wonder,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why presently as soone as they came thither,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The selfe same deuill did them part asunder.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doubtlesse it seemes it was a foolish deuill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That thus did<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> part them e're they did some euill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Titam.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> 6.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Titas, the braue and valorous<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> young gallant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three yeares together in this towne hath beene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet my Lord Chancellor's tombe<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> he hath not seene<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor the new water-worke,<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> nor the Elephant.<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I cannot tell the cause without a smile,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He hath beene in the Counter<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> all this while.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Faustum. 7.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Faustus, nor lord, nor knight, nor wise, nor old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To euery place about the towne doth ride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He rides into the fields, Playes to behold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He rides to take boat at the water side:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
<span class="i2">He rides to Pauls',<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> he rides to th' Ordinary<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He rides unto the house of bawdery too,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thither his horse doth him so often carry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That shortly he will quite forget to goe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Katum.<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> 8.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kate being pleas'd wisht that her pleasure could<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indure as long as a buffe-jerkin would:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Content thee, Kate; although thy pleasure wasteth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy pleasure's place like a buffe-jerkin lasteth,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
<span class="i2">For no buffe-jerkin hath beene oftner worne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor hath more scrapings or more dressings borne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Librum. 9.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Liber doth vaunt how chastly he hath liu'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since he hath bin seuen yeares in towne, and more,<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that he sweares he hath four onely swiude;<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A maid, a wife, a widdow, and a whore:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then, Liber, thou hast swiude all women-kinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For a fifth sort, I know thou canst not finde.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Medontem. 10.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Great captaine Mædon weares a chaine of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which at fiue hundred crownes is valuèd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that it was his grand sire's chaine of old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When great King Henry, Bulloigne conquerèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And weare it Mædon, for it may ensue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That thou, by vertue of this<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> massie chaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A stronger towne than Bulloigne maist subdue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If wise men's sawes be not reputed vaine;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For what said Philip king of Macedon?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is no castle so well fortified,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But if an asse laden with gold comes on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The guard will stoope, and gates flye open wide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Gellam. 11.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gella, if thou dost loue thy selfe, take heed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest thou my rimes<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> unto thy louer read;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For straight thou grin'st, and then thy louer seeth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy canker-eaten gums and rotten teeth.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Quintum. 12.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Quintus his wit<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> infused into his braine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mislikes<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> the place, and fled into his feet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there it wandered<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> up and downe the street,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dabled in the dirt, and soakèd in the raine:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doubtlesse his wit intends not to aspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which leaues his head, to travell in the mire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Severum. 13.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Puritan Severus oft doth read<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This text, that doth pronounce vain speech a sin,—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
<span class="i0">"That thing defiles a man, that doth proceed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From out the mouth, not that which enters in."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hence it is,<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> that we seldome heare him sweare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thereof as a Pharisie he vaunts;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he devours more capons in one<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> yeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then would suffice an hundred<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> Protestants.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sooth, those sectaries are gluttons all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As well the thred-bare cobler, as the knight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For those poore slaues which haue not wherewithall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feed on the rich, till they devour them quite;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so, as<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> Pharoe's kine, they eate up clean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those that be fat, yet still themselues be lean.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Leucam. 14.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Leuca, in Presence once, a fart did let;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some laught a little; she refus'd<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> the place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mad with shame, did then<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> her gloue forget,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which she return'd to fetch with bashfull grace;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And when she would haue said, "I've lost my gloue,"<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">My fart (qd. she:) which did more laughter moue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Macrum. 15.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou canst not speake yet, Macer, for to speake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is to distinguish sounds significant:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou with harsh noise the ayre dost rudely breake;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But what thou utterest common sence doth want,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Halfe English words, with fustian termes among<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Much like the burthen of a Northerne song.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Fastum.<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> 16.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"That youth," saith Faustus, "hath a lyon seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who from a dicing-house comes money-lesse":<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
<span class="i2">But when he lost his haire, where had he beene?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I doubt me he had seene a Lyonesse?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Cosmum. 17.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cosmus hath more discoursing in his head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Ioue, when Pallas issued from his braine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And still he strives to be deliveréd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all his thoughts at once, but all in vaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, as we see at all the play-house doores,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When ended is the play, the dance, and song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand townesmen, gentlemen, and whores,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Porters and serving-men, together throng,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So thoughts of drinking, thriuing, wenching, warre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And borrowing money, raging,<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> in his mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To issue all at once so forward are,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As none at all can perfect passage find.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Flaccum. 18.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The false knave Flaccus once a bribe I gaue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The more foole I to bribe so false a knaue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But he gaue back my bribe; the more foole he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That for my folly did not cousen me.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Cineam. 19.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou doggèd Cineas, hated like a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For still thou grumblest like a masty<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Compar'st thyself to nothing but a dogge;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou saith<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> thou art as weary as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As angry, sicke, and hungry as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As dull and melancholly as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As lazy, sleepy,<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> idle as a dogge:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But why dost thou compare thee to a dogge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that, for which all men despise a dogge?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will compare thee better to a dogge:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art as faire and comely as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art as true and honest as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art as kind and liberall as a dogge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art as wise and valiant as a dogge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Cineas, I have [often]<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> heard thee tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art as like thy father as may be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis like enough; and faith I like it well;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I am glad thou art not like to me.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Gerontem. 20.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Geron's<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> mouldy memory corrects<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old Holinshed, our famous Chronicler,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With morall rules; and policy collects<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of all actions done these fourscore yeare;<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Accounts the times of euery old<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> event,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not from Christ's birth, nor from the Prince's raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But from some other famous accident,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which in mens generall notice doth remaine,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The siege of Bulloigne and the Plaguy Sweat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The going to St. Quintin's and New-haven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rising in the North, the Frost so great<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That cart-wheeles' prints on Thamis face were graven,<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fall of money, and burning of Paul's steeple;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The blazing starre, and Spaniard's ouerthrow:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By these events, notorious to the people,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He measures times, and things forepast doth show:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But most of all, he chiefly reckons by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A priuate chance,—the death of his curst<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> wife;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This is to him the dearest memory,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the happiest accident of all his life.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Marcum. 21.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Marcus comes from Minnes,<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> hee still doth sweare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By "come on<a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> seauen," that all is lost and gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that's not true; for he hath lost his haire,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Onely for that he came too much at one.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Ciprum.<a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> 22.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fine youth Ciprius is more tierse and neate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then the new garden of the Old Temple is;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And still the newest fashion he doth get,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with the time doth change from that to this;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He weares a hat of the flat-crowne block,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The treble ruffes, long cloake, and doublet French;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He takes tobacco, and doth weare a lock,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wastes more time in dressing then a wench:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet this new fangled youth, made for these times,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doth aboue all praise old George Gascoine's<a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> rimes?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Cineam. 23.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Cineas comes amongst his friends in morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He slyly spies<a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> who first his cap doth moue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Him he salutes, the rest so grimly scorning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if for euer they had lost his loue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I seeing<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> how it doth the humour fit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of this fond<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> gull to be saluted first,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Catch at my cap, but moue it not a whit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which to<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> perceiuing, he seemes for spite to burst:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But Cineas, why expect you more of me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then I of you? I am as good a man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And better too by many a quality,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For vault, and dance, and fence and rime I can:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You keep a whore at your own charge, men tell me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Indeed friend (Cineas) therein you excell me.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Gallum. 24.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gallas hath beene this Summer-time in Friesland,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now return'd, he speaks such warlike words,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As, if I could their English understand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I feare me they would cut my throat like swords:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He talkes of counter-scarfes<a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> and casomates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of parapets, of curteneys, and palizadoes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of flankers, ravelings, gabions he prates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of false-brayes,<a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> and sallies<a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> and scaladoes.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But, to requite such gulling tearmes as these,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With words of my profession I reply;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I tell of fourching,<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> vouchers, and counterpleas,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of withermans,<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> essoynes, and Champarty.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So, neither of us understanding<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> one another,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We part as wise as when we came together.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Decium. 25.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Audacious painters have Nine Worthies made;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But poet Decius,<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a> more audacious farre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making his mistris march with men of warre,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With title of "Tenth Worthy"<a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a> doth her lade.<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Me thinks that gull did use his tearmes as fit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which tearm'd his loue "a gyant for her wit."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Gellam. 26.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If Gella's beauty be examinèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She hath a dull, dead eye, a saddle nose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And<a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a> ill-shap't face, with morphew ouer-spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rotten teeth, which she in laughing shows;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Briefly, she is the filthiest wench in towne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all that doe the art of whoring use:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when she hath put on her sattin gowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her cut<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a> lawne apron, and her velvet shooes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her greene silke stockins and her petticoat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of taffaty, with golden fringe a-round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And is withall perfumed with civet hot,<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which doth her valiant stinking breath confound,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet she with these additions is no more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than a sweet, filthy, fine, ill-favoured<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a> whore.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Syllam. 27.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sylla is often challenged to the field,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To answer as a gentleman, his foes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But then he doth this<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> answer onely yeeld,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he hath livings and faire lands to lose.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Silla, if none but beggars valiant were,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The King of Spaine would put us all in feare.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Sillam. 28.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who dares affirme that Silla dares not fight?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I dare sweare he dares adventure more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than the most braue and all-daring<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> wight,<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That euer armes with resolution bore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that dares<a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> touch the most unwholsome whore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That euer was retir'd into the Spittle<a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dares court wenches standing at a doore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(The portion his wit being passing little);<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He that dares give his dearest friends offences,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which other valiant fooles doe feare to doe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when a feaver doth confound his sences,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dare eate raw beefe, and drink strong wine thereto:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that dares take tobacco on the stage,<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dares man a whore at noone-day through the street:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dares dance in Paul's and in this formall age,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dares say and doe whateuer is unmeet;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom feare of shame could neuer yet affright,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who dares affirme that Sylla dares not fight?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Haywodum.<a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a> 29.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Haywood, that did<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> in Epigrams excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is now put downe since my light Muse arose;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As buckets are put downe into a well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or as a schoole-boy putteth downe his hose.<a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Dacum.<a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> 30.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Amongst the poets Dacus numbred is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet could he neuer make an English rime;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But some prose speeches I haue heard of his,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which haue been spoken many an hundreth time:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The man that keeps the Elephant hath one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein he tells the wonders of the beast:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another Bankes pronouncèd long agon,<a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he his curtailes<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> qualities exprest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He first taught him that that keeps the monuments<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Westminster, his formall tale to say;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And also him which Puppets represents,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And also him which with the Ape doth play:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though all his Poetry be like to this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amongst the poets Dacus numbred is.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Priscum. 31.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Priscus, rais'd from low to high estate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rode through the street in pompous jollity;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Caius, his poore familiar friend of late,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bespake him thus: "Sir, now you know not me.'<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"'Tis likely friend," (quoth Priscus) "to be so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For at this time myselfe I do not know."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Brunum. 32.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brunus, which deems himselfe a faire sweet youth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is thirty nine yeares of age at least;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet was he neuer, to confesse the truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But a dry starveling when he was at best:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This gull was sicke to shew his night-cap fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And his wrought pillow over-spread with lawne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But hath been well since his griefe's cause hath line<a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Trollup's by Saint Clement's Church, in pawne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Francum. 33.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Francus comes to sollace with his whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sends for rods, and strips himselfe stark naked;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his lust sleeps and will not rise before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By whipping of the wench it be awakèd.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
<span class="i2">I enuie him not, but wish I had the powre<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make myselfe<a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a> his wench but one halfe houre.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Castorem. 34.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of speaking well why doe we learne the skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hoping thereby honour and wealth to gaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith rayling Castor doth, by speaking ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Opinion of much wit and gold obtaine?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Septimium. 35.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Septimus liues, and is like garlick seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For though his head be white, his blade is greene:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This old mad coult deserves a Martyr's praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he was burnèd in Queene Marie's daies.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Of Tobacco. 36.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Homer, of Moly and Nepenthe sings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moly, the gods' most soueraigne hearb diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nepenthe, Heauen's<a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a> drinke, most<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a> gladnesse brings,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Heart's griefe expells, and doth the wits refine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But this our age another world hath found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From whence an hearb of heauenly power is brought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moly is not so soueraigne for a wound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor hath Nepenthe so great wonders wrought:<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is Tobacco, whose sweet substantiall<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a> fume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hellish torment of the teeth doth ease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By drawing downe, and drying up the rheume,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mother and the nurse of each disease:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is Tobacco, which doth cold expell,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And cleares the obstructions of the arteries,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And surfeits, threatning death, dijesteth well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Decocting all the stomack's crudities:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is Tobacco, which hath power to clarifie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cloudy mists before dimme eyes appearing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is Tobacco, which hath power to rarifie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The thick grosse humour which doth stop the hearing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wasting hectick, and the quartaine feuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which doth of Physick make a mockery;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gout it cures, and helps ill breaths for euer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether the cause in teeth or stomack be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And though ill breaths were by it but confounded,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet that vile medicine it doth farre excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which by Sir Thomas Moore<a name="FNanchor_93_93" id="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a> hath beene propounded:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For this is thought a gentleman-like smell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, that I were one of those Mountebankes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which praise their oyles and powders which they sell!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My customers would giue me coyne with thanks;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I for this ware, for sooth<a name="FNanchor_94_94" id="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a> a tale would tell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet would I use none of these tearmes before;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would but say, that it the Pox will cure:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This were enough, without discoursing more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All our braue gallants in the towne t'allure,<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Crassum. 37.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Crassus his lyes,<a name="FNanchor_95_95" id="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a> are not pernicious lyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But pleasant fictions, hurtfull unto none<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to himselfe; for no man counts him wise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To tell for truth that which for false is knowne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sweares that Gaunt is three score miles about,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that the bridge at Paris on the Seyn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is of such thicknesse, length and breadth throughout,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sixe score Arches can it scarce sustaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sweares he saw so great a dead man's scull<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Canterbury, dig'd out of the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That would containe of wheat three bushels full;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that in Kent are twenty yeomen found,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of which the poorest euery yeare dispends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fiue thousand pounds: these and fiue thousand mo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So oft he hath recited to his friends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That now himselfe perswades himselfe 'tis so.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But why doth Crassus tell his lyes so rife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Bridges, Townes, and things that haue no life?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He is a Lawyer, and doth well espie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That for such lyes an Action will not lye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Philonem. 38.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Philo the Lawyer<a name="FNanchor_96_96" id="FNanchor_96_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a> and the Fortune-teller;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Schoole-master, the Midwife, and the Bawd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The conjurer, the buyer, and the seller<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of painting, which with breathing will be thaw'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth practise Physicke; and his credit growes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As doth the Ballad-singer's auditory,<a name="FNanchor_97_97" id="FNanchor_97_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><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="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Then comes a Cut-purse ready with a<a name="FNanchor_98_98" id="FNanchor_98_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a> knife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then a Countrey clyent passeth neare him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There stands the Constable, there stands the whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, listening<a name="FNanchor_99_99" id="FNanchor_99_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a> to the song, heed<a name="FNanchor_100_100" id="FNanchor_100_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a> not each other;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There by the Serjeant stands the debitor,<a name="FNanchor_101_101" id="FNanchor_101_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And doth no more mistrust him then his brother:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus Orpheus to such hearers giueth musick,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Philo to such patients giueth physick.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Fuscum. 39.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet in the course of life that he doth lead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He's like a horse which, turning round a mill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth always in the self-same circle tread:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First, he doth rise at ten; and at eleuen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He goes to Gyls,<a name="FNanchor_102_102" id="FNanchor_102_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a> where he doth eate till one;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then sees a Play till sixe, and sups at seven;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And after supper, straight to bed is gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there till ten next day he doth remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then he dines, and<a name="FNanchor_103_103" id="FNanchor_103_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> sees a Comedy;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And then he suppes, and goes to bed againe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus round he runs without variety,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Saue that sometimes he comes not to the Play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But falls into a whore-house by the way.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Afram. 40.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The smell-feast Afer, trauailes to the Burse<a name="FNanchor_104_104" id="FNanchor_104_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twice euery day, the newest<a name="FNanchor_105_105" id="FNanchor_105_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a> newes to heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, when he hath no money in his purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rich mens tables he doth often beare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He tells how Gronigen<a name="FNanchor_106_106" id="FNanchor_106_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> is taken in,<a name="FNanchor_107_107" id="FNanchor_107_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">By the braue conduct of illustrious Vere,<a name="FNanchor_108_108" id="FNanchor_108_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And how the Spanish forces Brest would win,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that they doe victorious Norris feare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No sooner is a ship at sea surpris'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But straight he learnes the news, and doth disclose it:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
<span class="i0">No sooner hath the Turk a plot deuis'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To conquer<a name="FNanchor_109_109" id="FNanchor_109_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a> Christendom, but straight he knows it:<a name="FNanchor_110_110" id="FNanchor_110_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faire written in a scrowle he hath the names<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the widdows which the Plague hath made;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And persons, times, and places still he frames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To euery tale, the better to perswade:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We call him Fame, for that the wide-mouth slaue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will eate as fast as he will utter lies;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Fame is said an hundred mouths to haue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he eates more than would fiue score suffice.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Paulum. 41.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By lawfull mart, and by unlawfull stealth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Paulus in spite of enuy, fortunate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deriues out of the Ocean so much wealth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As he may well maintaine a lord's estate;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But on the land a little gulfe there is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherein he drowneth all the wealth of his.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Licum. 42.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lycus, which lately<a name="FNanchor_111_111" id="FNanchor_111_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a> is to Venice gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall if he doe returne, gaine three for one:<a name="FNanchor_112_112" id="FNanchor_112_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But ten to one, his knowledge and his wit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will not be bettered or increas'd a whit.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Publium. 43.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Publius [a] student at the Common-law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oft leaves his Bookes, and for his recreation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Paris-garden<a name="FNanchor_113_113" id="FNanchor_113_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a> doth himselfe withdrawe;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Where he is rauisht with such delectation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As downe among<a name="FNanchor_114_114" id="FNanchor_114_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> the beares and dogges he goes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where, whilst he skipping cries "to head to head,"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His satten doublet and his veluet hose<a name="FNanchor_115_115" id="FNanchor_115_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are all with spittle from aboue be-spread:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he is like his father's countrey Hall,<a name="FNanchor_116_116" id="FNanchor_116_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stinking with dogges, and muted<a name="FNanchor_117_117" id="FNanchor_117_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a> all with haukes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rightly too on him this filth doth fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which for such filthy sports his bookes forsakes;<a name="FNanchor_118_118" id="FNanchor_118_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leaving old Ployden,<a name="FNanchor_119_119" id="FNanchor_119_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a> Dyer, Brooke alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see old Harry Hunkes, and Sacarson.<a name="FNanchor_120_120" id="FNanchor_120_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Sillam. 44.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I this proposition had defended,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"A coward cannot be an honest man,"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou Silla, seem'st forthwith to be offended,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And holds the contrary, and sweares he can;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But when I tell thee that he will forsake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His dearest friend, in perill of his life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou then art chang'd, and sayst thou didst mistake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so we end our argument and strife:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet I think oft, and thinke I thinke aright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy argument argues thou wilt not fight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Dacum.<a name="FNanchor_121_121" id="FNanchor_121_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a> 45.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dacus with some good colour and pretence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tearmes his love's beauty "silent eloquence:"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For she doth lay more colour on her face<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than ever Tully us'd his speech to grace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">In Marcum. 46.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why dost thou, Marcus, in thy misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raile and blaspheame, and call the heauens unkind?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heauens doe owe no kindnesse unto thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast the heauens so little in thy minde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For in thy life thou neuer usest prayer<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But at primero, to encounter faire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Meditations of a Gull. 47.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">See, yonder melancholy gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, hood-wink'd with his hat, alone doth sit!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinke what he thinks, and tell me if you can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What great affaires troubles his little wit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He thinks not of the warre 'twixt France and Spaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether it be for Europe's good or ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor whether the Empire can itselfe maintaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the Turkish power encroaching still;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor what great towne in all the Netherlands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The States determine to beseige this Spring;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor how the Scottish policy now stands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor what becomes of the Irish mutining.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he doth seriously bethinke him whether<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the gull'd people he be more esteem'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his long cloake or for his great black feather,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
<span class="i0">By which each gull is now a gallant deem'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or of a journey he deliberates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Paris-garden,<a name="FNanchor_122_122" id="FNanchor_122_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a> Cock-pit or the Play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or how to steale a dog he meditates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or what he shall unto his mistriss say:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet with these thoughts he thinks himself most fit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be of counsell with a king for wit.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Ad Musam. 48.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Peace,<a name="FNanchor_123_123" id="FNanchor_123_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a> idle Muse, haue done! for it is time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since lousie Ponticus enuies my fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sweares the better sort are much to blame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make me so well knowne for my<a name="FNanchor_124_124" id="FNanchor_124_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a> ill rime:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet Bankes his horse,<a name="FNanchor_125_125" id="FNanchor_125_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> is better knowne then he.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So are the Cammels and the westerne hogge,<a name="FNanchor_126_126" id="FNanchor_126_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so is Lepidus his printed Dog:<a name="FNanchor_127_127" id="FNanchor_127_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Why doth not Ponticus their fames enuie?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, this Muse of mine, and the blacke feather<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Grew both together fresh<a name="FNanchor_128_128" id="FNanchor_128_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> in estimation:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And both growne stale, were cast away together:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What fame is this that scarce lasts<a name="FNanchor_129_129" id="FNanchor_129_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a> out a fashion?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Onely this last in credit doth remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That from henceforth, each bastard cast-forth rime,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which doth but savour of a libell vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall call me father, and be thought my crime;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So dull, and with so little sence endu'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is my grose-headed Judge, the multitude.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">Finis. I. D.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="Appendix_to_Epigrams" id="Appendix_to_Epigrams"><i>Appendix to Epigrams</i>:</a></h2>
<p class="center">(FROM THE HARLEIAN MSS. 1836.)</p>
<p>As explained in the Note, page 6 <i>ante</i>, I have gleaned a few additions
to these Epigrams. At close of those of <span class="smcap">Hutton</span>,—in the MS.
marked 60 and in Hutton's own volume 56,—on folio 15<i>d</i>, is the word
'finis.' Immediately under this, the MS. is continued in the same
handwriting on to folio 19, whereon 'finis' is again placed: and on
folios 19 and 20 Lines 'of Tobacco' with 'finis' once more. These Lines
on 'Tobacco' are curious: and somewhat resemble those on 'Moly' given
in the Hitherto Unpublished Poems of Davies, onward. G.</p>
<p class="center">1. <span class="smcap">In Superbiam.</span> Epi. 4.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I tooke the wall, one thrust me rudely by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tould me the King's way did open lye.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thankt him y<sup>t</sup> he did me so much grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to take the worse, leave me the better place;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For if by th' owners wee esteeme of things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the wall's the subjects, but the way's the King's.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">2. Epi. 5.</p>
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<td align="right">NIX&</td>
<td class="bor_top_yes bor_right_yes"> </td>
<td align="left">SNOW</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="right">IX</td>
<td class="bor_right_yes"> </td>
<td align="left">9</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="right">CORNIX</td>
<td class="bor_bot_yes bor_right_yes"> </td>
<td align="left">A CROW</td>
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</table>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">NIX:. I that the Winter's daughter am whilst thus my letters stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Am whiter then the plumbe<a name="FNanchor_130_130" id="FNanchor_130_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> of swan or any ladye's hand;</span><br />
<span class="i0">IX:. Take but away my letter first, and then I doe encline<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That stood before for milke white snowe to be the figure nine.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And if that further you desire by change to doe som trickes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As blacke as any bird I am.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>CORNIX:. by adding COR to NIX.</p>
<p class="center">3. Epi. 6.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Health is a jewell true, which when we buy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Physitians value it accordingly.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">4. <span class="smcap">In Amorosum.</span> Epi. 7.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A wife you wisht me (sir) rich, faire and young<br /></span>
<span class="i0">with French, Italian, and the Spanish tongue:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I must confesse yo<sup>r</sup> kindnesse verie much<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but yet in truth, Sir, I deserve none such,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">for when I wed—as yet I meane to tarry—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A woman of one language i'le but marry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and with that little portion of her store,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">expect such plenty, I would wish no more.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">5. Epi. 9.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Westminster is a mill that grinds all causes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but grinde his cause for mee there, he y<sup>t</sup> list:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For by demures and errours, stayes and clauses,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the tole is oft made greater then the grist.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">6. Epi. 10.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He that doth aske St. James they [?] say, shall speed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O y<sup>t</sup> Kinge James would answere to my need.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><br /></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="V_GULLINGE_SONNETS" id="V_GULLINGE_SONNETS">V. GULLINGE SONNETS.</a></h2>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><br /></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">NOTE.</p>
<p>These 'Gullinge Sonnets' were first printed in my reproduction of
the Dr. Farmer MS. for the Chetham Society (2 vols. 4to., 1873) in
Part I. pp. 76-81. There seems no question that these Sonnets belong
to Sir John Davies. Besides the "J. D." and "Mr. Dauyes" of the MS.,
his most marked turns of thought and epithet are readily discernible
in them. See critical remarks on them and their probable <i>motif</i> in
Memorial-Introduction.</p>
<p>The Sir Anthony Cooke to whom these Sonnets are dedicated descended
from the Sir Anthony who was Preceptor to King Edward VI., and
for Letters from whom whoso cares may consult the "Reformation"
correspondence of the Parker Society. His daughter Mildred was second
wife of Lord Burleigh, and his daughter Anne was mother of <i>the</i> Bacon.
His son and heir, Richard Cooke, died in 1579, and was succeeded by his
son Anthony (this Sir Anthony), who was knighted in 1596 by the Earl of
Essex at the sacking of Cadiz. He was buried at Romford, Essex, on the
28th December, 1604. G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a><br /><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="Dedicatory_Sonnet" id="Dedicatory_Sonnet">[Dedicatory Sonnet.]</a></p>
<p class="ph3">TO HIS GOOD FREINDE S<sup><small>R</small></sup> ANTH. COOKE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here my Camelion Muse her selfe doth chaunge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to diuers shapes of gross absurdities,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and like an Antick<a name="FNanchor_131_131" id="FNanchor_131_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a> mocks w<sup>th</sup> fashion straunge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the fond<a name="FNanchor_132_132" id="FNanchor_132_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a> admirers of lewde gulleries.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your iudgement sees w<sup>th</sup> pitty, and w<sup>th</sup> scorne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bastard Sonnetts of these Rymers bace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">W<sup>ch</sup> in this whiskinge age are daily borne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To their own shames, and Poetrie's disgrace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet some praise those and some perhappes will praise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">euen these of myne: and therefore thes I send<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to you that pass in Courte yo<sup>r</sup> glorious dayes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Y<sup>t</sup> if some rich rash gull these Rimes commend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus you may sett this formall witt to schoole,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vse yo<sup>r</sup> owne grace, and begg him for a foole.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">J. D.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a><br /><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><i>Gullinge Sonnets.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">1— The Louer Vnder burthen of his M<sup>ris</sup> love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">W<sup>ch</sup> lyke to Ætna did his harte oppre[s][s]e:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">did giue [s]uch piteous grones y<sup>t</sup> he did moue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the heau'nes at length to pitty his di[s]tre[s][s]e<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but for the fates in theire highe Courte aboue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">forbad to make the greuous burthen le[s][s]e.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the gracous powers did all con[s]pire to proue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yt miracle this mi[s]cheife mighte redre[s][s]e;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">therefore regardinge y<sup>t</sup> y<sup>e</sup> loade was [s]uch<br /></span>
<span class="i0">as noe man mighte w<sup>th</sup> one man's mighte [s]u[s]tayne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and y<sup>t</sup> mylde patience<a name="FNanchor_133_133" id="FNanchor_133_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a> imported much<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to him that [s]hold indure an endles payne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By there decree he [s]oone transformèd was<br /></span>
<span class="i0">into a patiente burden-bearinge A[s][s]e.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">2— As when y<sup>e</sup> brighte Cerulian firmament<br /></span>
<span class="i0">hathe not his glory w<sup>th</sup> black cloudes defas'te,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Soe were my thoughts voyde of all di[s]content;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and w<sup>th</sup> noe my[s]te of pa[s][s]ions ouerca[s]t<br /></span>
<span class="i0">they all were pure and cleare, till at the la[s]t<br /></span>
<span class="i0">an ydle careles thoughte forthe wandringe wente<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and of y<sup>t</sup> poy[s]onous beauty tooke a ta[s]te<br /></span>
<span class="i0">W<sup>ch</sup> doe the harts of louers [s]o torment:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">then as it chauncethe in a flock of [s]heepe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">when [s]ome contagious yll breedes fir[s]t in one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">daylie it [s]preedes & [s]ecretly doth creepe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">till all the [s]illy troupe be ouergone.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So by clo[s]e neighbourhood w<sup>th</sup> in my bre[s]t<br /></span>
<span class="i0">one [s]curuy thoughte infecteth all the re[s]t.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">3— What Eagle can behould her [s]unbrighte eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">her [s]unbrighte eye y<sup>t</sup> lights the world w<sup>th</sup> loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the world of Loue wherein I liue and dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I liue and dye and diuers chaunges proue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I chaunges proue, yet [s]till the [s]ame am I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the [s]ame am I and neuer will remoue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">neuer remoue vntill my [s]oule dothe flye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">my [s]oule dothe fly, and I [s]urcea[s]e to moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cea[s]e to moue w<sup>ch</sup> now am mou'd by you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">am mou'd by you y<sup>t</sup> moue all mortall hartes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">all mortall hartes who[s]e eyes yo<sup>r</sup> eyes doth veiwe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yo<sup>r</sup> eyes doth veiwe whence Cupid [s]hoots his darts,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>
<span class="i0">whence Cupid [s]hootes his dartes and woundeth tho[s]e<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that honor you and neuer weare<a name="FNanchor_134_134" id="FNanchor_134_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> his foes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">4— The hardnes of her harte and truth of myne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">when the all [s]eeinge eyes of heauen did [s]ee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">they [s]treight concluded y<sup>t</sup> by powre devine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to other formes our hartes should turnèd be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">then hers as hard as flynte, a Flynte became<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and myne as true as [s]teele, to [s]teele was turned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and then betwene o<sup>r</sup> hartes [s]prange forthe the flame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">of kinde[s]t loue, w<sup>ch</sup> vnextingui[s]h'd burned;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And longe the [s]acred lampe of mutuall loue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">ince[s][s]antlie did burne in glory brighte;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vntill my folly did her fury moue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to recompence my [s]eruice w<sup>th</sup> de[s]pighte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and to put out w<sup>th</sup> [s]nuffers of her pride<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the lampe of loue w<sup>ch</sup> els had neuer dyed.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">5— Myne Eye, mine eare, my will, my witt, my harte<br /></span>
<span class="i0">did [s]ee, did heare, did like, di[s]cerne, did loue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">her face, her [s]peche, her fa[s]hion, iudgem<sup>t</sup>, arte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">w<sup>ch</sup> did charme, plea[s]e, delighte, confounde and moue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then fancie, humo<sup>r</sup>, loue, conceipte, and thoughte<br /></span>
<span class="i0">did [s]oe drawe, force, inty[s]e, per[s]wade, deui[s]e,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
<span class="i0">that [s]he was wonne, mou'd, caryed, compa[s]t, wrought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to thinck me kinde, true, comelie, valyant, wi[s]e;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that heauen, earth, hell, my folly and her pride<br /></span>
<span class="i0">did worke, contriue, labor, con[s]pire and [s]weare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to make me [s]corn'd, vile, ca[s]t of, bace, defyed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">W<sup>th</sup> her my loue, my lighte, my life, my deare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that my harte, my witt, will, eare, and eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">doth greiue, lament, sorrowe, di[s]paire and dye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">6— The [s]acred Mu[s]e that fir[s]te made loue deuine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">hath made him naked and w<sup>th</sup>out attyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but I will cloth him w<sup>th</sup> this penn of myne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that all the world his fa[s]hion [s]hall admyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his hatt of hope, his bande of beautye fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his cloake of crafte, his doblett of de[s]yre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">greife for a girdell, [s]hall aboute him twyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his pointes of pride, his Ilet holes of yre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his ho[s]e of hate, his Cod peece of conceite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his [s]tockings of [s]terne [s]trife, his [s]hirte of [s]hame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his garters of vaine glorie gaye and [s]lyte;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his pantofels of pa[s][s]ions I will frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">pumpes<a name="FNanchor_135_135" id="FNanchor_135_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> of pre[s]umption [s]hall adorne his feete<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and Socks of fullennes excedinge [s]weete.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">7— Into the midle Temple of my harte<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the wanton Cupid did him[s]elfe admitt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and gaue for pledge yo<sup>r</sup> Eagle-[s]ighted witt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Y<sup>t</sup> he wold play noe rude vncivill parte:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Longe tyme he cloak'te his nature w<sup>th</sup> his arte<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and [s]add and graue and [s]ober he did [s]itt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but at the la[s]t he gan to reuell it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to breake good rules, and orders to peruerte:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then loue and his younge pledge were both conuented<br /></span>
<span class="i0">before [s]add<a name="FNanchor_136_136" id="FNanchor_136_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a> Rea[s]on, that old Bencher graue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">who this [s]add [s]entence vnto him pre[s]ented<br /></span>
<span class="i0">by dilligence, y<sup>t</sup> [s]lye and [s]ecreate knaue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That loue and witt, for euer [s]hold departe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">out of the midle Temple of my harte.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">8— My ca[s]e is this, I loue Zepheria brighte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of her I hold my harte by fealtye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">W<sup>ch</sup> I di[s]charge to her perpetuallye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet [s]he thereof will neuer me accquite.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">for now [s]uppo[s]inge I w<sup>th</sup> hold her righte<br /></span>
<span class="i0">[s]he hathe di[s]treinde my harte to [s]atisfie<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
<span class="i0">the duty w<sup>ch</sup> I neuer did denye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and far away impounds it w<sup>th</sup> de[s]pite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I labor therefore iu[s]tlie to repleaue<a name="FNanchor_137_137" id="FNanchor_137_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">my harte w<sup>ch</sup> she vniu[s]tly doth impounde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but quick conceite w<sup>ch</sup> nowe is loue's highe Sheife<br /></span>
<span class="i0">retornes it as e[s]loynde, not to be founde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then w<sup>ch</sup> the lawe affords I onely craue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">her harte for myne in wit her name to haue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">9— To Loue my lord I doe knightes [s]eruice owe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and therefore nowe he hath my witt in warde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but while it is in his tuition [s]oe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">me thincks he doth intreate it pa[s][s]inge hard;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">for thoughe he hathe it marryed longe agoe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to Vanytie, a wench of noe regarde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and nowe to full, and perfect age doth growe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet nowe of freedome it is mo[s]t debarde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But why [s]hould loue after minoritye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">when I am pa[s]t the one and twentith yeare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">perclude my witt of his [s]weete libertye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and make it [s]till y<sup>e</sup> yoake of ward[s]hippe beare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I feare he hath an other Title gott<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and holds my witte now for an Ideott.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i18">M<sup>r</sup> Dauyes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a><br /><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="VI_MINOR_POEMS" id="VI_MINOR_POEMS">VI. MINOR POEMS.</a></h2>
<p class="ph3"><a name="Minor_Poems" id="Minor_Poems">Minor Poems.</a></p>
<hr />
<h2>I. <i>Yet other Twelve Wonders of the World.</i><a name="FNanchor_138_138" id="FNanchor_138_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_138" class="fnanchor">[<small>138</small>]</a></h2>
<p class="center">I. <i>The Courtier.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long haue I liu'd in Court, yet learn'd not all this while,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sel poore sutors, smoke: nor where I hate, to smile:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Superiors to adore, Inferiors to despise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To flye from such as fall, to follow such as rise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not to aspire by vice, though twere the quicker way.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">II. <i>The Divine.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My calling is Diuine, and I from God am sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will no chop-Church be, nor pay my patron rent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yeeld to sacriledge; but like the kind true mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rather will loose all the child, then part it with another;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Much wealth, I will not seeke, nor worldly masters serue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So to grow rich and fat, while my poore flock doth sterue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">III. <i>The Souldier.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My occupation is, the noble trade of Kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tryall that decides the highest right of things:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though <i>Mars</i> my master be, I doe not <i>Venus</i> loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor honour <i>Bacchus</i> oft, nor often sweare by <i>Ioue</i>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of speaking of my selfe, I all occasion shunne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rather loue to doe, then boast what I haue done.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">IV. <i>The Lawyer.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Law my calling is, my robe, my tongue, my pen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wealth and opinion gaine, and make me Iudge of men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The knowne dishonest cause, I neuer did defend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor spun out sutes in length, but wisht and sought an end:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Nor counsell did bewray, nor of both parties take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor euer tooke I fee for which I neuer spake.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">V. <i>The Physition.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I study to vphold the slippery state of man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who dies, when we haue done the best and all we can.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From practise and from bookes, I draw my learnèd skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not from the knowne receipt of 'Pothecaries bill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The earth my faults doth hide,<a name="FNanchor_139_139" id="FNanchor_139_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a> the world my cures doth see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What youth, and time effects, is oft ascribde to me.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">VI. <i>The Merchant.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My trade doth euery thing to euery land supply,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Discouer unknowne coasts, strange Countries to ally;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I neuer did forestall, I neuer did ingrosse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No custome did withdraw, though I return'd with losse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thriue by faire exchange, by selling and by buying,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not by Jewish vse,<a name="FNanchor_140_140" id="FNanchor_140_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a> reprisall, fraud, or lying.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">VII. <i>The Country Gentleman.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though strange outlādish spirits praise towns, and country scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The country is my home, I dwel where I was born:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There profit and command with pleasure I pertake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet do not Haukes and dogs, my sole companions make.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I rule, but not oppresse, end quarrels, not maintaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">See towns, but dwel not there, t'abridge my charg or train.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">VIII. <i>The Bacheler.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How many things as yet are deere alike to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The field, the horse, the dog, loue, armes or liberty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue no wife as yet, whom I may call mine owne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue no children yet, that by my name are knowne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet if I married were, I would not wish to thriue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If that I could not tame the veriest shrew aliue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">IX. <i>The Married Man.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I only am the man, among all married men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That do not wish the Priest, to be unlinckt agen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thogh my shoo did wring,<a name="FNanchor_141_141" id="FNanchor_141_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a> I wold not make my mone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor think my neighbors chance, more happy then mine own,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yet court I not my wife, but yeeld obseruance due,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being neither fond<a name="FNanchor_142_142" id="FNanchor_142_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a> nor crosse, nor iealous, nor vntrue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">X. <i>The Wife.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first of all our Sex came from the side of man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thither am return'd, from whence our Sex began;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I doe not visite oft, nor many, when I doe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I tell my mind to few, and that in counsell too:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I seeme not sick in health, nor sullen but in sorrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I care for somewhat else of, then what to weare to morrow.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">XI. <i>The Widdow.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My dying<a name="FNanchor_143_143" id="FNanchor_143_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a> husband knew, how much his death would grieue me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore left me wealth, to comfort and relieue me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I no more will haue, I must not loue disdaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Penelope</i> her selfe did sutors entertaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet to draw on such, as are of best esteeme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yonger then I am, nor richer will I seeme.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">XII. <i>The Maid.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I marriage would forsweare, but that I heare men tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she that dies a maid, must leade an Ape in Hell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore if fortune come, I will not mock and play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor driue the bargaine on, till it be driuen away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tithes and lands I like, yet rather fancy can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A man that wanteth gold, then gold that wants a man. (pp. 1-4.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><a name="II_A_CONTENTION" id="II_A_CONTENTION">II. A CONTENTION</a></p>
<p class="ph3"><i>Betwixt a Wife, a Widdow, and a Maide.</i><a name="FNanchor_144_144" id="FNanchor_144_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Widdow, well met, whether goe you to day?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will you not to this solemne offering go?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You know it is <i>Astreas</i> holy day:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Saint to whom all hearts deuotion owe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Marry, what else? I purpos'd so to doe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doe you not marke how all the wiues are fine?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And how they haue sent presents ready too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make their offering at <i>Astreas</i> shrine?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">See then, the shrine and tapers burning bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, friend, and let vs first ourselues advance,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
<span class="i0">We know our place, and if we haue our right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To all the parish we must leade the dance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But soft, what means this bold presumptuous maid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To goe before, without respect of vs?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your forwardnesse (proude maide) must now be staide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where learnd you to neglect your betters thus?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Elder you are, but not my betters here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This place to maids a priuiledge must giue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Goddesse, being a maid, holds maidens deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And grants to them her own prerogatiue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides, on all true virgins, at their birth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nature hath set<a name="FNanchor_145_145" id="FNanchor_145_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a> a crowne of excellence,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>
<span class="i0">That all the wiues and widdowes of the earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should giue them place, and doe them reuerence?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> If to be borne a maid be such a grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So was I borne and grac't by nature to,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But seeking more perfection to embrace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I did become a wife as others doe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> And if the maid and wife such honour have,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue beene both, and hold a third degree.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Most maides are Wardes, and euery wife a slaue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue my livery sued,<a name="FNanchor_146_146" id="FNanchor_146_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a> and I am free.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> That is the fault, that you haue maidens beene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And were not constant to continue so:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fals of Angels did increase their sinne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that they did so pure a state forgoe:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Wife and Widdow, if your wits can make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your state and persons of more worth then mine,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Aduantage to this place I will not take;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will both place and priuilege resigne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Why marriage is an honourable state.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> And widdow-hood is a reuerend degree:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But maidenhead, that will admit no mate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like maiestie itselfe must sacred be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife is mistresse of her family.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Much more the widdow, for she rules alone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But mistresse of mine owne desires am I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When you rule others wils and not your owne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Onely the wife enjoys the vertuous pleasure.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widow can abstaine from pleasures known:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But th' vncorrupted maid preserues<a name="FNanchor_147_147" id="FNanchor_147_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a> such measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As being by pleasures wooed she cares for none.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife is like a faire supported vine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> So was the widdow, but now stands alone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For being growne strong, she needs not to incline.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Maids, like the earth, supported are of none.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife is as a Diamond richly set;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maide vnset doth yet more rich appeare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widdow a Iewel in the Cabinet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which though not worn is stil esteem'd as deare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife doth loue, and is belou'd againe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widdow is awakt out of that dreame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maids white minde had neuer such a staine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No passion troubles her cleare vertues streame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet if I would be lou'd, lou'd would I be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like her whose vertue in the bay is seene:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue to wife fades with satietie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where loue neuer enioyed is euer greene.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Then whats a virgin but a fruitlesse bay?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> And whats a widdow but a rose-lesse bryer?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what are wiues, but woodbinds which decay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The stately Oakes by which themselues aspire?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And what is marriage but a tedious yoke?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> And whats virginitie but sweete selfe-loue?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> And whats a widdow but an axell broke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose one part failing, neither part can mooue?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Wiues are as birds in golden cages kept.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Yet in those cages chearefully they sing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Widdowes are birds out of these cages lept,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose ioyfull notes makes all the forrest ring.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But maides are birds amidst the woods secure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which neuer hād could touch, nor yet<a name="FNanchor_148_148" id="FNanchor_148_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a> could take;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor whistle could deceiue, nor baite allure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But free vnto themselues doe musicke make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife is as the turtle with her mate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widdow, as the widdow doue alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose truth shines most in her forsaken state.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maid a Phœnix, and is still but one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wifes a soule vnto her body tyed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widdow a soule departed into blisse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maid, an Angell, which was stellified,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now t' as faire a house descended is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Wiues are faire houses kept and furnisht well.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Widdowes old castles voide, but full of state:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But maids are temples where the Gods do dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whom alone themselues they dedicate.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But marriage is a prison during life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where one way out, but many entries be:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The Nun is kept in cloyster, not the wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wedlocke alone doth make the virgin free.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maid is ever fresh, like morne in May:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife with all her beames is beautified,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to high noone, the glory of the day:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widow, like a milde, sweet, euen-tide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> An office well supplide is like the wife.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widow, like a gainfull office voide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But maids are like contentment in this life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which al the world haue sought, but none enioid:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Go wife to Dunmow, and demaund your flitch.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Goe gentle maide, goe leade the Apes in hell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Goe widow make some younger brother rich,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then take thought and die, and all is well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alas poore maid, that hast no help nor stay.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Alas poore wife, that nothing dost possesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Alas poore widdow, charitie doth say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pittie the widow and the fatherlesse.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> But happy widdowes haue the world at will.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> But happier wiues, whose ioys are euer double.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But happiest maids whose hearts are calme and still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom feare, nor hope, nor loue, nor hate doth trouble.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Euery true wife hath an indented<a name="FNanchor_149_149" id="FNanchor_149_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein the covenants of loue are writ,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereof her husband keepes the counterpart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And reads his comforts and his ioyes in it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> But euery widdowes heart is like a booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where her ioyes past, imprinted doe remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when her iudgements eye therein doth looke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She doth not wish they were to come againe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But the maids heart a faire white table is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spotlesse and pure, where no impressions be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the immortal Caracters of blisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which onely God doth write, and Angels see.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> But wiues haue children, what a ioy is this?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Widows haue children too, but maids haue none.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> No more haue Angels, yet they haue more blisse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then euer yet to mortall man was knowne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> The wife is like a faire manurèd<a name="FNanchor_150_150" id="FNanchor_150_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a> field;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The widow once was such, but now doth rest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The maide, like Paradice, vndrest, vntil'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beares crops of natiue vertue in her breast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Who would not dye as wife, as Lucrece died?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Or liue a widdow, as Penelope?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Or be a maide, and so be stellified,<a name="FNanchor_151_151" id="FNanchor_151_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As all the vertues and the graces be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Wiues are warme Climates well inhabited;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But maids are frozen zones where none may dwel.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But fairest people in the North are bred,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where Africa breeds Monsters blacke as hell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> I haue my husbands honour and his place.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> My husbands fortunes all suruiue to me.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The moone doth borrow light, you borrow grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When maids by their owne vertues gracèd be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">White is my colour; and no hew but this<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It will receiue, no tincture can it staine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> My white hath tooke one colour, but it is<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My honourable purple dyed in graine.<a name="FNanchor_152_152" id="FNanchor_152_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> But it hath beene my fortune to renue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My colour twice from that it was before.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now my blacke will take no other hue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore now I meane to change no more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Wiues are faire Apples seru'd in golden dishes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Widows good wine, which time makes better much.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But Maids are grapes desired by many wishes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that they grow so high as none can touch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> I haue a daughter equals you, my girle.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> The daughter doth excell the mother then:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As pearles are better then the mother of pearle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Maids loose their value whē they match with men.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> The man with whō I matcht, his worth was such<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As now I scorne a maide should be my peare:<a name="FNanchor_153_153" id="FNanchor_153_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> But I will scorne the man you praise so much,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For maids are matchlesse, and no mate can beare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hence is it that the virgine neuer loues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because her like she finds not anywhere;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For likenesse euermore affection moues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore the maide hath neither loue nor peere.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Yet many virgins married wiues would be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> And many a wife would be a widdow faine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> There is no widdow but desires to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If so she might, her maiden daies againe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i><a name="FNanchor_154_154" id="FNanchor_154_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a> There neuer was a wife that liked her lot:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Nor widdow but was clad in mourning weeds.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Doe what you will, marry, or marry not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both this estate and that, repentance breedes.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> But she that this estate and that hath seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth find great ods betweene the wife and girle.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Indeed she doth, as much as is betweene<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The melting haylestone and the solid pearle.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> If I were Widdow, my merry dayes were past.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Nay, then you first become sweete pleasures guest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i><a name="FNanchor_155_155" id="FNanchor_155_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a> For mayden-head is a continuall fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And marriage is a continual feast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Wedlock indeed hath oft comparèd bin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To publike Feasts where meete a publike rout;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where they that are without would faine go in,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they that are within would faine go out.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or to the Iewell which this vertue had,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That men were mad till they might it obtaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when they had it, they were twise as mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till they were dipossest of it againe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Maids cannot iudge, because they cannot tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What comforts and what ioyes in marriage be:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Yes, yes, though blessed Saints in heauen do dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They doe the soules in Purgatory see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> If euery wife do liue in Purgatory.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then sure it is, that Widdowes liue in blisse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And are translated to a state of glory,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Maids as yet haue not attain'd to this.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Not Maids? To spotlesse maids this gift is giuen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To liue in incorruption from their birth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what is that but to inherit heauen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen while they dwell vpon the spotted earth?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The perfectest of all created things,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The purest gold, that suffers no allay;<a name="FNanchor_156_156" id="FNanchor_156_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sweetest flower that on th' earths bosome springs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pearle vnbord, whose price no price can pay:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Christall Glasse that will no venome hold,<a name="FNanchor_157_157" id="FNanchor_157_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mirror wherein Angels loue to looke,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Dianaes</i> bathing Fountaine cleere and cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauties fresh Rose, and vertues liuing booke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of loue and fortune both, the Mistresse borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soueraigne spirit that will be thrall to none;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spotlesse garment that was neuer worne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Princely Eagle that still flyes alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She sees the world, yet her cleere thought doth take<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No such deepe print as to be chang'd thereby;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As when we see the burning fire doth make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No such impression as doth burne the eye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> No more (sweete maid) our strife is at an end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cease now: I fear we shall transformèd be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To chattering Pies, as they that did contend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To match the Muses in their harmony.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Widow.</i> Then let us yeeld the honour and the place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let vs both be sutors to the maid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That since the Goddesse giues her speciall grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By her cleere hands the offring be conuaide.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Maid.</i> Your speech I doubt hath some displeasure mou'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet let me haue the offring, I will see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know she hath both wiues and widdowes lou'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though she would neither wife nor widdow be. (pp 5-15.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">III. A LOTTERY.<a name="FNanchor_158_158" id="FNanchor_158_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158_158" class="fnanchor">[<small>158</small>]</a></p>
<p class="center"><i>Presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors
House, 1602.</i><a name="FNanchor_159_159" id="FNanchor_159_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a></p>
<p><i>A Marriner with a Boxe vnder his arme, contayning all the seuerall
things following, supposed to come from the Carrick,<a name="FNanchor_160_160" id="FNanchor_160_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a> came into the
Presence, singing this Song</i>:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10"><i>Cynthia</i> Queene of Seas and Lands,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">That fortune euery where commands,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
<span class="i10">Sent forth fortune to the Sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">To try her fortune euery way.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">There did I fortune meet, which makes me now to sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">All the Nymphs of <i>Thetis</i> traine<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Did <i>Cinthias</i> fortunes entertaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Many a Iewell, many a Iem,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Was to her fortune brought by them.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Her fortune sped so well, as makes me now to sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">Fortune that it might be seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">That she did serue a royall Queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">A franke and royall hand did beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">And cast her fauors euery where.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Some toyes fell to my share, which makes me now to sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.<a name="FNanchor_161_161" id="FNanchor_161_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
<p>And the Song ended, he vttred this short Speech:</p>
<p><i>God saue you faire Ladies all: and for my part, if
euer I be brought to answere for my sinnes, God forgiue my
sharking, and lay vsury to my charge. I am a Marriner,
and am now come from the sea, where I had the fortune
to light upon these few trifles. I must confesse I came but
lightly by them, but I no sooner had them, but I made a
vow, that as they came to my hands by Fortune, so I
would not part with them but by Fortune. To that end
I haue euer since carried these Lots about me, that if I met
with fit company I might deuide my booty among them.
And now, (I thanke my good Fortune,)! I am lighted
into the best company of the world, a company of the fairest
Ladyes that euer I saw. Come Ladies try your fortunes,
and if any light upon an unfortunate Blanke, let her
thinke that Fortune doth but mock her in these trifles, and
meanes to pleasure her in greater matters.</i></p>
<p class="ph3"><i>The Lots.</i></p>
<p class="center">1. <i>Fortunes Wheele.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune must now no more in triumph ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wheeles are yours that did her Chariot guide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">2. <i>A Purse.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You thriue, or would, or may, your Lots a Purse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fill it with gold, and you are nere the worse.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">3. <i>A Maske.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Want you a Maske? heere Fortune gives you one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet nature giues the Rose and Lilly none.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">4. <i>A Looking-Glasse.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Blinde Fortune doth not see how faire you be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But giues a glasse that you your selfe may see.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">5. <i>A Hankerchiefe.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whether you seeme to weepe, or weepe indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Hand-kerchiefe will stand you well in steed.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">6. <i>A Plaine Ring.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune doth send<a name="FNanchor_162_162" id="FNanchor_162_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a> you, hap it well or ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This plaine gold Ring, to wed you to your will.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">7. <i>A Ring, with this Poesie</i><br /><i><b>As faithfull as I find</b>.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet the words<a name="FNanchor_163_163" id="FNanchor_163_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a> do hit your humour right.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">8. <i>A Pair of Gloues.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune these Gloues to you in challenge sends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that you loue not fooles that are her friends.<a name="FNanchor_164_164" id="FNanchor_164_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">9. <i>A Dozen of Points.</i><a name="FNanchor_165_165" id="FNanchor_165_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">You are in euery point a louer true,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And therefore Fortune giues the points to you.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">10. <i>A Lace.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Giue her the Lace that loues to be straight lac'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So Fortunes little gift is aptly plac'd.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">11. <i>A Paire of Kniues.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune doth giue this paire of Kniues to you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cut the thred of loue, if 't be not true.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">12. <i>A Girdle.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By Fortunes Girdle you may happy be,<a name="FNanchor_166_166" id="FNanchor_166_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they that are lesse happy are more free.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">13. <i>A Payre of Writing-Tables.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These Tables may containe your thoughts<a name="FNanchor_167_167" id="FNanchor_167_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a> in part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But write not all, that's written in your heart.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">14. <i>A Payre of Garters.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though you haue Fortunes Garters, you must be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More staid and constant in your steps then she.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">15. <i>A Coife and Crosse-Cloth.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Frowne in good earnest, or be sick in iest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Coife and Cross-Cloth will become you best.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">16. <i>A Scarfe.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Take you this Scarfe, bind <i>Cupid</i> hand and foote,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So loue must aske you leaue before hee shoote.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">17. <i>A Falling Band.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune would have you rise, yet guides your hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From other Lots to take the falling band.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">18. <i>A Stomacher.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This Stomacher is full of windowes<a name="FNanchor_168_168" id="FNanchor_168_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a> wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet none through them can see into your thought.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">19. <i>A Pair of Sizzers.</i><a name="FNanchor_169_169" id="FNanchor_169_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These sizzers do your huswifery bewray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You loue to work though you are borne to play.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">20. <i>A Chaine.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Because you scorne loue's Captiue to remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a Chaine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">21. <i>A Prayer-Booke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Your Fortune may prooue<a name="FNanchor_170_170" id="FNanchor_170_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a> good another day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till Fortune come, take you a booke to pray.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">22. <i>A Snuftkin.</i><a name="FNanchor_171_171" id="FNanchor_171_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Tis Summer yet, a Snuftkin is your Lot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But 'twill be winter one day, doubt you not.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">23. <i>A Fanne.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You loue to see, and yet to be vnseen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take you this Fanne to be your beauties skreene.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">24. <i>A Pair of Bracelets.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lady, your hands are fallen into a snare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For <i>Cupids</i> manicles these Bracelets are.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">25. <i>A Bodkin.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Euen with this Bodkin you may lie unharmed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your beauty is with vertue so well armed.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">26. <i>A Necklace.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune giues your faire neck this lace to weare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God grant a heauier yoke it neuer beare.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">27. <i>A Cushinet.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To her that little cares what Lot she wins,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chance gives a little Cushinet to stick pinnes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">28. <i>A Dyall.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Dyal's your's, watch time least it be lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet they most lose it that do watch it most.<a name="FNanchor_172_172" id="FNanchor_172_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">29. <i>A Nutmeg with a Blanke Parchment in it.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This Nutmeg holds a Blanke, but chance doth hide it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Write your owne wish, and Fortune will prouide it.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">30. <i>Blanke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wot you not why Fortune giues you no prize,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good faith she saw you not, she wants her eyes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">31. <i>Blanke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You are so dainty to be pleaz'd, God wot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">32. <i>Blanke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tis pitty such a hand should draw in vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though it gaine nought, yet shall it pitty gaine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">33. <i>Blanke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nothing's your Lot, that's more then can be told,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For nothing is more precious then gold.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">34. <i>Blanke.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You faine would haue, but what, you cannot tell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In giuing nothing, Fortune serues you well.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Sir I. D.</span> (pp. 42-46.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2"><a name="IV_CANZONET" id="IV_CANZONET">IV. CANZONET.</a></p>
<p class="center"><i>A Hymne in Praise of Musicke.</i><a name="FNanchor_173_173" id="FNanchor_173_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Praise, pleasure, profite, is that threefold band,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which ties mens minds more fast then Gordions knots:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each one some drawes, all three none can withstand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of force conioynd, Conquest is hardly got.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then Musicke may of hearts a Monarch be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wherein prayse, pleasure, profite so agree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Praise-worthy Musicke is, for God it praiseth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pleasant, for brute beasts therein delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great profit from it flowes, for why it raiseth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When against reason passions fond rebell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Musicke doth that confirme, and those expell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round?<a name="FNanchor_174_174" id="FNanchor_174_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
<span class="i0">If ioyous pleasure were not in sweet layes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would they in Court and Country so abound?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And profitable needes we must that call,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which pleasure linkt with praise, doth bring to all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heroicke minds with praises most incited,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God, man, beasts, birds, with Musicke are delighted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pleasant t'is which pleaseth all so well:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No greater profit is then self-content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And this will Musicke bring, and care preuent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When antique Poets Musick's praises tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They say it beasts did please, and stones did moue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To proue more dull then stones, then beasts more fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They fain'd, it Cities built, and States defended<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shew the profite great on it depended.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sweet birds (poor men's Musitians) neuer slake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sing sweet Musickes praises day and night:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dying Swans in Musicke pleasure take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shew that it the dying can delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In sicknesse, health, peace, warre, we do it need,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which proues sweet Musicks profit doth exceed.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But I by niggard praising, do dispraise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Praise-worthy Musicke in my worthlesse Rime:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Any saue learnèd Muses well define:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Praise, pleasure, profite in sweet musicke be. [pp. 138-9.]<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">(No sig. but in 1602. I. D.)<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">V. TEN SONETS TO PHILOMEL.<a name="FNanchor_175_175" id="FNanchor_175_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_175" class="fnanchor">[<small>175</small>]</a></p>
<p class="center">SONNET I.</p>
<p class="center"><i>Vpon Loues entring by the eares.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oft did I heare our eyes the passage weare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore I garded them, and void of feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Neglected the defence of other parts.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue knowing this, the vsuall way forsooke:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And seeking found a by-way by mine eare.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At which he entring, my heart prisoner tooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet let my heart thy heart to pitty moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose paine is great, although small fault appeare.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">First it lies bound in fettring chaines of loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with loues flames tis euermore consumed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only because to loue thee it presumed.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O why did Fame my heart to loue betray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By telling my Deares vertue and perfection?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Syren-song, cause of my hearts infection?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had I been deafe, or Fame her gifts concealed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or were my state likewise by it reuealed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Well might it Philomel to pitty moue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than should she know how loue doth make me languish,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then should she know my care, my plaints and anguish,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All which for her deare selfe I meekely beare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yea I could quietly deaths paines abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that she knew that for her sake I dide.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>Of his owne, and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sicknesse entending my loue to betray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before I should sight of my deere obtaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did his pale colours in my face display,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lest that my fauour might her fauours gaine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet not content herewith, like meanes it wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My Philomels bright beauty to deface:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And natures glory to disgrace it sought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That my conceiuèd loue it might displace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But my firme loue could this assault well beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which vertue had, not beauty for his ground.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through sicknesse vaile, which made my loue abound;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If sicke (thought I) her beauty so excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How matchlesse would it be if she were well.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>Another of her sicknesse and recovery.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Pale Death himselfe did loue my Philomell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he her vertues and rare beauty saw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore he sicknesse sent: which should expell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His riuals life, and my deare to him draw.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But her bright beauty dazled so his eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That his dart life did misse, though her it hit:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet not therewith content, new meanes he tries,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bring her vnto Death, and make life flit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Nature soone perceiuing, that he meant<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spoyle her onely Phœnix, her chiefe pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Assembled all her force, and did preuent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The greatest mischiefe that could her betide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So both our liues and loues, Nature defended:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For had she di'de, my loue and life had ended.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><i>Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete, against the Minotaure.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My loue is sail'd against dislike to fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which like vile monster, threatens his decay:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The ship is hope, which by desires great might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is swiftly borne towards the wishèd bay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The company which with my loue doth fare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Though met in one) is a dissenting crew:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They are ioy, griefe, and neuer-sleeping care,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doubt, which neere beleeues good newes for true:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blacke feare the flag is, which my ship doth beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which (Deere) take downe, if my loue victor be:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And let white comfort in his place appeare.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When loue victoriously returnes to me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Least I from rock despaire come tumbling downe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in a sea of teares be for'st to drowne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Once did my Philomel reflect on me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinking not to be seene, yet would me see:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But soone my hungry eies their food did spy.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Alas, my deere, couldst them suppose, that face<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which needs not enuy Phœbus chiefest pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could secret be, although in secret place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that transparent glasse such beames could hide?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if I had been blinde, yet Loues hot flame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So though thou hidden wert, my heart and eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When time nor place would let me often view<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Natures chiefe Mirror, and my sole delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her liuely picture in my heart I drew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I might it behold both day and night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she, like Philips Sonne, scorning that I<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should portraiture, which wanted Apelles Art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Commanded Loue (who nought dare her deny)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To burne the picture which was in my heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The more loue burn'd, the more her Picture shin'd:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The more it shin'd, the more my heart did burne:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To my hearts ruine and decay did turne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue could not burne the Spirit, it was divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore fir'd my heart, the Saints poor shrine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><i>To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When as the Sunne eclipsèd is, some say<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It thunder, lightning, raine, and wind portendeth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And not vnlike but such things happen may,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith like effects my Sunne eclipsèd sendeth!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Witnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And breast with sighes like stormy winds neare riued.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O shine then once againe sweet Sunne on me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereof these raging Meteors framèd be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In my poore heart by absence of my faire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shalt thou prooue thy beames, thy heate, thy light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To match the Sunne in glory, grace, and might.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>Vpon sending her a gold ring with this Posie.</i></p>
<p class="center">Pure and Endlesse.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If you would know the love which I you beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Shall make more precious, when you shall it weare:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So my loues nature you shall vnderstand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is it of mettall pure? so you shall proue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My loue, which ne're disloyall thought did staine.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath it no end? so endlesse is my loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnlesse you it destroy with your disdaine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth it the purer waxe the more tis tride?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So doth my loue: yet herein they dissent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That whereas gold the more t'is purifide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By waxing lesse, doth shew some part is spent:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet encreaseth in the purifying.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>The hearts captivitie.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Requires it out of bondage to depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Draw backe (said she) your helpeless loue from me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your worth requires a farre more worthy place:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vnto your suite though I cannot agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full many will it louingly embrace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It may be so (my deere) but as the Sunne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When it appeares doth make the starres to vanish!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
<span class="i2">So when your selfe into my thoughts do runne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All others quite out of my heart you banish.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The beames of your perfections shine so bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That straight-way they dispell all other light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10"> I. D.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">VI. TO GEORGE CHAPMAN ON HIS OVID.<a name="FNanchor_176_176" id="FNanchor_176_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176_176" class="fnanchor">[<small>176</small>]</a></p>
<p class="center"><i>I. D. of the Middle Temple.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Onely that eye which for true loue doth weepe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Onely that hart which tender loue doth pierse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May read and vnderstand this sacred vierse—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For other wits too misticall and deepe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Betweene these hallowed leaues <i>Cupid</i> dooth keepe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The golden lesson of his second Artist;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For loue, till now, hath still a Maister mist,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since <i>Ouids</i> eyes were closed with iron sleepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now his waking soule in <i>Chapman</i> liues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which showes so well the passions of his soule;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet this Muse more cause of wonder giues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doth more Prophet-like loues art enroule:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Ouids soule, now growne more old and wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poures foorth it selfe in deeper misteries.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">VII. REASON'S MOANE.<a name="FNanchor_177_177" id="FNanchor_177_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177_177" class="fnanchor">[<small>177</small>]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I peruse heauen's auncient written storie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">part left in bookes, and part in contemplation:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I finde Creation tended to God's glory:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">but when I looke upon the foule euasion,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loe then I cry, I howle, I weepe, I moane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and seeke for truth, but truth alas! is gone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whilom of old before the earth was founded,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">or hearbs or trees or plants or beasts, had being,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or that the mightie Canopie of heauen surrounded<br /></span>
<span class="i2">these lower creatures; ere that the eye had seeing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Reason was within the mind of Ioue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">embracing only amitie and loue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The blessed angels' formes and admirable natures,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">their happie states, their liues and high perfections,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Immortall essence and vnmeasured statures,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">the more made known their falls and low directions.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These things when Reason doth peruse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">she finds her errors, which she would excuse.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But out alas! she sees strife is all in vaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">it bootes not to contend, or stand in this defence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Death, sorow, grief, hell and torments are her gaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and endlesse burning fire, becomes our recompence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh heauie moane! oh endlesse sorrowes anguish,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">neuer to cease but euer still to languish.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I peruse the state of prime created man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">his wealth, his dignitie and reason:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His power, his pleasure, his greatnesse when I scan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I doe admire and wonder, that in so short a season,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These noble parts, should haue so short conclusion:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and man himselfe, be brought to such confusion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In seeking countries far beyond the seas, I finde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">euen where faire Eden's pleasant garden stood:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the coasts vnto the same confinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">gall to cruell wars; men's hands embru'd in blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In cutting throats, and murders, men delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">so from these places Reason's banisht quite.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Ierusalem! that thou shouldst now turn Turke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and Sions hil, where holy rites of yore were vs'd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh! that within that holy place should lurke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">such sacrilege: whereby Ioue's name's abusde.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>
<span class="i0">What famous Greece, farewel: thou canst not bost<br /></span>
<span class="i2">thy great renowne: thy wit, thy learning's lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The further search I make, the worse effect I finde:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All Asia swarmes with huge impietie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All Affrick's bent vnto a bloody minde:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">all treachers<a name="FNanchor_178_178" id="FNanchor_178_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a> gainst Ioue and his great deitie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let vs returne to famous Britton's king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">whose worthy praise let all the world goe sing,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great Tetragramaton, out of thy bounteous loue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">let all the world and nations truely know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he plants peace, and quarrell doth remoue:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">let him be great'st on all the earth belowe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Long may he liue, and all the world admire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">that peace is wrought as they themselues desire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What Vnion he hath brought to late perfection,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">twixt Nations that hath so long contended:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their warres and enuies by him receiue correction,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in his royal person all their iars are ended.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so in briefe conclude, ought all that liue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">giue thanks to him for ioy that peace doth giue.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By power and will of this our mightie king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">reason doth shew that God hath wroght a wonder:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Countries distract he doth to Vnion bring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and ioynes together States which others sunder:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God grant him life till Shiloe's comming be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">in heauen's high seate he may enthronized be.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">VIII. ON THE DEATH OF LORD CHANCELLOR ELLESMERE'S SECOND WIFE IN
1599.<a name="FNanchor_179_179" id="FNanchor_179_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179_179" class="fnanchor">[<small>179</small>]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You, that in Judgement passion never show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(As still a Judge should without passion bee),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So judge your selfe; and make not in your woe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against your self a passionate decree.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Griefe may become so weake a spirit as mine:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My prop is fallne, and quenchèd is my light:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But th' Elme may stand, when with'red is the vine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, though the Moone eclipse, the Sunne is bright.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet were I senselesse if I wisht your mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Insensible, that nothing might it move;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if a man might not bee wise and kind.<br /></span>
<span class="i2"> Doubtlesse the God of Wisdome and of Loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As Solomon's braine he doth to you impart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So hath he given you David's tender hart.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">Yr. Lps in all humble Duties and condoling with yr. Lp. most affectionately</p>
<p class="center">Jo. Davys.</p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p class="ph2">IX. TITYRUS <i>TO HIS FAIRE</i> PHILLIS.<a name="FNanchor_180_180" id="FNanchor_180_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180_180" class="fnanchor">[<small>180</small>]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The silly Swaine whose loue breedes discontent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinkes death a trifle, life a loathsome thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Sad he lookes, sad he lyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when his Fortunes mallice doth relent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then of Loues sweetnes he will sweetly sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Thus he liues, thus he dyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then <i>Tityrus</i> whom Loue hath happy made,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will rest thrice happy in this Mirtle shade.<br /></span>
<span class="i6">For though Loue at first did greeue him:<br /></span>
<span class="i6">yet did Loue at last releeue him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i18">I. D.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph2">UPON A COFFIN BY S. J. D.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There was a man bespake a thing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which when the owner home did bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that made it did refuse it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he that brought it would not use it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he that hath it doth not know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether he hath it, ay or no.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">From "The Curtaine-Drawer of the Worlde ...<br />
by W. Parkes, Gentleman ... 1621.<a name="FNanchor_181_181" id="FNanchor_181_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a>
</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p class="ph2">X. EPITAPH AND EPIGRAM.</p>
<p>Sir John Davies had a son who became, if he were not born, an idiot.
Anthony-a-Wood states "The son dying, Sir John made an epitaph of four
verses on him, beginning</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hic in visceribus terræ &c."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>It is much to be wished that these 'four verses' were recovered.
Further, he had a daughter named 'Lucy'; and of her the same authority
writes: "So that the said Lucy being sole heiress to her father,
Ferdinando, Lord Hastings, (afterwards Earl of Huntingdon) became a
suitor to her for marriage; whereupon the father made this Epigram:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lucida vis</span> oculos teneri perstrinxit amantis<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nec tamen erravit nam <span class="smcap">Via Dulcis</span> erat."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>On this <span class="smcap">Watts</span> remarks: "This is a remarkable anagram of Lucy
Davies. See as remarkable ones on the mother Eleanor Davies, <i>Reveal O
Daniel</i>, by herself, the other made on her by <span class="smcap">Dr. Lamb</span>,—Dame
Eleanor Davies, <i>Never so mad a Lady</i>. Heylin's Life of Laud p. 266."
Wood's Athenæ, (edn. by Bliss) Vol. II. p. 404. G.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="VII_HITHERTO_UNPUBLISHED_POEMS" id="VII_HITHERTO_UNPUBLISHED_POEMS">VII. HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED POEMS.</a></h2>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">METAPHRASE OF SOME OF THE PSALMS, &c.</p>
<p class="ph3">NOTE.</p>
<p>The <span class="smcap">Manuscript Volume</span> from which the following hitherto
unpublished <span class="smcap">Poems</span> are taken, is the property of <span class="smcap">David
Laing</span>, Esq., LL.D., <span class="smcap">Edinburgh</span>, who purchased it, or
perhaps obtained it in exchange many years ago from the Rev. John
Jamieson, D.D., author of the "Scottish Dictionary" and other learned
works—a scholar of full learning and to be held in honour in many
respects. It was parted with to his like-minded friend as containing
the hitherto unprinted 'Psalms,' &c., by <span class="smcap">Sir John Davies</span>; but
no memorial remains to ascertain the quarter from whence Dr. Jamieson
obtained the Volume. Mr. Laing states that, if anything was said at the
time on the subject, it has escaped his recollection; and this cannot
be wondered at, as it must have been from thirty to forty years ago.</p>
<p>Along with eminent Experts I have carefully compared this Manuscript
with undoubted holographs of <span class="smcap">Sir John Davies</span>, preserved in Her
Majesty's State Paper Office (State Papers: Domestic. James I. Vol.
173. No. 54: Oct. 18, 1624, etc., etc.) and among the Harleian MSS. in
the British Museum—the former being preferable as being of the same
year-date with ours: and I feel constrained to pronounce it throughout
non-autograph. There are at least <span class="smcap">FIVE</span> handwritings in the
volume—as more particularly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> described <i>in locis</i>: but none bears a
resemblance to <span class="smcap">Sir John Davies'</span>. The Manuscript, therefore,
belongs to a class that abounds at the Period, viz, a Scribe's
transcript and which closely resembles that of MS. Speeches and other
writings of <span class="smcap">Davies</span> preserved among the <span class="smcap">Harleian</span> MSS.
This is further, in accord with <span class="smcap">Sir John Davies'</span> practice,
as appears by 'The Egerton Papers' of Mr. Collier, (Camden Society,
1840, I Vol. 40.) where in a letter to <span class="smcap">Ellesmere</span> (pp. 410-16)
he apologizes for his own 'ill hand' and substitutes his 'man's.' The
evidence for <span class="smcap">Davies'</span> authorship of these <span class="smcap">Poems</span> is
<span class="smcap">EXTERNAL</span> and <span class="smcap">INTERNAL</span>.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>(<i>a</i>) The existence of the 'Metaphrase of the Psalms'—which composes
the greater portion of the Manuscript—has long been on record. Thus
<span class="smcap">Anthony-a-Wood</span> in his <span class="smcap">Athenæ</span> states "Besides the
before-mentioned things (as also Epigrams, as 'tis said) which were
published by, and under the name of Sir John Davies, are several MSS.
of his writing and composing, which go from hand to hand, as (I)
Metaphrase of several of K. David's Psalms...." (edn. <span class="smcap">Bliss</span>
ii., 403.) The original of the Psalms' MS. was in possession of Sir
John's own daughter, the Countess of Huntingdon, as I found in the
Carte MSS. Bodleian, Oxford.</p></div>
<p>The others are MSS.—some in part since published—which <span class="smcap">Wood</span>
describes as formerly in the Library of Sir<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> James Ware, and then in
that of the Earl of Clarendon.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>(<i>b</i>) The handwriting of the Manuscript is exactly correspondent with
that of its date '1624.' It is uniform from Psalm I. to L.</p>
<p>(<i>c</i>) Throughout the 'Psalms' and other Poems, favourite words of
<span class="smcap">Sir John Davies'</span> occur: in part peculiar to him or used in
a peculiar way. I must refer the Student to the Poems themselves for
the great majority of examples: but note here half-a-dozen—all the
references being to our own edition of the previous Poems.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p>1. '<i>Withall</i>': "... that sinne that we are borne <i>withall</i>." ('Nosce
Teipsum' page 57, stanza 5th, line 4th.) So in the 'Psalms':<br />
"Be merciful and hear my prayer <i>withall</i>." (Ps. 4th, line 4th.)</p>
<p>2. '<i>Wight</i>': "... this World below did need one <i>wight</i>." (page 60:
stanza 4th, line 1st.) So in the 'Psalms': "... measures Iustice vnto
euery <i>wight</i>." (Ps. 9th, line 16th.)</p>
<p>3. '<i>gray Winter</i>': "Here flow'ry Spring-tide and there <i>Winter
gray</i>." (page 63, stanza 1st, line 4th.) So in 'A Maid's Hymne in
praise of Virginity': "To whome <i>graye Winter</i> neuer doth apeare."
(line 7th.)</p>
<p>4. '<i>On</i>' meaning '<i>o'er</i>': "Will holds the royall scepter <i>on</i> the
soul" ('Nosce Teipsum,' page 79,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> stanza 2nd, line 3rd.) "And <i>on</i> the
passions of the heart doth raigne." (page 79, stanza 2d, line 4th.)
So in the 'Psalms': "Let not my foes trihumph <i>on</i> mee againe." (Ps.
35th, line 37th). "In that my foe doth not trihumph <i>on</i> me." (Ps.
41st, line 22d.)</p>
<p>5. '<i>Detruded</i>': "... such as me <i>detruded</i> downe to Hell." (page 110,
stanza 1st, line 1st.) So in the 'Psalms': Therefore although my soule
<i>detruded</i> were euen to Hell's gates.... (Ps. 23rd, line 7th.)</p>
<p>6. '<i>Center</i>' meaning '<i>Earth</i>': "Suruey all things that on this
<i>center</i> here." (page 25th, stanza 1st, line 4th.) So in the 'Psalms':
"And all that dwell on his round <i>Center</i> here." (Ps. 23rd, line 16th.)</p></div>
<p>It were easy to multiply these instances from the 'Psalms' and the
other Poems.</p>
<p>(<i>d</i>) The secular Poems contain personal allusions that authenticate
their authorship. In the 'Elegie of Loue' and in the lines "To the
Kinge vpon his Ma<sup>ties</sup> first comming into England" these are of
singular interest and value. The latter harmonizes with the fact that
<span class="smcap">Sir John Davies</span> proceeded North to meet the King: and it has
a direct reference to his 'Nosce Teipsum.' Speaking of his Muse he
exclaims,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thy sight had once an influence divine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which gave it power the Soul of man to vew."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
<p>Another personal allusion is found in his address to the "Ladyes of
Founthill" in his native Wilts.</p>
<p>(<i>e</i>) The "Verses sent to the Kinge with ffiges" is inscribed "by Sir
John Davis" and the "Elegiacal Epistle" which immediately follows these
'Verses' naturally closes a Volume containing the compositions of our
Worthy. 'Davis' is his own spelling in the 1608 edition of 'Nosce
Teipsum,' and in Davison's 'Rhapsody.'</p>
<p>(<i>f</i>) Exclusive of the 'Psalms'—the Davies' authorship of which admits
of no doubt—the other Poems have Sir John Davies' characteristics in
choice of subjects and style, and specific wording, as above. 'Elegie'
is herein used as in the title-page of 'Nosce Teipsum.'</p></div>
<p>The Manuscript is a thin folio of forty-one leaves and one page: but
<i>verso</i> of 35th leaf consists of Memoranda headed "The State of England
before the Conquest, briefely. By Henry, Lord Hastings, amongst his
Notes found": and leaves 36 and 37 and page 38 (<i>verso</i> blank) contain
'Notes' on "William Bastarde, the Norman Conquerour of England." The
former is in a handwriting different from all the rest: the latter
the same as the Poems that follow "Part of an Elegie in prayse of
Marriage." There are a number of contemporary and of more recent blank
leaves. It is bound in dark calf, with tooled ornament in the centre.</p>
<p>In preparing this Manuscript for the Press, my anxious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> endeavour
has been faithfully to reproduce the original: only I have extended
the contractions 'w<sup>h</sup> and w<sup>ch</sup>' for 'with' and 'which' and
'o<sup>r</sup>. y<sup>r</sup>' for 'our' and 'your' and the like. I have
somewhat modified the capitals: but in the Divine names (nouns and
pronouns) and impersonations, have employed capitals. The punctuation
of the Manuscript is almost <i>nil</i>: I have adopted present usage on a
uniform principle; and also the apostrophe of the possessive case, &c.
Only one point perplexed me a little, viz. the sign of the plural. At
the period a peculiar form represented 'es' as denoting plural, but
examination showed our Manuscript as using it with 'e' immediately
before. Hence it is apparent the Scribe used it arbitrarily. My rule
has been to represent it simply by 's' for our plural, except in the
cases—pointed out where they occur—in which 'es' as an additional
syllable is required for the rhythm. Throughout, the orthography is
literally preserved: and besides six collations of my transcript
with the Original, by myself, I have had the advantage of a minute
comparison by my experienced and erudite friend, the late John Bruce,
Esq., of London, and in part by W. Aldis Wright, Esq., M.A., Trinity
College, Cambridge. So that our first publication of the Manuscript
may be relied on as absolutely true to the Original. It may be added
that I have adhered to the order in which the several Poems are given,
with the single exception of placing the anonymous very noticeable
'Elegiacal Epistle'<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> on the death of Davies last. The two short pieces
that precede it in our Volume, occupy in the MS. the closing page,
which is a kind of fly-leaf.</p>
<p>I feel assured that every admirer of Sir John Davies will agree with
me that a deep debt of gratitude is due to Mr. Laing for his generous
consent to have the Manuscript included in our editions of the 'Poems.'
Independent of the interest attaching to their illustrious authorship
the 'Psalms' seem to me to possess rare merits, being as a whole
strikingly faithfull to the Original, and not para-phrastic—hence
Anthony-a-Wood's 'Metaphrase'—simple yet picturesque, 'smooth' but
melodious, and in every quality infinitely superior to the attempts
of <span class="smcap">Bacon</span>, <span class="smcap">Jeremy Taylor</span>, <span class="smcap">Rous</span>, and others.
Some of the Versions must find a place in the Church's Psalmody and
Hymnology.</p>
<p>I must not omit to acknowledge the courteous attention of Mr. W.
Carew Hazlitt in informing me of the existence and ownership of the
Manuscript. Anything further requiring to be said, will be found in the
footnotes. G.</p>
<hr />
<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><a name="Hitherto_Unpublished_Poems" id="Hitherto_Unpublished_Poems"><i>Hitherto Unpublished Poems.</i></a></h2>
<hr />
<p class="ph3">METAPHRASE OF SOME PSALMS.</p>
<p class="center">PSALM I.<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">That man is blest which hath not walkt aside,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Takeinge ungodly counsell for his guide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor in the way of synners stood and staied,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor in the couch of Scorners downe him layed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in God's Lawe hath plac't his whole delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And studieth to performe it, day and night:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee, like a plant which by a streame doth growe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His timely fruite shall in due season showe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose leafe shall not decay but flourish euer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all thinges prosper which hee doth endeauour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But with th' vngodly it shall not bee soe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as the dust, which as the whirlewindes to and fro<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Uppon the surface of the earth doth driue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They shall a restless life and fruitles liue;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Nor shall they stand vpright when they are tride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor in the assembly of the just abide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in his way God doth the good man cherish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When wicked men in their bad way shall perish.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM II.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why doe the nations thus in furie rise?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why doe the people such vaine plotts deuise?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Monarches</span> stand vp and <span class="smcap">Princes</span> doe conspire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the Lord, and His Annoynted Heire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Let vs in sunder breake their bandes,' say they,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And let vs lightly cast their yokes away.'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Hee that sitts in Heauen shall them deride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And laugh to scorne their follie and their pride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in His wrath He shall reproue them sore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vex them in His anger, more and more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sayinge, 'I sett on <span class="smcap">Sion</span> hill My <span class="smcap">Kinge</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To preache my <span class="smcap">Lawe</span>, and shew this heauenly thinge;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art My <span class="smcap">Sonne</span>, this day I Thee begott,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aske, and I will assigne thee for Thy Lott<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of heritage the Landes and Nations all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Betweene the Sunne's vprisinge & his fall.'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou with an iron rodd shall keepe them vnder,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And breake them like an earthen pott in sunder,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Bee wise, yee <span class="smcap">Monarches</span>, and yee <span class="smcap">Princes</span> then;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be learnèd, yee that judge the sonnes of men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Serue yee the Lord, with humble feare Him serue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rejoyce in Him, yet tremblinge Him obserue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kisse yee the <span class="smcap">Sonne</span>, lest yee Him angrie make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And perish, while His just wayes yee forsake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If His just wrath but once enkinled bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who trust in Him, a blessed man is hee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM III.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord! how my foes in number doe encrease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That rise against mee, to disturbe my peace!<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Many</span> there are which to my soule haue said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His God to him not safety yeilds nor aid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But God is my defence, my <span class="smcap">Succour</span> nigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My glory, and my head Hee lifteth High:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Him with earnest praier appealèd I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from His Holy Hill Hee heard my crie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I layed mee downe and slept, and rose againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For mee the Lord doth euermore sustaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though Thousand of my foes besett mee round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe feare of them my courage shall confound:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rise Lord! and saue mee; Thou hast giuen a stroke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On my foes cheeke, that all his teeth are broke:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Saluation</span> cometh from this Lord of ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who blessings on His people daily powers.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM IV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O God!</span> whose righteousnes by grace is mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A gracious eare vnto my voyce encline:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou that hast set mee free when I was thrall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee mercifull, and heare my prayer withall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vaine, worldly men, how long will yee dispise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's honnour, and His truth, and trust in lies?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God for Himselfe, the good man doth select,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when I crie Hee doth not mee reject.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee angrie, but be angrie without synne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Try your owne hearts in silence, close within.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To God, of godly workes, an offeringe make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then trust in Him that will not His forsake.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that which good is, many seeke and pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'And who shall shew the same to vs'? say they,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! shew to vs thy countenance diuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cause the <span class="smcap">Beames</span> thereof on vs to shyne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall my heart more joyfull bee and glad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then if encrease of corne and wine I had.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To peace therefore lye downe will I and sleepe<a name="FNanchor_183_183" id="FNanchor_183_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For God alone doth mee in safetie keepe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">PSALM V.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lord</span> weigh my words, and take consideration<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my sad thoughts and silent meditation:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My God, my <span class="smcap">Kinge</span>, bowe downe Thine eare to mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I send vp mine humble prayer to Thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Early, before the morne doth bringe the day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will O Lord, look vp to Thee and pray:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Thou with synne art neuer pleasèd well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor any<a name="FNanchor_184_184" id="FNanchor_184_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a> ill may with Thy goodnes dwell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The foole may not before Thy wisdome stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor shall the impious scape Thy wrathfull hand:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wilt destroy all such as vtter lies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blood and deceit are odious in Thine eyes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, trustinge in Thy manie mercies deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will approch Thy house with holy feare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Teach me Thy plaine and righteous way to goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I may neuer fall before my foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose flatteringe tongue is false and heart jmpure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And throat, an open place of <span class="smcap">SEPULTURE</span>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Destroy them, Lord, and frustrate their devices,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cast out those <span class="smcap">Rebells</span> for their manie vices;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all that trust in Thee and loue Thy name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make them rejoyce and rescue them from shame.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wilt thy blessinge to the righteous yeild<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And guard them with Thy grace as with a <span class="smcap">SHEILD</span>.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM VI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To iudge me, Lord, in Thy just wrath forbeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To punish mee in thy displeasure spare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O! I am weake: haue mercie, Lord, therefore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And heale my bruisèd bones which payne mee sore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My <span class="smcap">soule</span> is alsoe trubled and dismayed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, Lord, how long shall I expect Thine aid!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turne Thee, O Lord, my <span class="smcap">soule</span> from death deliuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen for Thy mercie's sake which lasteth euer:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They which are dead remember not Thy name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor doth the silent <span class="smcap">Graue</span> thy praise proclaime;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I faint and melt away with greifes and feares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And euery night my bed doth swymme with teares.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Myne eyes are suncke and weaknèd is my sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My foes haue vexèd mee with such dispight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away from mee, yee sinfull men, away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Lord</span> of <span class="smcap">Heauen</span> doth heare mee when I pray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord hath my petition heard indeed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Receaue my prayer and I shall surely speed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But shame and sorrow on my foes shall light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They shall be turn'd and put to suddaine flight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">PSALM VII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Lord, my God! I put my trust in Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From all my <span class="smcap">Persecutors</span> rescue mee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest my proud foe doth like a lyon rend mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While there is non to succour and defend mee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord God! if I bee guilty found in this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherewith my foes haue chargèd mee amisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I did vse my freind vnfreindly soe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, if I did not helpe my causlesse foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let him preuaile, although my cause bee just,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lay my life and honnour in the dust.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vp, Lord! and stand against my furious foes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy <span class="smcap">judgement</span> against them for mee disclose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall Thy <span class="smcap">People</span> flocke about Thee nigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For their sakes therefore lift Thy selfe on high.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Judge of the world, giue sentence on my parte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Accordinge to the cleannes of my heart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let wickednes be brought vnto an end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And guide the just, that they may not offend.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou God art just, and Thou Searcher art<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of hart and raynes, and euery inward part:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My helpe proceedeth from the Lord of Might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who saueth those which are of hart vpright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A powerfull and a patient <span class="smcap">Judge</span> is Hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though euery day His wrath prouokèd bee:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But, if men will not turne, His sword Hee whets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bends His bowe, and to the stringe Hee setts<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">instruments</span> of death, His arrowes keene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Gainst</span> such as rebells to His will haue beene.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The jmpious man conceaues jniquity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trauailes with mischief, and brings forth a ly:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Righteous</span> to entrapp hee digs a pitt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But hee himselfe first falls and sinks in it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wicked plotts his workinge braine doth cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light with a mischeife on himselfe at last.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My thankes with God's great justice shall accord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and I will highly praise the highest Lord.</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM VIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O God, our Lord!</span> <span class="smcap">how large is the extent</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Thy great name and glorie excellent!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It fills this world, but it doth shyne most bright<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aboue the heauens, in th' vnapproachèd light.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">By suckinge Babes thou dost thy strength disclose</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by their mouth to silence put Thy foes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I see <span class="smcap">Heauen</span> wrought by Thy mighty hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all those glorious lights in order stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! what is man that Thou on him dost looke!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or of the <span class="smcap">Sonne of Man</span> such care hast tooke!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Next <span class="smcap">Angells</span> in degree Thou hast him plac't,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with a crowne of honour hast him grac't:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast him made lord of Thy <span class="smcap">Creatures</span> all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Subjectinge them to his commaund and call;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All birds and aiery fowles are vnder him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fishes all which in the Sea doe swymme.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Lord, our God! how large is the extent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Thy great name and glorie excellent!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM IX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thee will I thanke euer with my hart entire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make the world Thy wondrous workes admire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Thee rejoyce, in Thee trihumph will I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My songs shall praise Thy name, O God, most High!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While my proud foes are put to shamefull flight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fall and perish at Thy dreadfull sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou, righteous <span class="smcap">Judge</span>, dost sitt vpon Thy <span class="smcap">Throne</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dost maintaine my rightfull cause alone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou checkst the <span class="smcap">Heathen</span>; and the wicked race<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou dost destroy, and all their names deface.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O <span class="smcap">Enemy</span>! behould thy finall fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy <span class="smcap">Citties</span> perish and their names withall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But God, our Lord, for euer shall endure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His judgement <span class="smcap">Seate</span>, Hee hath establisht sure,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Where Hee judges the World with equall right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And measures <span class="smcap">Justice</span> vnto euery weight:<a name="FNanchor_185_185" id="FNanchor_185_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He likewise will become a <span class="smcap">Bulwarke</span> strong<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tymely aide to them that suffer wrong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who knowes Thy name in Thee His trust will place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who neuer failest them that seeke Thy face.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, praise the Lord! you that in <span class="smcap">Sion</span> dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His noble Acts among the <span class="smcap">Nations</span> tell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When of oppression Hee enquiry makes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of euery poore man's plaint Hee notice takes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haue mercy, Lord! and take into Thy thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My trubles, which my hatefull foes haue wrought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou from the gates of death my <span class="smcap">Soule</span> dost raise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I in <span class="smcap">Sion's Gates</span> may sing Thy praise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sweet saluation which Thou dost jmpart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall bee the joy and comfort of my heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Infidells</span> make pitts, and sinke therein,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their feet are caught in their owne proper synne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy judgement Lord, Thou hast thereby declar'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When wicked men in their owne workes are snar'd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hell is a place for impious men assign'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And such as doe cast <span class="smcap">God</span> out of their minde;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But poore men shall not bee forgotten euer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor meeke mens' patience, if they doe perseuer.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rise Lord! and let [not]<a name="FNanchor_186_186" id="FNanchor_186_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a> man aboue Thee rise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And judge the Infidel with angrie eyes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strike them with feare, that, though they know not Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet they may know that mortall men they bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM X.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Why standest Thou O Lord! so farr away<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hids't Thy face when trubles mee dismay?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wicked for his lust the poore man spoyles;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! take him in the trap of his owne wiles.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee makes his boaste of his profane desires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Contemninge God, while hee himselfe admires:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee is soe proud, that God hee setts at naught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay rather, God comes neuer in his thought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy judgements Lord, are farr aboue his sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This makes him to esteeme his foes soe light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in his hart to say, I cannot fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor can misfortune light on mee at all:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His mouth is full of execrat[i]ons vile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under his tongue doth sit ungodly guile;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Close in the corners of the waies he lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lurkes, and waits, the simple to surprize:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen as a lyon lurkinge in his den,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To assault and murther innocent poore men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gainst whom his eyes maliciously are sett,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To catch them when they fall into his nett.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Himselfe hee humbles, bowes, and crouchinge stands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till poore men fall into his powerfull hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, in his heart hee sayth 'God hath forgott:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee turnes away his face and sees it not.'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise O Lord! and lift Thy hand on high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The poore forgett not which oppressèd ly:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For why should wicked men blaspheme Thee thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Tush! God is carelesse and regards not us'?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Surely Thou seest the wronge which they haue done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all oppressions underneath the sunne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Thee alone the poore his cause commends<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As th' only freind of him that wanteth freinds.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! breake the power of the malicious minde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take ill away, and Thou not ill shalt finde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord is kinge, and doth for euer raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor miscreants shall within His Land remaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee hearkeneth to the poore, but first prepareth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their hearts to pray; then their petition heareth:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>
<span class="i0">That Hee poore orphans, may both help and saue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That worldly men on them no power may haue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I trust in God: to mee why should you say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Fly like a bird to mountaines farr away'?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their bowes and arrowes wicked men prepare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To peirce the hearts of them that faithfull are:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen him whome God hath made a corner-stone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They haue cast downe; but what hath Hee misdone?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God in His holy temple doth remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heauen of <span class="smcap">Heauens</span>: where Hee doth sitt and raigne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the poore He casteth downe His eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sonnes of <span class="smcap">Men</span> He doth discerne and trie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The just and righteous men Hee doth approue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But hateth synners which their sinnes doe loue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On them He rayneth snares, brimstone and fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is their cup, their wages, and their hire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The righteous <span class="smcap">God</span> loues him whose way is right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on the just His gracious eye doth light.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Helpe Lord! for all the godly men are gon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of the faithfull, fewe there are, or non;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Each man to other doth vaine things jmpart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With lipps deceiptfull, and with double hart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord will soone cutt of the lipps that lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And root out tongues that speake proud words and high.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'With mighty words wee will preuale' say they:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What Lord is Hee that dareth us gainesay?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Now for the trubles and oppressions sore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gronings and the sighings of the poore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will arise' sayth God, 'and quell their foes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That swell with pride; and them in rest repose.'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's words are pure, and chaste, like siluer tride<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which hath with seauen fires bene purified.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wilt preserue them Lord! and guard them still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From this vile race of men which wish them ill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ungodly walke in circles, yet goe free<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When such as feare not God, exalted bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How long O Lord! shall I forgotten bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How long wilt Thou Thy bright Face hide from mee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How long shall I my thoughts tosse to and fro<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bee thus vext by my insultinge foe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Giue ease, O Lord; giue light unto mine eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest death in endlesse sleepe doth mee surprise;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Lest my proud foe vaunt that hee doth preuaile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And laugh at mee when I shall faint or faile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in Thy mercie all my trust is pight<a name="FNanchor_187_187" id="FNanchor_187_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thy saluation is my hearte's delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Thy sweet kindnes therefore sing will I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And highly praise the name of God, Most High.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XIV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">'There is noe God,' the foole sayth in his heart</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet dares not with his tongue his thought impart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All are corrupt and odious in God's sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not one doth good, not one doth well, vpright.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God cast His eyes from Heauen on all mankinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lookt if Hee one righteous man could finde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all were wicked, all from God were gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not one did good, in all the world, not one;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their throat an open graue, their flattering tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lyinge lips, like stinge of wasps haue stung.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With bitter cursing, they their mouthes doe fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their feet are swift the guiltles blood to spill;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Sad, wretched mischeife, in their wayes doth lye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for the wayes of peace they passe them by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe feare of God haue they before their eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor knowledge, while these mischeifes they devise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While they God's people doe with might oppresse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And eat them up like bread with greedines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since on God they neuer vse to call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They fear'd when cause of feare was non at all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to the righteous man and to his race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God present is with His protectinge grace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though fooles doe mocke the counsell of the poore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because in God hee trusted euermore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who shall saluation out of <span class="smcap">Sion</span> giue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Israell</span> but God? Who shall releiue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His people and of <span class="smcap">Captiues</span> make them free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou <span class="smcap">Jacob</span> joyfull, Israell glad shall bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lord! who shall dwell in thy bright tent with Thee</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of Thy rest in heauen pertaker bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen hee that is vpright in all his wayes<a name="FNanchor_188_188" id="FNanchor_188_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And from his hart speakes<a name="FNanchor_189_189" id="FNanchor_189_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a> truth in all hee sayes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who hath forborne to doe his neighbour wrong<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor him deceau'd or slaunderèd with his tong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who of himselfe an humble thought doth beare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But highly valewes them which <span class="smcap">God</span> doe feare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who of his promis doth himselfe acquitt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though losse hee suffer by performinge it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor hath for bitinge vse his monie lent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor tooke reward against the innocent;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who shall obserue these poynts, and doe them all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Assuredly that man can neuer fall.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XVI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mee thy poore seruant Lord! preserue and saue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all my trust in Thee repos'd I haue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! said my soule, Thou art my <span class="smcap">God</span>, to Thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My goods are nothinge when they offered bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But my delight[s] are in those saints of Thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which liue on Earth, and doe in vertue shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they which runn to worshipp idolls vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall multiply their sorrow and their paine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of their blood offerings will I not pertake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor of their names shall my lipps mention make.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The portion of mine heritage and cupp<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is God Himselfe who houlds and keepes<a name="FNanchor_190_190" id="FNanchor_190_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a> mee upp;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In a faire ground to mee my lott did chance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe I possesse a rich Inheritance:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thankes<a name="FNanchor_191_191" id="FNanchor_191_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> bee to God His warninge giues mee light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My raynes with paine doe chasten me by night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I looke to God in my endeauors all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee stands soe neare mee that I cannot fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hath my heart and tongue with joyes possest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now my flesh in hope to rise, shall rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule shall not be buryed in the graue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor shall Thy Holy One corruption haue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shew mee the path of life; for in Thy sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth endles pleasure rest and full delight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XVII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heare my just cause Lord! heare my prayer and crie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which come from lipps not vs'd to faine or lie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord, let my sentence from Thy mouth be giuen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Thou regards't things only just and euen;<a name="FNanchor_192_192" id="FNanchor_192_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In the darke night of my aduersitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou did'st my heart examine, proue and trie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet vpon this triall did'st not finde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart or tongue to any ill enclinde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that their workes against Thy Word are done<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I doe their wayes which tende to ruine, shunn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! in Thy pathes doe Thou my goings guide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest in this slippery life my footstepps slide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy name haue I invok't, Thou shalt mee heare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to my humble words incline Thy eare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Sauiour! of all those that trust in Thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercies full of wonder shew to mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preserue mee as the apple of Thine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under Thy winges in safetie let me lie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saue mee from them which Thy right hand oppose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from my ungodly circumuenting foes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their fatt estates doe them soe fortifie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As they presume to speake proud words and high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all my wayes in wait for mee hee lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cast mee downe hee downewards casts his eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen like a lyon, watching for his prey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or lyon's whelpes which lurke beside the way.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vp Lord! defeat, defeat this foe of mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That wicked man who is a sword of Thyne;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>
<span class="i0">From wordly men vouchsafe my soule to saue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who in their mortall life their portion haue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose bellies with Thy treasure Thou dost fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who children haue, and leaue them wealth at will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I Thy face in righteousnes shall see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with Thy presence shall contented bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XVIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Thou art my strength, O Lord! Thee will I loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thou art my Rocke, which nothing can remoue:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My God, in Whome my trust I will repose,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My Sauiour, sheild and horne, against my foes;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Lord, most praise worthy, pray will I to Thee<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Soe shall I from my foes protected bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When deadly sorrowes did besett mee round,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And floods of wickednes did mee surhound<a name="FNanchor_193_193" id="FNanchor_193_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">When paines of hell I felt in my desease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pangs of death upon my soule did sease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On <span class="smcap">God</span> I callèd in that instant truble,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my complaints unto the Lord did dubble:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when His wrath and vengeance kindled were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Earth did quake, and mountaines shooke for feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And coles grew redd with His inflaminge jre;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Hee bowed the heauens, and did descend withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shadowes darke beneath His feet did fall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee ridinge on the <span class="smcap">Cherubins</span> did fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with the wingèd windes was borne on high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Darkness His clossett, His pauilion wide<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made of blacke clouds, His face a while did hide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But at His presence right away they flew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When haile and coles of fire abroad Hee threw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord from heauen did send His thunder lowd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With fire and haile from out the broken cloud;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shower of arrowes on His foes did fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His thunderboults and lightenings slewe them all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fountaines were dride and the earthe's foundation mou'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When synners, in His wrath, the Lord reprou'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Hee from heauen shall send His angell's downe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And take mee vp when waters would mee drowne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee from my foe, too mightie and too strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall saue mee when Hee doth mee mightie wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preuentinge mee [in] my disastrous day:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But then the Lord was my support and stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I was captiue, Hee did sett mee free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And brought mee forth because Hee fauoured mee.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He shall reward mee as my dayes bee right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hands be cleane<a name="FNanchor_194_194" id="FNanchor_194_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a>: soe shall Hee mee requite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I still kept his pathes, and did not shunn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To walke therein, as other men haue done:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But euer sett<a name="FNanchor_195_195" id="FNanchor_195_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a> His lawes before mine eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And neuer did His holy words dispise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart was vncorrupt before Him still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pursuinge goodnes and eschewinge ill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee shall reward mee as my deeds bee right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hands bee cleane: soe shall He mee requite.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto the good Thou wilt Thy goodnes show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And righteous men Thy righteousnes shall know;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pure of heart shall Thee behold most pure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But froward men Thy curses shall endure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Them will God raise, which under pressures ly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And proud men humble which doe looke soe high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee shall sett up for mee a candle bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My God shall turne my darkness vnto light.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through Thee, an host of men, I conquere shall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with Thy helpe transcend the highest wal;<a name="FNanchor_196_196" id="FNanchor_196_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">God's</span> way is pure, His word is tride with fire;<a name="FNanchor_197_197" id="FNanchor_197_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee heals all them which unto Him retire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For who is God? or who hath strength and power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Except our Lord, our God and only our?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee girdeth mee with furniture to fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And guideth mee, and houldeth mee upright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My feet as swift as <span class="smcap">hart's</span> feet Hee doth make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vp to honnor's tower Hee doth mee take;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee giues such strength unto my fingers weake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As that my arme a bowe of steele shall breake.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hands shall bee my safety and protection,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt aduance mee with Thy sweet correction;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou for my feet shalt make a passage wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe as my steps shall neuer goe aside;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall pursue, and in pursuite outgoe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And neuer turne till I haue quelld my foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I him smite<a name="FNanchor_198_198" id="FNanchor_198_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a> he shall not rise at all,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>
<span class="i0">If once at my victorious feet hee fall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast girded mee with a sword of strength,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherewith I shall subdue my foes at length;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thou shalt turne the stubburne necke about<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of them that hate mee till, I root them out;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then shall they crie (but helpe there shall be non)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen to the Lord, Who shall not heare their mone.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My foes to powder I shall breake and bray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tread them down like mire amid the way.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou my rebellious subjects shalt accord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ouer Heathen Nations make mee Lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A people whome I knowe not shall mee serue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with base adulation mee obserue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These Aliens all, shall faint and bee dismaied<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in their strongest Castles bee afraid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Liue Lord! my strength: and blessed bee therefore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And praisèd bee my Sauiour euermore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who doth repay my foes with vengeance due,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And unto mee my vassals doth subdue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who doth not only saue but sett mee high<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aboue my foes, and there<a name="FNanchor_199_199" id="FNanchor_199_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a> feirce crueltie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For this, both of my thanks and praise to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Heathen Nations witneses shall bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For wealth and power and blessings manie moe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Dauid and his race Thou shalt bestowe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XIX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The workmanship of heauen soe bright and faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy power O Lord, and glorie doth declare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One day Thy praise doth to another preach,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One night another doth in order teach;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where euer any tongue or voyce doth sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all the world their speech is heard around.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In middest of heauen, the hands of God hath pight<a name="FNanchor_200_200" id="FNanchor_200_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the sunne's lodgeinge, a pauilion bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who as a bridegroome from his chamber goes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or <span class="smcap">Giant</span>, marchinge forth against his foes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee issues; and from <span class="smcap">East to West</span> doth runne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His peircinge heat noe liueinge weight<a name="FNanchor_201_201" id="FNanchor_201_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a> can shun.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's lawe is perfect and man's soule renues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And simple mindes with knowledge it endues;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Right are His statutes and rejoyce the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light to the eyes His precepts pure impart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His feare is cleane and soe endures for aye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His judgements true and righteous euery way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More sweet then honie, to bee valewed more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then many heapes of finest goulden oare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They rectifie withall Thy seruants minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And who soe keeps them, great reward shall finde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Lord who knowes how oft hee doth transgresse?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O clense mee from my secret wickednes!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor let presumptuous sinns beare rule in mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall I from the great offence bee free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Lord! my strength and Sauiour! soe direct<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My words and thoughts as Thou maiest them accept.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Lord giue eare to thee in thy distresse!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bee thy Sheilde, when trubles thee oppresse!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let His help come downe from heauen for thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And strength from Syon Hill imparted bee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let Him remember, and accept withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine offerings and thy sacrifices all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of His bountie euermore fulfill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hearts desire; and satisfie thy will.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But wee will glory in our great God's name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And joy in our saluation through the same;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pray unto the Lord our God, that Hee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The effect of all thy prayers will graunt to thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee now I know will heare, and helpe will bringe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With His strong hand to His annoynted <span class="smcap">Kinge</span>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On chariots some, on horses some, rely,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wee inuoke the name of God Most High.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those others are bowed downe and fall full lowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When wee are risen and vpright doe goe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saue us O Lord of Heauen! and heare us thence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When wee inuoke Thy name for our defence.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Glad is the kinge, and joyfull is his hart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Thou O Lord, his strength and safety art;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Thou hast giuen him what his heart desired,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not denied him what his lipps required;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preuentinge him with blessings manifould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And crowninge him with pure refinèd gould.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee askt Thee life, Thou gauest him length of daies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen endlesse life, to giue Thee endlesse praise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His safety, through Thy prouidence deuine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With honour great and glorie makes him shine;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Blisse without end Thou wilt to him jmpart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sunn-beames of Thy face will cheare his hart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in Thy mercy hee doth trust withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which stayes his stepps that hee shall neuer fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Thy long hand shall reach Thy flyinge foe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And finde him when he most secure doth goe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine enimies shall (when kindled is Thine ire)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As in a furnace be consumed with fire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their ofspringe from the Earth shall rotted bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their second generation non shall see:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For against Thee and Thine their councell was,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet could not bringe their wicked plott to passe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But turn'd their backes and put themselues to chase,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Thou hadst bent Thy bowe against their face;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee pleased in Thine owne strength Thyselfe to raise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall wee Lord, Thy power and mercie praise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My God! my God! why leauest Thou mee? and why<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dost Thou soe farr withdraw Thee from my crie?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cry all day, but Thou dost not giue eare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At night I cease not, yet Thou wilt not heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet Thou art holy still, Thou God of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy people's great renowne and glory bright;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>
<span class="i0">When our forefathers plac't their hope in Thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From cruell bondage Thou didst sett them free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Thee they trusted, and to Thee they prayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And neuer faild of Thy celestiall aid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as for mee, a worme not man, am I;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A scorne to euery man that passeth by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They laugh and mocke, my poore estate to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They draw their mouth and shake their heads at mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And say, 'hee hop't in God, that Hee should saue him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now let God rescue him if Hee will haue him.'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Thou Lord from my mother's wombe didst take mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when I suck't her brest, didst not forsake mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen from my birth I was to Thee bequeathèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thou hast bene my God since first I breathèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O leaue mee not when trubles doe mee presse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there is non to helpe mee in distresse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many strong beasts haue mee invironèd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As fatt and feirce as bulls <span class="smcap">in Bashan</span> fedd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They runne on mee with open mouthes and wide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like hungry lyons rampinge in their pride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule, like water on the earth is spilt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My joynts are loosed, my heart like wax doth melt,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>
<span class="i0">My synewes shrunke are, like a potsheard drie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tongue cleaues to my jawes, dead dust am I.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For many doggs haue compast me about,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am besett with a malitious rout;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They peirce My hands and feet, and stare on Mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And euery ribb of My leane bodie see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They spoyle Mee of My <span class="smcap">garments</span>, and beside,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The parts thereof by lotts they doe deuide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! bee not farr, when I Thy help shall need,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art My strength, O succour Mee with speed!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sheild Mee from the sword, and from the power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of doggs, which would My dearest <span class="smcap">Soule</span> deuoure!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from the lyon's mouth, and from the hornes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of many, fearce, insultinge unicornes!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Among My kinn will I declare Thy name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the great Assembly spread the same.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yee that feare Him His praise and glory tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And honnour Him yee seed of <span class="smcap">Israell</span>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee scorneth not the poore, nor hides His face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But heares his suit when hee laments his case.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When all Thy faithfull folke assembled bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sound Thy praise and pay my vowes to Thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord shall fully satisfie the meeke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their soule shall liue which His light face doe seeke;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">East and West</span> shall turne to their right minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the true God's worshipp be inclinde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who doth, of all the world the <span class="smcap">Scepter</span> beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rules and commaunds the nations euery where;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fatt shall eate and worshipp Him therefore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they that lye in dust shall Him adore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen hee which cannot his own life preserue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor quicken his owne soule, the Lord shall serue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their seed, O Lord! shall serue to worshipp Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with Thy chosen people numbred bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to their children's children, shall expresse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine euerlasting truth and righteousnes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Lord my <span class="smcap">Sheaperd</span> is, Hee doth mee feed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His bounty euermore supplies my need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I in pastures greene my fill haue tooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He leads mee forth into the siluer brooke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee turnes my soule, when it is gon astray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For His name's glory, to His right[eous]<a name="FNanchor_202_202" id="FNanchor_202_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a> way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore although my soule detruded were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen to Hell's gates, yet I not ill should feare;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
<span class="i0">When Thou art with mee, what should mee dismay?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy crooke, my comfort is; Thy staffe, my stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My table Thou hast spread and furnisht soe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As glads my heart, and greiues my enuious foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy balme powr'd on my head, doth sweetly smell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou makst my cup aboue the brimme to swell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercy, while I breathe, shall follow mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in Thy house my dwellinge-place shall bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXIV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Earth, and all things which on the Earth remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen all the world, doth to the Lord pertaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amid the Sea, Hee founded hath the Land<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And made this <span class="smcap">Globe</span> aboue the floods to stand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who shall unto <span class="smcap">Jehouah's Mount</span> ascend?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or who shall in His holy place attend?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen hee whose hands are cleane, whose heart is pure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose tongue is true, whose oath is just and sure.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall receaue both righteousnes and blisse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From God, Whose mercy his saluation is.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such are the seed of <span class="smcap">Jacob's</span> faithfull race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which seeke the Lord, and loue to see His face;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye euerlasting <span class="smcap">Gates</span>, your heads upreare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let the King of Glory enter there.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
<span class="i0">That glorious name, to Whome doth it belong?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To God Most Mightie and in warr most stronge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eternall dores, lift [up] your heads, I say<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That there, the King of Glorie enter may.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The King of Glory enters, what is Hee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord of Hosts is knowne that Kinge to bee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mine humble soule O Lord! I lift to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Whome my trust shall euer fixèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O suffer not my cheekes with shame to glowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor make me slaue to my insultinge foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they which hope in Thee incurr noe blame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wilfull synners shall bee clothed with shame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mee, O Lord! vouchsafe Thy wayes to show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thy right pathes, that I therein may goe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Teach mee the way of truth, direct my will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my <span class="smcap">Sauior</span>, I attend Thee still;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Receaue mee Lord, and to remembrance call<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy ould compassions, and Thy mercies all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But of Thy wonted grace to mee, O Lord<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the errours of my youth keep noe record;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord is good, and for His goodnes' sake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee teaches sinners, godly wayes to take;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yet Hee His learninge doth to non impart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to the meeke and to the humble hart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His pathes are grace and truth; that only way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee leads all those which doe His will obey.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Thy name's glorie, I doe Thee intreat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my great sinns, extend Thy mercie great<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To him which feares the Lord, the Lord doth showe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How in his callinge hee may safely goe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His soule shall bee at ease and all his race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall in the Land possesse a blessed place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His couenant and His counselles neare,<a name="FNanchor_203_203" id="FNanchor_203_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">God shewes to them in whome Hee plants His feare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My looke to Him shall euer raisèd bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who from the nett my captiue feet doth free.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haue mercy Lord on mee! and turne Thy face<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see my desolate and wither'd case;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enlargèd is my greife and heauines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Lord, enlarge Thou mee from my distresse!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looke on the wofull <span class="smcap">State</span> that I am in;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Remitt</span> the cause thereof, which is my synne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My foes consider, and their multitude<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which mee with deadly hatred hath pursude;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And keepe my soule<a name="FNanchor_204_204" id="FNanchor_204_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a> from sinne,<a name="FNanchor_205_205" id="FNanchor_205_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a> my face from shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who trust in Thee and call upon Thy name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let truth and righteousnes without deceipt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still wait on mee, because on Thee I wait;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sett Thy faithfull <span class="smcap">Israell</span> at rest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From all the trubles which doe him molest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXVI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bee thou my <span class="smcap">Iudge</span>, <span class="smcap">O Lord</span>! my cause is just;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall not stagger while in Thee I trust.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weigh and examine mee, search all my vaines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bottom of my heart and inward raines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sett Thy goodnes euer in my sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which in Thy truth doth guide my stepps aright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I use not to conuerse with persons vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor with dissemblers fellowship retaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule the assembly of the wicked hates.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor will I sitt among ungodly <span class="smcap">mates</span>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Repentence</span> haueing made my conscience cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then will I Lord, approach Thine <span class="smcap">Alter</span> neare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I may thanke [Thee] both with harte and voyce,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tellinge of Thy wondrous workes rejoyce<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thy temple Lord, I loue exceeding well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein Thy <span class="smcap">Majestie and Glorie</span> dwell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O let not sinfull men my soule enclose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor of my life let sinfull men dispose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose hands are foule, their sinnes them foule doe make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And full of guifts which they coruptly take;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I to leaue a blamelesse life entend:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Lord therein with mercie mee defend.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My foot stands right and therefore all my dayes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all assemblies I the Lord will praise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXVII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">God is my light</span>, <span class="smcap">saluation</span>, strength and aid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of whome and what shall I then bee afraid?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wicked came to haue devour'd mee quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But stumbled in their way, and fell downe-right.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though mighty armies in my wayes were laid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I stand secure, I cannot bee dismaid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One thinge I wish, euen while I liue to dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In God's faire House, where beauty doth excell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His tent, in time of truble, shall mee hide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I shall on His rocke of safety bide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now shall Hee lift my head aboue my foes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which mee with armèd multitudes, enclose;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And now will I His praise in trihumph singe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And joyfull offerings to His temple bringe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let my cries approach Thy gracious eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vouchsafe in mercie my complaints to heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart doth tell that Thou bidst mee still<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy face to seeke: Lord! seek Thy face I will.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then doe not hide from mee Thy face soe bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor in Thy wrath exclude mee from Thy sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou euer wast mine aid, since I was borne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God of my safety leaue me not forlorne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father and my mother both forsooke mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But then the Lord to his tuition tooke mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Teach mee the way that I therein may goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall I neuer fall before my foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor fall into their power which doe me hate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And brought false oathes against mee in the gate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart had fail'd but that my hope to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">God's</span> endlesse blisse in heauen, did comfort mee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then stay God's time, Hee shall thee stay at length,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hee till then shall arme thy heart with strength.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXVIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heare (Lord my strength!) the crie I make to Thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am but dead, if Thou seeme deafe to mee:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Heare, when with humble prayer, I Thee entreat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With lifted hands before Thy mercy seate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But rancke me not with those which wicked are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose lipps speake peace, whose hearts are full of warr;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Accordinge to their actions let them speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as their merrit is, soe make their need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that they see Thy workes, and yet neglect them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shall destroy and neuer more erect them:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord bee praisd Who hath vouchsaft to heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lend unto my prayer a gracious eare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">His sheild</span> protects, His strength doth mee aduance;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tongue shall sing His praise, my heart shall dance;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee to His seruants, force, and vertue, giues;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through Him in safetie His annoynted liues.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saue Thy peculier people, Lord! and blesse them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lift their heads aboue them that oppresse them.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXIX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yee kings, since by <span class="smcap">God's</span> power and grace, yee raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Glory and power ascribe to Him againe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yeild Him the honnour due to His great name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in His glorious <span class="smcap">Courts</span>, His praise proclaime;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His voyce doth cause the Seas, to swell and shake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the heauens the dreadfull thunder make;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Jehouah's</span> voice, effects of power doth breed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is a stronge and glorious voyce indeed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His voyce the cedar doth in sunder teare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Cedars which <span class="smcap">Mount Lebanus</span> doth beare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes <span class="smcap">Lebanus</span>, and <span class="smcap">Hermon</span> hill, to tremble<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And skippinge <span class="smcap">Calues</span> and <span class="smcap">Unicornes</span>, resemble;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth breake the clouds, and flames of fire deuide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The deserts shake, euen <span class="smcap">Cades</span><a name="FNanchor_206_206" id="FNanchor_206_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a> desert wide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes hindes to calue, for feare makes forrests bare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While in His temple wee His praise declare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord vpon the water-floods doth raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord a <span class="smcap">Kinge</span> for euer doth remaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord shall still His people's strength encrease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And giue to them the blessinge of His peace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Highly the Lord I praise Who setts mee high<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aboue my proud insultinge enimie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sicke to the death, I cried to <span class="smcap">God</span> for ease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hee hath cur'd my dangerous disease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee from the graue hath lifted up my head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hath reduc't<a name="FNanchor_207_207" id="FNanchor_207_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a> mee from among the dead.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yee <span class="smcap">saints</span> of His in songs His praise expresse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With thankes<a name="FNanchor_208_208" id="FNanchor_208_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a> make mention of His holines;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For momentarie His displeasure is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When in His fauour there is life and blisse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sad sorrow may continue for a night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But joy returneth with the morninge light.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When my estate did prosper, then said I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall not fall, my seat is fixt on high.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when Thou Lord, didst turne Thy face aside,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then was I trubled, and to Thee I cride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Thee began I then againe to pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in my humble prayer thus did say:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What profit can there by my death arise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When buried in the graue my body lies?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall dust and ashes celebrate Thy name?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or shall the silent <span class="smcap">Toombe</span> Thy truth proclaime?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord, heare my prayer, and then Thy mercie show<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In aidinge mee against my cruell foe!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loe now to dancinge,<a name="FNanchor_209_209" id="FNanchor_209_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a> Thou hast turn'd my sadnes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out<a name="FNanchor_210_210" id="FNanchor_210_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a> of my sackloth girded mee with gladnes.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For this shall euerie good man singe Thy praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I shall thanke and blesse Thee all my dayes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Thee, O Lord! haue I put all my trust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then rescue mee from shame, as Thou art just;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Giue eare, and soone from perill sett mee free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee Thou a Rocke and stronge defence to mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my Rocke and Castle when I stray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee Thou my Guide, and leade mee in the way.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my strength; O cleare mee from that net<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which priuily my foes for mee haue sett!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into Thy hands<a name="FNanchor_211_211" id="FNanchor_211_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a> my soule I doe committ:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lord God</span> of truth Thou hast redeemèd it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hate all those which in vain lies delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all my trust is in the Lord of might.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercies glad my heart: for in my woe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast vouchsaft my [weary] soule to knowe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast not left mee prisoner with my foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But sett me free that I at large may goe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yeild to my trubles mercifull releife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My eares waxe deafe, my heart doth melt with greife.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Few are my yeares, in number to be tould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet sorrow, care, and greife, hath made mee ould;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My strength with prayer and anguish doth decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My joynts growe weake, my bones consume away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am a scorne to all my enimies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But specially my <span class="smcap">Neighbours</span> mee dispise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My very presence did my friends affright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all my ould acquaintance shun my sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am forgott as if I buried lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And viler then a broken pott of clay.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I heard the waylings of the multitude<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And trembled while they did my death conclude;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all my hope hath beene O Lord in Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whome I professe my only Lord to bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tyme is in Thy hand, O doe not leaue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mee in their hands which would my life bereue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O turne to mee the brightnes of Thy face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And saue mee through Thy mercy and Thy grace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make not mee blush which did invoke Thy name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But put my foes to silence and to shame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let the lipps bee dumbe which vtter lyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the righteous in spightfull-wise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O what blessings, dost Thou keepe in store<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For them that feare and loue Thee euermore;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt protect them from the great men's pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in Thy Tent from stormes of tongues them hide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blest bee the Lord Whose mercies manifold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doe keepe mee safer then the strongest hold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I with passion was transported quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I said I was sequester'd from His sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet for all my weaknes, heard was I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When to my <span class="smcap">Maker</span> I did make my crie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue Him yee <span class="smcap">Saints</span> of His who guardeth those<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who trust in Him: and pay'st<a name="FNanchor_212_212" id="FNanchor_212_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a> their proudest foes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yee that rely on Him be strong of hart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hee to you shall heauenly strength jmpart.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Happie indeed and truly blest is hee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose sinnes remitted and faults couerèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whome the Lord doth not jmpute his sinne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose single heart hath not deceipt therein.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I was silent I consum'd away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pyninge greife did waste mee day by day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hand on mee was heauy still, whereby<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My moisture grewe like draught in Summer drie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>
<span class="i0">My sinne I will acknowledge Lord to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My secret faults shall not concealèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I said, I will my synnes to God confesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And God forthwith forgaue my wickednesse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If good men seeke Him when Hee may be found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The world's high waues shall neuer them surround;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hid'st mee close and sauest mee from annoy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dost enuirone mee with songs of joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Thou hast sett mee in Thyne owne right way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine eye doth guide mee that I doe not stray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then must I not be brute, as horse and mule,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which men with bitt and bridle only rule.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With many whipps, God doth the wicked chase<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But doth with mercies faithfull men embrace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee glad, rejoyce, and glory in the Lord<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All yee whose hearts doth with His will accord.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rejoyce yee righteous in the Lord, and singe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To giue God thankes, it is a comely thinge:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singe prayses unto Him and sett your songs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To harpe and lute, that speaketh with ten tongues;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singe to the Lord a new composèd songe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With chearefull heart and with affection stronge;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For His most holy Word is euer true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all His workes His constancie doe shew.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee loueth right and justice euermore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with His blessinge Hee the earth doth store;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For by His word the heauens created were;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His breath made euery <span class="smcap">Starr</span> and euery sp'ere;<a name="FNanchor_213_213" id="FNanchor_213_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Seas, as in a <span class="smcap">Storehouse</span> Hee doth keepe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And heapes them up as treasures in the deepe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The earth before the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> shall quake for feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all that dwell on His round <span class="smcap">Center</span> here:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee spake, and they were made; at His commaund<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heauens began to moue, the earth to stand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Counsells</span> of princes and of <span class="smcap">Nations</span> great,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And peoples' plotts, His wisdome doth defeat;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But <span class="smcap">God's</span> owne counsell, purpose and decree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eternall stand, and cannot frustrate bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That <span class="smcap">Nation</span> hath true happines and blisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose <span class="smcap">God</span> and <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, the <span class="smcap">Lord Jehouah</span> is;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Downe from the highest heauen the Lord did looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of all men a full suruey Hee tooke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From Heauen aboue the Lord did cast His eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all mens wayes and wanderings did espie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Hee formèd all their hearts, and understands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their thoughts, their words, and workes of all their hands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The greatest armies cannot saue a <span class="smcap">Kinge</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor strength unto a stronge man safety bringe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His trust is vaine who trusteth in his horse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And seekes deliuerance by soe small a force;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With gracious eye the Lord behoulds the just,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which Him doe feare and in His mercie trust:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In tyme of dearth their hungrie soules to feed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from deathe's jawes to rescue them with speed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our soules with patience for the Lord haue staid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who is our only sheild, support and aid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our hearts shall Him as our true joy embrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For wee our only trust in Him doe place.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercie Lord to us exceeded bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">According to the hope wee haue in Thee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXIV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord euermore will I giue thankes to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in my mouth Thy praise shall euer bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule shall boast that shee Thy seruant is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The humble shall be glad to heare of this;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come then, O come, and let vs praise the Lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And magnifie His name with sweet accord.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I sought the Lord by prayer which He did heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And saued mee from that ill my soule did feare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looke towards God, thou shalt enlightenèd bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And no foule shame shall euer light on thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The poor man's crie, the Lord doth quickly heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And doth for all his trubles quitt him cleare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such as feare God His Angell guards them all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From euery mischeife that may them befall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O taste the Lord, and see how sweet Hee is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The man that trusts in Him liues still in bliss.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O feare the Lord, yee that are <span class="smcap">saints</span> of His,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who feare the Lord noe needfull thinge shall misse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rich become poore, and lyons hungrie bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But such as feare the Lord noe want shall see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come then yee children, listen and giue eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I will teach you this religious feare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What man art thou that longest long to liue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wouldst that <span class="smcap">God</span> to thee good dayes should giue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Refraine thy tongue from speaking ill the while,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from thy lipps let there proceed noe guile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doe that is good, decline from that is ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeke peace with God and men, and hould it still.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon good men God casts a gentle eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bends a gentle eare unto their crye.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But to the wicked shewes an angrie browe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till they bee quite exterpèd, root and bow;<a name="FNanchor_214_214" id="FNanchor_214_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when the righteous cry, the Lord doth heare them<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from all trubles absolutely cleare them;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's present helpe the Lord['s own folk] doth finde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And such Hee saues as are of humble minde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The righteous into many trubles fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But God's sweet mercy brings them out of all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their very bones so keepe and count doth Hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As not one broken nor one lost, shall bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But some foule death shall on the wicked light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they which hate the just, shall perish quite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But of his seruants, <span class="smcap">God</span> the <span class="smcap">Sauiour</span> is;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They trust in Him, their hope they cannot misse.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Plead Thou my cause, O Lord my Advocate!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against all those with whome I haue debate;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fight against them that doe against mee fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take up Thy shield, and helpe mee with Thy might;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lift up Thy launce, stopp them which mee pursue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say to my soule, I am Thy <span class="smcap">Sauiour</span> true;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Let shame on them which seeke my ruin light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with confusion turne them all to flight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let them bee like the dust before the winde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With God's feirce angell followinge them behinde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set them in slipperie wayes, and darke withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let God's Angell smite them as they fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they have spred a nett and dig'd a pitt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen without cause to catch my soule in it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in that pitt let them fall vnawares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bee entangled in their proper snares;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thou my soule, whom God<a name="FNanchor_215_215" id="FNanchor_215_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a> thus guides from ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rejoyce in Him, and His saluation still;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My bones shall say, Lord who is like to Thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who poore weake men from their strong foe dost free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">False witnesses arose with oathes untrue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And chargèd mee with things I neuer knew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They to my greife did ill for good requite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And recompenc't my kindnes with dispight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet in their sicknes I did sackcloth weare,<a name="FNanchor_216_216" id="FNanchor_216_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fast and pray with many a secret teare;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I could not more for friend or brother mourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or if my mother to her graue were borne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in my woe they made great mirth and glee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The very abjects mockt and mowde<a name="FNanchor_217_217" id="FNanchor_217_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a> at mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Base flatterers and jesters came withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">[And] gnasht their teeth to show their bitter gall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How long shall this bee Lord? my soule withdraw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From these men's wrongs, and from the lyon's jaw:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe in Thy <span class="smcap">Church</span> shall I my thankes proclaime,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in our Great Assembly praise Thy name;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not my foes trihumph<a name="FNanchor_218_218" id="FNanchor_218_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> on mee againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor with their mockinge eyes shew their disdaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They meet and parte, but peace they doe not seeke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to supplant the peaceable and meeke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They gape and drawe their mouthes in scornefull wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cry, fie, fie, wee sawe it with our eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Thou their deed (O Lord!) dost alsoe see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then bee not silent soe, nor farr from mee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Awake, stand up O <span class="smcap">God</span> and <span class="smcap">Lord of Might</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Auenge my quarrell, judge my cause aright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Thy <span class="smcap">doome</span> rather lett mee fall or stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then subject bee to their insultinge hand;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Then they should say, soe, soe, these things goe right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We haue our will, and haue deuour'd him quite.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shame bee to them that joy in my mischance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And which to cast mee downe themselues aduance;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let them bee glad that my wellwishers bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And blesse the Lord that hath soe blessèd mee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As for my tongue it shall sett forth Thy praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And celebrate Thy justice all my dayes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXVI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wicked man's bould sinnes my heart doe tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe feare of God before his eyes doth dwell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet flattereth hee himselfe in his owne sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill his hatefull deeds bee brought to light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His words are lies, and most deceiptfull too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He leaues of[f] quite all honest deeds to doe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee on his bed doth nought but mischeife muse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee shunns noe ill and noe good way doth choose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercie Lord doth to the heauens extend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy faithfullnes doth to the <span class="smcap">Cloudes</span> assend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy justice stedfast as a <span class="smcap">mountaine</span> is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy <span class="smcap">judgements</span> deepe as is the great Abisse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy noble mercirs saue all liueinge thinges,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sonnes of men creepe underneath <i>Thy</i> winges:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With Thy great plenty they are fedd at will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of Thy pleasure's streame they drinke their fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For euen the well of life remaines with Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in Thy glorious light wee light shall see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To them that know Thee, Lord, bee loveinge still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And just to them whose heart intends noe ill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not the foot of pride tread on my Crowne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor the hand of the vngodly cast mee downe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">False are the wicked in their slippery wayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And haue no power againe themselues to raise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXVII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If ill men prosper doe not Thou repine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor enuy them though they<a name="FNanchor_219_219" id="FNanchor_219_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a> in glory shyne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For as the grasse they shall be mowen away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as greene hearbes shall turne to withered hay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust thou in God and still bee doinge good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou shalt neuer want noe house nor food;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Delight in Him, Hee shall to thee jmparte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The full desires and wishes of Thy heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Him rely, to Him thy way commend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hee shall bringe it to a blessed end;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine vpright light shall shine like the morninge light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thy just dealinge like the <span class="smcap">noone</span>-day bright;<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Bee still and frett not, but God's leasure stay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though wicked men doe prosper in their way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suppresse Thine anger, let offences die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest thou be mouèd to offend thereby;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Expect a while, obserue what will befall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th' ungodly shall bee gon, their place and all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord shall root out sinners out of hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When good men and their heires shall hould their Land.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meeke persons shall enjoy the earthe's encrease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shall abound in plentie and in peace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the just the wicked haue combin'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in dispight their teeth at them they grinde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But God with scorne behoulds them from the skie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that Hee sees their day of ruin nigh;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The vngodly drawes his sword and bends his bowe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To slay the just, the weake to ouerthrowe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But his bent bowe shall breake and make him start,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And his owne sword shall peirce his wicked heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That little which the just enioyes with peace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Tis better then th' ungodlie's great encrease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For th' armes of jmpious men the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> will breake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And giue the righteous strength when they are weake;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The just man's dayes the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> doth know and see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That his inheritance shall endlessse bee;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The tymes of danger shall not him confound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the dayes of dearth, hee shall abound;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy foes O Lord, shall perish and consume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like fatt of lambes, and vanish into fume;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th' ungodly want and borrow, but repay not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The good men frankly giue, [and] yet decay not;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their seat is firme whom God hath best belou'd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But such as Hee doth<a name="FNanchor_220_220" id="FNanchor_220_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a> curse shall bee remou'd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The good man's goings soe directeth Hee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As it most pleasinge to Himselfe may bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oft falls the just, yet is not cast away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For God's owne hand is his support and stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I am ould, the just man or his seed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I neuer sawe forsaken or in need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee doth giue daily almes, and frankly lend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makes his offspringe blessèd in the end;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shun to doe ill, bee euer doinge well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And euermore thou shalt in safety dwell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Lord</span> who loueth right, forsaketh neuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those that are His, but keepeth them for euer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His children Hee correcteth now and then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But roots out quite the race of wicked men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As long as <span class="smcap">Heauen</span> shall moue and Earth shall stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The righteous men inherit shall the Land;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The just man's mouth is wisedome's flowinge well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His tongue, of truth and judgement loues to tell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in his heart the lawe of God doth bide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makes him walke vpright and neuer slide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wicked sees the just with enuious eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lies in waite to wound him mortally;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But God will neuer leaue him to his hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor him condemne when hee in judgement stands:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then wait thou on the Lord, and keepe His way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee shall thy patience with promotion pay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy dwellinge in the Land shall stablisht bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou the fall shalt of the wicked see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The vngodly in great power myselfe haue seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe that he flourisht like a bay-tree greene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But soone's<a name="FNanchor_221_221" id="FNanchor_221_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a> I passèd by, and gon was hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His place I sought, but noe where could it see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keepe a cleare conscience, right and truth intend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that brings peace and comfort in the end;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When sinners shall at once together fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the end shall be extèrpèd all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But good mens' safety doth from God proceed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who is their strength in truble, helpe at need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the wicked Hee assists the just,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And recues them, because in Him they trust.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXVIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If for my sinnes Thine anger kindled bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! let not then Thy justice chastise mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine arrowes fixèd in my fleshe doe stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I feele the pressure of Thy heauie hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue noe health Thine anger is soe much,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My bones noe rest; my greiuous synne is such,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My wickednes doth mount aboue my head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fallinge presse mee like a load of lead;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My ulcers are corrupted and doe smell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Caus'd by my folly, which I blush to tell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am with greife soe broken and soe torne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I all day in heart and habit mourne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My loynes are fillèd with a sore desease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe parte of all my bodie feeleth ease;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am soe faint, soe feeble, and soe sore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As paine and anguish make mee crie and roare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou Lord! the longings of my heart dost see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sighes and groanings are not hidd from Thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart doth pant, my sinewes faile mee quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My weepinge eyes haue lost their power of sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meane while, my freinds and neighbours they looke on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My nearest kinsmen farthest of[f] are gon:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they which seeke my life haue layed their snares<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sett their trapps, to catch mee vnawares.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
<span class="i0">They that to doe mee mischeife lye in wait,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doe plott and practise nothinge but deceit;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as for mee in silent patience<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I seemèd deafe and dumbe and voyde of sence;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As one whose eare admitts not any sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in whose mouth there<a name="FNanchor_222_222" id="FNanchor_222_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a> is noe answeare found.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For on the Lord I euermore rely,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I stand mute, Thou shalt for mee replie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My suite is that my foes may not preuaile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who greatly joy to see my footinge faile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in a place of stumblinge sett am I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sad estate is still before mine eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I with sorrow will confesse my synne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And grieue that I offend my God therein;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet my foes do liue and grow in might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They grow in numbers which do beare me spight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They which doe ill for good, doe hate mee too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because I loue good turnes for ill to doe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord leaue mee not nor from mee farr depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saue mee with speede: for Thou my safety art.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XXXIX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I said I will bee wary in my way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest I offend in that my tongue should say,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I will my mouth as with a bridle hould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While wicked men with enuy mee behould:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I dumb did stand and from all speech refraine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen from good words, which was to mee a paine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart was hott: while I such doubts did cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fire brake out, and thus I spake at last:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Lord of my life reueale to mee the end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The period showe, to which my dayes doe tend'!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My life is but the measure of a spann,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nought as to Thee, so vaine a thinge is man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who dreaminge walks, and toyles for wealth in vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And doth not know to whome it shall remaine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But what doe I expect? what is my hope!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my desires Thou art the only scope.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! from my synnes Thine indignation turne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make mee not to wicked fooles a scorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Thou didst strike I silent was and dum[b]<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because I knewe the blowe from Thee did come.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Remoue Thy hand, withdrawe Thy plague from me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherewith my vitall spirrits consumèd bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy plagues for sinne doth like a moth consume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Man's beauty vaine, which is nought else but fume.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord! heare my prayer, and listen to my cries,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not Thy gracious eye my teares dispise:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For I am but Thy guest, and sojourne heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On earth a pilgrim as my fathers were;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O spare a little, and my strength restore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before I goe from hence to come noe more.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XL.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long on the Lord, I waited patiently,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till He enclin'd His eare, and heard my cry:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drew mee from out the pitt of mire and clay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did sett mee on firme ground and guide my way:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Put in my mouth a new and joyfull song<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of thankes<a name="FNanchor_223_223" id="FNanchor_223_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a> and praise, that to Himselfe belong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of His great mercie, many shall haue sense,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And of the Lord haue feare and confidence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blest is the man who hath on God relide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not turninge vnto lies or worldly pride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Lord! Thy works of wonder, they are such<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy care and loue to vsward is soe much,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They are soe great, they are soe numberlesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if I would, I could not them expresse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sacrifice of meates Thou would'st not take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Thou mine eare didst peirce and open make.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thou didst not aske burnt-offerings at my hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then <span class="smcap">Lord</span> said I 'I come at Thy commaund;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy Booke eternall, doth of mee record,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I should come to doe Thy will O Lord!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To doe Thy will, my heart is pleasèd well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in my heart Thy lawe doth euer dwell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy truth I haue to all Thy people tould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therein Thou knowest my tongue I cannot hould:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy justice in my heart is not conceal'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercy to the world I haue reueal'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I haue not spar'd to make Thy bounty knowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in the Great Assembly haue it showne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take not Thy wonted mercy Lord, from mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But let Thy goodnes still my safety bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My trubles numberlesse such hould haue tooke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On my weake soule, as vp I cannot looke:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sinnes beinge more then<a name="FNanchor_224_224" id="FNanchor_224_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a> haires upon my head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make my heart faint and vitall spirrits dead:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But bee it Lord, Thy pleasure and Thy will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With speed to saue and rescue mee from ill:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bringe them to shame that would my life destroy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reproue them Lord, that wish my soule's annoy:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let them bee left to scorne and pride, which blame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which scorninge say to me, fie, fie, for shame.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But let all those that seeke their blisse, in Thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rejoyce and say, the Lord's name praisèd bee'.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For mee who am contemtible and poore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord takes care, and feeds mee euermore:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou Lord art my protection, and my aid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not Thy gracious helpe bee long delay'd.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That man is blest who doth the poore regard;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In tymes of truble God shall him reward,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prolong his life, and blesse him in the Land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And free him from his foes' oppressing hand:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall comfort him, when sicke and weake hee lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make his bedd till hee in health doe rise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My synne hath giuen my soule a greiuous wound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Apply Thy mercy Lord, and make it sound;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus speakes my foe of mee to show his spight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'When shall his life and honnour perish quite'?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee vissitts mee, but with false heart and tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thereof vaunts, his complices amonge:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen all my foes against mee doe conspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with one minde my ruin doe desire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Let him,' say they of mee, 'in judgement fall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when hee once is downe not rise at all.'<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The freind I trusted, which did eat my bread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath lifted vp his heele against my head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy mercie's winges on mee O Lord display;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raise mee againe, and I shall them repay.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this I doe Thy gracious fauour see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that my foe doth not trihumph on mee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou in my health uphouldst mee with Thy hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in Thy presence I shall euer stand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The name of <span class="smcap">Jacob's God</span> bee blessèd then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From age to age for euermore: Amen.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As for the streames the hunted hart doth bray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe for God's grace my heart doth pant and pray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule doth thirst (O God of life!) for Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When shall I come Thy blessed<a name="FNanchor_225_225" id="FNanchor_225_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> face to see?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My teares are all my food both night and day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While 'where is now thy God?' the wicked say.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I powrèd out my hart, while thus I thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to God's House the multitude I brought:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With songs of praise and thankfullnes withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To celebrate the Lord's great festiuall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then why art thou my soule soe full of woe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vnquiet in thyselfe and vexèd soe?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
<span class="i0">O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his sweet helpe His presence yields to Thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soule is greiu'd remembringe all the ill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I felt in <span class="smcap">Jordan's</span> vale and <span class="smcap">Hermon</span> hill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One depth of sorrow doth to another call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy waves O God haue ouergon mee all:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I prais'd at night God's bounty of the day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vnto Him that giues mee life did pray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God of my strength, why hast Thou left mee soe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With heauy hart oppressèd by my foe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My foe doth cut my bones as with a sword,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While hee in scorne repeats this bitter word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where is thy God?' his speech to mee is such:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Where is thy God, of which thou talk'st soe much?'<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But why art thou my soule dejected soe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust thou in God, and giue Him thankfull praise<a name="FNanchor_226_226" id="FNanchor_226_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who is Thy present helpe in all thy wayes.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Judge thou my<a name="FNanchor_227_227" id="FNanchor_227_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a> cause, [O God!] and right mee then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against vngodly and deceiptfull men.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
<span class="i0">O God, my strength, why sett'st Thou mee aside<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leau'st mee to my foes' oppressinge pride?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send forth Thy light and truth and guide mee still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the right way to Thy most holy hill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God of my<a name="FNanchor_228_228" id="FNanchor_228_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a> joy, before Thine Alter high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My thankfull harte, my harpe shall justifie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then why art thou my soule dejected soe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that sweete aide His presence giues to thee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLIV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord! of Thy workes, our fathers haue vs tould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some in their dayes, and former times of ould;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How Thou hast rooted out the <span class="smcap">Pagan</span> race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thy choice people planted in their place:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who did not with their owne sword winne the Land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor make the conquest with their proper hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But by Thine Arme, Thy fauour and Thy grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy countenance and brightnesse of Thy face;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my <span class="smcap">Kinge</span>, O God, and royal Guide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thou for <span class="smcap">Jacob's</span> safety dost prouide.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Wee through Thine aid our foes doe bouldly meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by Thy vertue<a name="FNanchor_229_229" id="FNanchor_229_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a> cast them at our feet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore my trust I place not in my bowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor in my sword, to saue mee from my foe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou only sau'st vs from our enimies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Confoundinge them that doe against vs rise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wee boast and glory in our strength therefore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to Thy name singe praises euermore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now Thou standest of[f] and leau'st vs quite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dost not lead our armies out to fight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou mak'st vs fly before our foes with feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While they from vs rich spoyles away doe beare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like sheepe, to feed them Thy poore flock is giuen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or scatterèd into seuerall <span class="smcap">Nations</span> driuen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thyne owne deare people Thou dost sell for naught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And setts on them noe price when they are bought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast vs made vnto our <span class="smcap">Neighbours</span> all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An object of reproch and scorne withall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To <span class="smcap">Nations</span> which doe worship Idolls dumbe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wee are<a name="FNanchor_230_230" id="FNanchor_230_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a> a byword of contempt become;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All the day long my shame is in my sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makes me hide my face and shun the light,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Not able to endure the blasphemies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And scornes of my reuengefull enimies.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all these ills wee doe not Thee forgett,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy blessed <span class="smcap">Couenant</span> wee renounce not yet.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our hearts recede not from the <span class="smcap">Lawe</span> deuine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor doe our footsteps from Thy pathes declyne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though wee in dennes of dragons haue bene plac't,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with death's fearefull shadowes<a name="FNanchor_231_231" id="FNanchor_231_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a> ouercast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If wee the name of our true <span class="smcap">God</span> forgett,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Idolls false wee in His place doe sett,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall not Hee search [it] out, Whose eye doth see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heart of man whose thoughts most trubled bee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for Thy cause <span class="smcap">Lord</span> wee are martir'd still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like sheep which <span class="smcap">slaughter-men</span> cull out to kill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up Lord! why dost Thou seeme to slumber thus?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Awake and bee not alwayes farr from vs:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why hidest Thou from vs Thy blessed face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgettinge our distresse and wretched case?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our soules euen to the dust are humbled lowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our prostrate bodies to the ground doe growe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise and helpe vs Lord! defend vs still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And saue vs for Thy mercie's sake from ill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">PSALM XLV.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My heart is mou'd to vtter some good thinge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I entend to offer to the kinge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tougue shall bee the pen, and swiftly write<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What in my heart deuotion doth endite.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fairest of men, whose lipps with grace abound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom with eternall blessings God hath crown'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gird Thy sharp sword vpon Thine armèd thigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shew Thyselfe in power and <span class="smcap">majestie</span>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ride on with Thy great honnour prosperously,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raigne and trihumph, and bee Thou mounted high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Borne vp with justice, truth and meeknes' wings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thy right hand shall teach Thee dreadfull things;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine arrowes sharpe, shall make Thy foes to fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which Thou shalt shoote and peirce their hearts withall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eternall is Thy judgement-seat O God!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy scepter is a true directinge rod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Right hast Thou lou'd and loth'st vnrighteousnes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore <span class="smcap">God</span> Thy <span class="smcap">God</span> Who doth Thee blesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath powr'd on Thee O <span class="smcap">Prince of Princes</span> best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More oyle of gladnes then on all the rest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy garments, which Thy person shall aray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brought out of Iuory wardrobes where they lay,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of <span class="smcap">Myrrh</span>, of <span class="smcap">Alloes</span>, and of <span class="smcap">Casha</span> smell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which odours doe refresh and please Thee well.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The queene, all cladd in gould at Thy right hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Daughters of Kings attendinge her, shall stand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Attend faire daughter, listen and giue eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgett thy father's house and Cuntry deare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe shall the Kinge take pleasure in thy beautie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee is thy Lord, yield Him both loue and duty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">Tyrian</span> virgins shall bringe guifts to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <span class="smcap">merchants</span> rich, thy suppliants shall bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The daughter of the Kinge is rich without,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her gownes embroidered all with gould about;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet within, shee is more glorious farr,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The jewells of her minde more precious are.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In finest dressinge, with the needle wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shee with her fellow virgins shall bee brought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They shall with joy, O Kinge bee brought to Thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in Thy princely <span class="smcap">Courte</span> receauvèd bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou in thy father's stead, O Bride shall gaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sonnes, which in sundry <span class="smcap">Prouinces</span> shall raigne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thee Lord, will I remember, all my dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the world shall giue Thee endlesse praise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLVI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">God</span> is our hope and strength, which neuer failes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our present helpe, when mischeife vs assailes.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Though the earth remouèd, and the mountaines were<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amid the Ocean cast, wee would not feare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though raginge seas a dreadfull noise doe make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou[gh] floodes and tempestes [roaring,] hills doe shake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is a streame, which though it bee not great,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes glad God's <span class="smcap">Cittie</span>, and His holy seate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God in her <span class="smcap">Center</span> dwells, and makes His place<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unmoueable, by His preuentinge grace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They were<a name="FNanchor_232_232" id="FNanchor_232_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a> enrag'd which heathen kingdomes sway,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when God spake, the Earth did melt away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Jacob's God</span> to vs becomes a Tower.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, and behould what workes the Lord hath wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hee, His foes hath to destruction brought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all the world Hee warr to peace doth turne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bowe and speare doe breake and chariotts burne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bee quiet then and still, and know that I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am Lord of the world and God Most High:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <span class="smcap">Jacob's God</span> to vs becomes a Tower.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLVII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Clap hands yee people, with applause rejoyce,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singe to the Lord with loud and chearfull voyce;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
<span class="i0">His throne is high, His judgement breedeth feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On all the earth Hee doth the <span class="smcap">Scepter</span> beare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee makes much people our commaund obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many <span class="smcap">Nations</span> at our feet doth lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hath for vs an heritage in store,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen <span class="smcap">Jacob's</span> portion whom Hee lou'd before.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In glorious trihumph <span class="smcap">God</span> is mounted high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord with trumpet's sound ascends the <span class="smcap">skie</span>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singe, singe, vnto our God, vnto our Kinge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All praises due, euen all due praises singe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All <span class="smcap">Kingdomes</span> of the earth to Him belonge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singe wisely then, and vnderstand your song.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all the heathen Hee doth raigne alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sitts in judgment in His holy throne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And heathen princes which were seuerd farr,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Abraham's faithfull seed now joinèd are.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And God, Whose highnes doth the heauens transcend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As with a buckler doth the earth defend.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XLVIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Great is the Lord and highly to bee praised,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In God's owne <span class="smcap">Cittie</span>, <span class="smcap">Syon</span> hill is rays'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The beautie and the joy of all the Land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The great king's <span class="smcap">Cittie</span> on the <span class="smcap">North</span> doth stand;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In his faire <span class="smcap">Pallaces</span> God's name is knowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where Hee doth cherish and protect His owne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though manie kings against her gathred bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They stand astonisht her great strength to see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As when a woman doth in trauell fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A suddaine feare and tremblinge takes them all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And God shall breake them though they bee combin'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As shipps are broken with an <span class="smcap">Easterne</span> winde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What wee haue heard, wee see Thou dost fullfill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou <span class="smcap">God of Hosts</span> vphoulds't Thy <span class="smcap">Cittie</span> still:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amidst Thy Temple Lord, wee doe attend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till Thou to vs Thy grace and fauour send.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great is Thy name, O God, Thy praise noe lesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Thy right hand is full of righteousnes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rejoyce O Sion, and your joyes renew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Daughters of <span class="smcap">Judah</span>,<a name="FNanchor_233_233" id="FNanchor_233_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a> for His judgements true.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About the walls of Sion walke yee round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell the towers wherewith that forte is crownd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Obserue her bulwarks and her turrets high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell the same to your posterity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This euer liuinge God our God is Hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shall our Guide while we haue liuinge, bee.<a name="FNanchor_234_234" id="FNanchor_234_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p>
<p class="center">PSALM XLIX.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Heare this yee people, all yee people heare;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Listen to<a name="FNanchor_235_235" id="FNanchor_235_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a> mee and giue attentiue eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">All yee that in the world residinge bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Both rich and poore, of high and low degree:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My mouth shall vtter, and my heart deuise,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Matters of greatest skill, profound and wise.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Mine eares to parables will I encline,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And singe vnto my harpe, of things deuine.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then why should I in ill times fearfull bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When mischeife at my heeles doth follow mee.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Howbeit, some doe in their riches trust,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And glory in their wealth, which is but dust;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet non from death his brother's life can stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor vnto <span class="smcap">God</span> for Him a ransome pay.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For it cost more the soule of man to saue,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then all the wealth is worth, which worldlyngs haue.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor may men hope to liue on earth for euer,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Though long they last, ere soule and body seuer.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That fooles and wise men die alike they finde,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And vnto strangers leaue their wealth behinde.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Their houses yet they thinke shall euer stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They giue their proper names vnto their land;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
<span class="i4">Yet noe man can in honnour euer bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But as the brute beast dies, euen so does hee.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">This is their follie, this their stumblinge wayes;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And yet the children doe their fathers praise.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They<a name="FNanchor_236_236" id="FNanchor_236_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a> are shut vp in graues as sheepe in folde,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And hungry Death feeds on their bodies cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The just shall rule them when the sunne doth rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With them their pride and beauty buried lies;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But God shall from Deathe's power my soule deliuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When Hee shall take it to Himselfe for euer.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then let not feare and enuy thee surprize,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When thou seest men in wealth and honnour rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For to their graues they naught away shall beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor shall their glory waite vpon them there;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet they themselues thought happie all their dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For him who helps himselfe others will praise:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As his forefathers all are gon before,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Soe shall hee die and see the light noe more.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Soe man on honnour little doth foresee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But as brute beasts doe perish, soe dies hee.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM L.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Lord, the God of Gods, the world doth call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen from the sunn's vprisinge to his fall;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
<span class="i0">From out of <span class="smcap">Sion</span> doth the Lord appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shewes the brightnes of His beauty cleare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In trihumph, not in silence come shall Hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His vsher fire, His guard a storme shall bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee by His summons heauen and earth will call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Hee [may]<a name="FNanchor_237_237" id="FNanchor_237_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a> judge at once his creatures all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Mee, saith Hee, let all My saints repaire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which worshipp Mee with sacrifice and prayer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God's justice shall from heauen declarèd bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Who is judge of all the world but Hee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Harke <span class="smcap">Israell</span>! I am Thy God, giue eare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will against thee speake and witnes beare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not for the dailie taske of sacrifice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or that burnt-offerings shine not in Mine eyes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I want them not, nor will I take at all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Goat from thy fould or bullocke from thy stall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All beasts are Mine within the forrest wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cattle on a thousand hills beside;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I knowe all fowles which in the aire doe fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And see all beasts which in the feild doe lye.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I were hungrie would I begg of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When all things in the world belong to Mee?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Art thou O man, soe simple as to thinke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That bulls' flesh is My meat, goats' blood My drinke?<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="center">PSALM LXVII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shew us Thy mercy, Lord, and grace diuine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turne Thy bright face that it on vs may shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That all the men on Earth enlight'ned so<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Theire owne saluation and Thy wayes may know.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let all tongues and nations doe the same;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let all mortall men rejoyce in this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That God['s] their judge, and iust His iudgment, is.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
<span class="i0">O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let all tongues and nations doe the same:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then shall the Earth<a name="FNanchor_239_239" id="FNanchor_239_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a> bringe forth a rich encrease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And God shall blesse vs with a fruitfull peace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Euen God shall bless vs and<a name="FNanchor_240_240" id="FNanchor_240_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a> His holy feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Possesse the harts of all men euery where.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XCI.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">1 Who vnder the Most High Himselfe doth hide,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In most assurèd safety shall abide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">2 Thou art, O Lord, my hope and my defence,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My God, in Thee is all my confidence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">3 Hee shall preserue thee from the hunter's snare,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And from the pestilent contagious aier.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
<span class="i0">4 His winges shall both protect and cherish thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">His faithfull promise shall thy buckler bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">5 Noe terror of the night shall thee dismay,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor Satan's arrow flyinge in the day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">6 Nor mortall plague, which in the darke annoyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor that ill angell which at none<a name="FNanchor_241_241" id="FNanchor_241_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a> destroyes.<a name="FNanchor_242_242" id="FNanchor_242_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">7 Thousands, ten thousands shall about thee fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet noe such ill shall thee approach at all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">8 Yea with thine eyes thou shalt behould and see,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The iust reward of such as impious bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">9 Thou art my hope, I will on Thee rely,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thy tower of safety, Lord, is sett soe high.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">10 Noe mischeefe, noe mischance shall thee betide<br /></span>
<span class="i4">No plague come near the place where Thou shalt bide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">11 The Lord His angells will Thy keepers make,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In all Thy righteous wayes which thou shalte take;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">12 They in their hands shall thee sustaine and stay<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That Thou shalt neuer stumble in thy way.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">13 Uppon the basilisk and adder's head,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dragon and lyon thou shalt safely tread.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">14 Thy loue to Mee shall saue thee from mischance,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thy knowledge of My name shall thee aduance.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
<span class="i0">15 I will him hear, and help him in His trouble;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">I will protect him and his honour duble.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With length of dayes, hee satisfied shall bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And hee at last shall My saluation see.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM XCV.<a name="FNanchor_243_243" id="FNanchor_243_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come let vs hartily reioyce and singe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To God our mightie Sauiour, and our Kinge;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Present the prayse which doth to Him belonge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And show our gladnes in a cheerfull songe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For God our Lord, the greatest God is Hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Monarch of all gods that worshipt bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Earth's round globe, Hee holdeth in His hand:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And th' highest mountaynes are at His command.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sea is His, Hee hath it made of old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the dry land His blessed hands did mould:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come let vs worship then, and humble fall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before our mightie God which made vs all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee is our Lord, and wee His people bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our shepheard, and His proper sheep are wee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This day yf you His holy voice will heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not your hearts bee hardned as they were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When in the desert you His wrath did moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And temptinge Him His mightie power did proue.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Full forty yeeres this nation greeud mee so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their erringe harts My wayes would neuer know;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore displeas'd by oath I did protest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They neuer should possesse my Land of rest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM C.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bee ioyfull in the Lord, yee nations all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cheer vp your harts in mirth, and songs withall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord is God, not wee but Hee alone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath made vs all, and feeds vs euery one.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then enter yee His gates and courts with prayse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And striue with hart and voice His name to raise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For why? the Lord is sweet, His mercy rare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His truth for euer constant shall endure.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM CIII.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My soule with all thy powers thy Maker praise;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forget not all His benefits to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who pardons all thy sinnes, and doth thee rayse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thou art fal'n through any infirmitie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who doth thee saue from mischeifs that would kill thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And crowneth thee with mercies euer more.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with the best of thinges doth feed and fill thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And egle-like thy youth and strength restore.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
<span class="i0">When men oppressèd doe to Him appeale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hee righteth euery one against his foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee vnto Moses did His lawes reueale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vnto Jacob's eare His workes did show.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee is more full of grace then wee of sinne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To anger slowe, compassionate and kind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee doth not euer chide, and never linne,<a name="FNanchor_244_244" id="FNanchor_244_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor keepes displeasure alwayes in His minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor after our misdeedes doth Hee vs charge;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor takes Hee of our faults a strict account,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as the space from earth to heauen is large,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So farr His mercy doth our sinnes surmount.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As east from west is distant farr away,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe farr doth Hee from us our sinnes remoue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As fathers, kindnes to their sonnes bewray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe God to them that feare Him, showes His loue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Hee that made vs and knowes all, doth know<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The matter whereof man was made of old;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That wee were formèd heer on earth below<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of dust and clay, and of noe better mold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Man's age doth wither as the fadinge grasse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He flourisheth, but as y<sup>e</sup> flower in May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which when the South-wind ouer it doth passe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is gone; and where it grew no man can say.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But God's sweet kindnes<a name="FNanchor_245_245" id="FNanchor_245_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a> euer doth consist;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His truth, from age to age, continew shall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To them that in His righteous lawes persist,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thinke vppon them to performe them all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heauen is God's seat; there doth His glorie dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But ouer all, His empire doth extend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Praise Him yee angells which in strength excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And His command doe euermore attend.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Praise Him yee hosts of heauen which serue Him there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose seruice with His pleasure doth accord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And praise Him all His creatures euery where;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou my soule for thy part, praise the Lord.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">PSALM CL.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To Him with trumpets and with flutes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With cornets, clarions and with lutes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With harpes, with organs and with shawmes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With holy anthems and with psalmes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With voice of angells and of men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sing! Aleluyia! Amen, Amen.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a><br /><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
<h2>VIII. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.</h2>
<p class="ph3">HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a><br /><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="Miscellaneous_Poems" id="Miscellaneous_Poems"><i>Miscellaneous Poems.</i></a></p>
<p class="ph3">OF FAITH THE FIRST THEOLOGICALL VERTUE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Faith is a sunbeame of th' Æternall light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in man's soule infusd by grace doth shine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which giues her dazled eye soe cleare a sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As evidently sees the truith divine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This beame that cleares our eyes, inflames our hearts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Charitie's kind fire doth there begett:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For sunlike, it both light and heate imparts:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faith is the light, and Charitie the heate:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This light of faith the noblest wisdome is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For it the onley truith allowes and a'plyes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The virgin's lamp, that lights the soule to blisse;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Jacob's scales,<a name="FNanchor_246_246" id="FNanchor_246_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a> whereby shee clymes the skyes;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The eye that sees, the hand that apprehends;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The cause of causes, and the end of ends.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">A SONGE OF CONTENTION</p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">betweene Fowre Maids concerninge that which addeth most perfection
to that sexe.</span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The first for Beauty.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our fairest Garland, made of Beautye's flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth of it selfe supplyall other dowers:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Women excell the perfects' men in this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore herein theire perfection is:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For beautye wee the glorious heauens admire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faire feilds, faire howses, gold and pearle, desire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beautye doth alwayes health and youth imploy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and doth delight the noblest sense, the eye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The second for Witte.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Beautye delights the soule, but witte the Reason:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Witte lasts an age, and beautye but a season:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sense is quickly cloyd with beautye's tast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When witt's delight still quicke and fresh doth last:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beautye, weake eyes with her illusion blindes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Witte conquers spirits and triumphs ouer minds:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deade things haue beautye, onely man hath witte,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and man's perfection doth consist in it.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The third for Wealth.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wealth is a power that passeth nature farre:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes euery goose a swanne, and sparke a starre:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Queene money, bringes and giues with royall hands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Freinds, kindred, honour, husband, house and lands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a faire face, but fortune faire, I craue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lett mee want witte soe I fooles' fortune haue.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The fourth for Vertue.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet those perfections most imperfect bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If there bee wantinge vertuous modestye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue's aspect would haue the sweetest grace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If wee could see as wee conceaue her face:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue guids witte, with well-affected will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which if witte want, it proues a dangerous ill:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vertue gaines wealth with her good gouerment,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If not, sh'is rich, because shee is content.<a name="FNanchor_247_247" id="FNanchor_247_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">A MAID'S HYMNE IN PRAISE OF VIRGINITY.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sacred virginity, vnconquered Queene!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose kingdome never hath invaded beene;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of whose sweete rosy crowne noe hand hath power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Once but to touch, much lesse to plucke a flower:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gainst whome proud Love—which on the world doth raigne,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With armies of his passions fights in vaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In whome gray Winter neuer doth appeare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To whome greene Springtide lasteth all the yeare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O fresh immortall baye, vntroubled well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or violett, which vntoucht doest sweetest smell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faire vine, which without prop<a name="FNanchor_248_248" id="FNanchor_248_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a> doest safely stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pure gold, new coynd, which neuer past a hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O temperance, in the supreame degree<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hiyest pitch that vertue's winges can flee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O more then humane spirit, of Angells' kind:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O white, unspotted garment of the mind,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Which first cloathed man, before hee was forlorne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wherein God Himselfe chose to bee borne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within my soule, O heavenly vertue rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Untill my soule with heaven it selfe bee blest.<a name="FNanchor_249_249" id="FNanchor_249_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">PART OF AN ELEGIE IN PRAISE OF MARRIAGE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When the first man from Paradise was driven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee did from thence his onely comfort beare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee still enioyes his wife, which God had giuen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though hee from other joyes deuorcèd were.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This cordiall comfort of societye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This trueloue knott, that tyes the heart and will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When man was in th' extremest miserye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To keepe his heart from breaking, existed still.<a name="FNanchor_250_250" id="FNanchor_250_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There is a tale then<a name="FNanchor_251_251" id="FNanchor_251_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a> [when] the world beganne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both sexes in one body did remaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till Joue, offended with that double man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Caused Vulcan to diuide him into twayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In this diuision, hee the hart did seuer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But cunningly hee did indent the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That if they should be reunited euer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each part might know which was the counterpart:<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Since when, all men and women thinke it longe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each of them their other part haue mett:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sometimes the[y] meete y<sup>e</sup> right, sometimes y<sup>e</sup> wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This discontent, and that doth ioy begett.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It ioye begetts in there indented harts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When like indentures they<a name="FNanchor_252_252" id="FNanchor_252_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a> are matcht aright:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each part to other mutuall joy imparts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus the man which Vulcan did deuide,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Is nowe againe by Hymen made entire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the ruine is ræedified;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two beeinge made one by their diuine desire.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sweete marriage is the honny neuer cloyinge;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The tune, which being still plaid, doth euer please,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pleasure which is vertue's in inioyinge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is the band of peace and yoake of ease,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is a yoake, but sweete [and] light it is;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fellowship doth take away the trouble,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For euery griefe is made halfe lesse by this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And euery ioy is by reflection double.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is a band, but one of Love's sweete bands,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Such as hee binds the world's great parts withall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose wonderous frame by there convention stands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But beinge disbanded would to ruine fall.<a name="FNanchor_253_253" id="FNanchor_253_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">[A FRAGMENT OF A LOVE ELEGIE.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But those impressions by this forme are staynde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and blotted out as if they had not beene:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet if nothing else in mynde I beare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">makes me not lesse learn[è]d then before:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that in her as in a merrour cleare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I see and learne far better things and more.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The students of the world and Natur's booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beauty and order in the world doe noate;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She is my little world; on her I looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">and doe in her the same p'fections quoate:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in her eyes the beames of beauty shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and in her sweete behaviour and her grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Order apears, and comlines divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Befitting every tyme and every place.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">3.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vnto that sparkling wit, that spirit of fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That pointed diomond looke, that ægle's eye<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Whose lyghtning makes audacity retire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and yet drawes on respectiue modesty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With wings of feare and loue, my spirit doth fly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and doth therein a flame of fire resemble;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, when it burnes most bright and mounts most high,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">then doth it waver most and most doth tremble.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O that my thoughts were words, or could I speake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tongue of Angells, to expresse my mynde:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For mortall speach is far too faint and weeke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">to utter passion of so high a kynde.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have a beauty of such life and light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As it hath power all wandring eyes to stay:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To move dombe tongues to speake, lame hands to write,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stayde thoughts to run, hard harts to melt a way:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet painters' can of this draw every line<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And every wittles person that hath eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can se[e] and judg and sweare it is divine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in these outwarde formes all fooles are wise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that which my admireing spirit doth veiw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I[n] thought whereof it would for ever dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eie never saw, the pensill never drew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pen neuer coulde describe, tongue never tell:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
<span class="i2">It is the invisible beauty of your mynde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your cleare immagination, lively witt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So tund, so temp'rd, of such heavenly kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As all mens spirits ar charmd and rapt with it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This life within begetts your lively looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As fier doth make all metalls looke like fier;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or your quicke soule by choise this body tooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As angells w<sup>th</sup> bright formes themselves attire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O that my brest might ope, and hart might cleave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That so you might my silent wondring veiw:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O that you might my soreing spirit p'ceive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How still with trembling wings it waites on you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then should you se[e] of thoughts an endles chaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose links are<a name="FNanchor_254_254" id="FNanchor_254_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a> vertues, and yor vertues bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then should you see how your faire forme doth raigne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through all the regions of my fantesie.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then should you fynde that I was yours as much<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As ar your sharpe conceits borowd of none;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or as your native beautyes, that are such<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As all the world will sweare it is your owne.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">4.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As they that worke in mines, rich vaines beray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By some few garaines<a name="FNanchor_255_255" id="FNanchor_255_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a> of ore whereon the[y] hit:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And as one letter found is oft a kay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To many lines that ar in cipher writt;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So I by your few loveing lines descry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of your long hiden love the golden mine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And reade therein with a true lover's eye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the hart's volume, every secrett line.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But what availes it now, alas to know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That once a blessed man I might haue beene?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since I haue lett, by lookeing downe too low<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My highest fortunes sore away vnseene:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yett if I had raisd my humble eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As high as heauen I could not haue discer[n]d<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of invisible thoughts which in your hart did rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unles of you I had my lesson learnd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all was darke and folden vp to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As soon might I my selfe, my selfe haue taught<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To read y<sup>e</sup> blacke records of destiny,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As read the ridles of the silent thought:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But whereto may I best resemble this?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your loue was like the springing of a tree:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We cannot see the growing when it is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that it hath sprunge up and growne, we see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or it is like to wealth by fairyes brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which they bring still while they invisible goe;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But all doth vanish and doth turne to nought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If once a man enricht, those fairyes know:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now your loue (say you) is dead and gone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But my strong faith shall giue it life againe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By strength of fancy miricles are done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And true beleefe doth seldom hope in vaine.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your Phœnix loue is vnto ashes turnd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But now the fier of my affection true,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which long within my hart hath kyndly burnd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall spreade such heate as it shall liue anew.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or if the fyer of your celestiall loue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be mounted vp to heauen and cannot dye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another slye Prometheus will I prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and play the theife to steale it from the skye.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When you vouchsaft to love vnworthy me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your loue discended like a shower of raine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which on the earth, euen senceles though she bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">when once it falls, returneth not againe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then why should you withdraw the heauenly dew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which fell sometymes on your despairing lover?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though then his earthly spirit full little knew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How good an Angel did about him houer.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O you the glory of your sex and race!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You that all tymes and places hapie make!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You that in beeing vertuous vertue grace,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>
<span class="i0">and make men love it better for your sake:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One sunbeame yet of favour cast on mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let one kinde thought in your cleare fancy rise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue but a thought, or if that may not be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be pleasd that I may love, it shall suffise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">TO THE Q:[UEENE.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What Musicke shall we make to you?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whome the strings of all men's harts<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make musicke of ten thousand parts:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In tune and measure true,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With straines<a name="FNanchor_256_256" id="FNanchor_256_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a> and changes new.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How shall wee fraime a harmony<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worthie your eares, whose princely<a name="FNanchor_257_257" id="FNanchor_257_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a> hands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keepe harmony in sundry lands:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Whose people divers be,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In station and degree?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Heauen's tunes may onely please,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">and not such aires as theise.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For you which downe from heauen are sent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such peace vpon the earth to bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haue h[e]ard y<sup>e</sup> quire of Angells sing:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">and all the sphæres consent,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">like a sweete instrument.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How then should theise harsh tunes you<a name="FNanchor_258_258" id="FNanchor_258_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a> heare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Created of y<sup>e</sup> trubled ayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">breed but distast—when you repaire—<br /></span>
<span class="i4">to your celestiall eare?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So that this center here<br /></span>
<span class="i6">for you no musicke fynds,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">but harmony of mynds.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">[TO FAIRE LADYES.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ladyes of Founthill,<a name="FNanchor_259_259" id="FNanchor_259_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a> I am come to seeke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My hart amongst you, which I late did leese;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>
<span class="i0">but many harts may be perhaps alike:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore of mine, the proper markes, are theise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is not hard, though true as steele it be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like y<sup>e</sup> diomond, cleare from any spot;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Transmixt with many darts you shall it se[e],<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but all by vertue, not by Cupid, shot;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It hath no wings, because it needeth none,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being now arived and settled where it would;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wingèd desires and hopes from it gon are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but it is full of joyes as it can hold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faine would I find it where it doth remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but would not haue it though I might againe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">UPON A PAIRE OF GARTERS.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Go loveinge woode-bynde, clip with louely grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">those two sweet plants which beare y<sup>e</sup> flowers of loue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go silken vines, those tender elmes embrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which flourish still, although their roots doe moue.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As soone as you possess your blessed places,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are advancèd and ennobled more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then dyodemes, which were white silken laces<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That ancient kings about there forehead wore:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Sweete bands, take heed lest you vnge[n]tly bynd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or with your stricktnes make too deepe a print:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was neuer tree had such a tinder rynd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although her inward hart be hard as flynt;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let your knots be fast, and loose at will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">she must be free, though I stand bounden still.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">[TO HIS LADY-LOVE.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In this sweete booke, y<sup>e</sup> treasury of witt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All virtues, beautyes, passions, written be:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with such life they are sett forth in it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">as still methinkes y<sup>t</sup> which I read I see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But this booke's Mrs. is a liveing booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which hath indeed those vertues in her mynde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in whose face though envey's selfe do looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even envye's eye shall all those beautyes fynd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Onely y<sup>e</sup> passions y are printed here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In her calme thoughts can no impression make:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She will not love, nor hate, nor hope, nor feare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though others seeke theise passions for her sake.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So in y<sup>e</sup> sonne, some say there is no heate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">though his reflecting beames doe fire begett.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">[TOBACCO.]<a name="FNanchor_260_260" id="FNanchor_260_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Homer<a name="FNanchor_261_261" id="FNanchor_261_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a> of Moly and Nepenthe singes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moly, the gods most soveraigne hearbe divine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nepenth Hellen's<a name="FNanchor_262_262" id="FNanchor_262_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a> drink, which gladnes brings,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hart's greife repells, and doth y<sup>e</sup> witts refine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But this our age another world hath found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From whence an hearbe of heavenly power is brought:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moly is not soe soveraigne for a wound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor hath Nepenth[e] so great wonders wrought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is tobacco: whose sweete subtile fume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hellish torment of y<sup>e</sup> teeth doth ease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By drawing downe and drieing up y<sup>e</sup> rume<a name="FNanchor_263_263" id="FNanchor_263_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mother and the nurse of each disease.<a name="FNanchor_264_264" id="FNanchor_264_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">ELEGIES OF LOUE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Like as the diuers-fretchled<a name="FNanchor_265_265" id="FNanchor_265_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a> Butter-flye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Winter's frost is fallne upon his winge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath onely left life's possibility,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and lies halfe dead untill the cherefull Spring:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But then the Sunne from his all-quickning eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Darts forth a sparkle of the liuinge fire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which<a name="FNanchor_266_266" id="FNanchor_266_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a> with kinde heate, doth warme the frozen flye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and with newe spirit his little breast inspire:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then doth hee lightly rise and spread his winges,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with the<a name="FNanchor_267_267" id="FNanchor_267_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a> beames that gaue him life doth playe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tasts euery flower that on th' earthe's bosoome springs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and is in busye motion all the day:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Soe my gaye Muse, which did my heart possesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in my youthful fantasie doth raigne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which cleard my forehead with her cheerefullnes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and gaue a liuely warmth unto my brayne:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With sadder<a name="FNanchor_268_268" id="FNanchor_268_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_268_268" class="fnanchor">[268]</a> studye, and with graue conceite<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which late my Immagination entertaynd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beganne to shrinke, and loose her actiue heate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and dead as in a læthargy remaynd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long in that senseles sleepe congeald shee laye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill euen now another heauenly eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cleare as that which doth begett the daye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and of a like reviuinge simpathy:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Did cast into my eyes a subtile beame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which peirieinge<a name="FNanchor_269_269" id="FNanchor_269_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_269_269" class="fnanchor">[269]</a> deepe, into my fancy went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And did awake my muse out of her dreame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and unto her new life and vertue lent:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Soe that shee now begins to raise her eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which yett are dazled with her beautye's raye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to record her wonted melodyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Although at first shee bee not full so gaye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">THE KINGES WELCOME.<a name="FNanchor_270_270" id="FNanchor_270_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_270_270" class="fnanchor">[270]</a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O nowe or never gentle muse be gaye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mount vp higher on thy paper winges,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then doth the larke when he salutes the daye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the morne a merrie welcome singes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fly swifter then the egle sent by art<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From Noremberg, to the Almaine emperour:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A hand lesse cuning, but as true a hart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sends thee to a prince of greater worth and power.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rencounter him thowe shalt vpon the waye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">like Phebus midst of all his golden trayne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And knowe him too thou shalt at first suruaye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By proper notes and by distinctions plaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By his faire outward formes and princely port,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">by honours done to him with capp and knee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is decyphred by the vulgar sorte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">but truer caracters will rise to the[e].<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy sight had once an influence devine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">which gave it power the soule of man to viewe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">wipe and make cleane that dazeled eye of thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and thowe shall see his reall markes and true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looke ouer all that divers troope, and finde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">whoe hath his spirites most Jouiall and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">whose bodie is best tempred, and whose minde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is ever best in tune, and that is hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">See who it is whose actions doe bewraye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that threefold power, which rarely mixt we see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A iudgment graue, and yet a fancie gaye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Joynd with a ritch remembrance, that is hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Marke who it is, that hath all noble skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">which maye to publique good referrèd bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the quickest witt, and best affected will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">whence flowes a streame of vertues, that is hee<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If any more then other clearely wise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">or wisely iust or iustly valiant be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any doe fainte pleasures more despise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">or be more maister of himselfe, 'tis hee<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But soft, thie Egletes eye will soone be dym<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou this rising sunne directly viewe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">looke syde waies on the beames that spread from him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">faire peace, rich plentie, and religion true<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besides a guard of blessed angells houer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">about his sacred person, day and night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and with invisible winges his head doe cover,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that dangers dartes thereon may never light<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When by these proper notes thowe shalt him ken,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">fly towardes him with winges of love and feare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">like fire which most doth wane and tremble then<br /></span>
<span class="i0">when it doth mount most high and burne most cleare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet on; for wingèd time with the[e] goes on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">which like old Æ'son hath his youth renewd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">his hower glase turnèd and his sickle gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and all his graye and broken fethers mewd.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On, for the braue yong sonn aboue his head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes Northward, that he may his glorie meete;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">whilest the fresh earth in all her pride doth spread<br /></span>
<span class="i0">greene veluit carpettes vnderneath his feete.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On, for thee birds will help to fill thie songe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">whereto all english harte stringes doe agree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the Irish harpe stringes, that did iarre soe long<br /></span>
<span class="i0">to make the musicke full, nowe tunèd be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There is noe eye cast downe, there is noe voice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that to pronounce the harte assent, is dombe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the world of thinges doth everie where reioyce,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">in certaine hope of blessed times to come<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thousandes while they possesse and fill the waies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">doth both desire, and hinder his repaire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">they fill the emptie heaven with praier and praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">which he requites with demonstrations faire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then what hast thowe to doe, and what remaines?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">praie as the people doth, and add but this<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This little wish; that whiles he lives and raignes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">he maye be still the same, that nowe he is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i10">John Dauis.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">TO THE KINGE</p>
<p class="ph4">UPON HIS MA'TIES FIRST COMMING INTO ENGLAND.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O now or neuer, gentle Muse, be gaye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mount up higher with thy paper winges,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than doth the larke when hee sallutes the daye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the morne a merry wellcome singes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou must goe meete King James, upon the way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Advanceing Southward, with his golden trayne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And know him too thou maist at first survaye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">by proper noates and by distinctions plaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By his faire outward formes, and princely port,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By honour done to him with cap and knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee is distinguist to the vulgar sort:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">but truer characters will rise to thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy sight had once an influence divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which gaue it power the Soule of man to vew:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wipe and make cleare that dazled eye of thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and thou shall see his reall markes and true.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Looke over all that divers troope, and finde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who hath his spirits most joviall and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose body is best tempred, and whose mind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">is ever best in tune; and that is he.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">See who it is, whose actions doe bewraye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That threefold power, which rarely mixt wee see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A judgment grave, and yett a fancy gaye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">joynd with a rich remembrance, That is hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Marke who it is, that hath all noble skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which may to publicke good referrèd bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sharpest witte and best affected will,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">whence floes a streame of vertues, That is hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If any more than other clearely wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or wisely just, or justly valiant bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any doe faint pleasure more dispise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">or bee more maister of himselfe, its hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But soft, thine eagle's eye will soone bee dim,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou this risinge sonne directly vewe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looke sidewayes on the beames that spread from him,<a name="FNanchor_271_271" id="FNanchor_271_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_271_271" class="fnanchor">[271]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Faire peace, with Plenty, and Religion true.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that strong g'ard of Angells which doe houer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About his sacred person, daye and night:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with invissible winges his head doe cover,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">that danger's darts thereon may neuer light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now on, for wingèd Time with thee goes on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which like old Æson hath his youth renewed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His hower glasse turnd, and his sickle gon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">and all his graye and broken feathers mewd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On, for the brave young sonne above his head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes North ward, that hee may his glory meete;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the fresh Earth in all her pride doth spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">greene velvett carpetts underneath his feete.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On, for the birdes will helpe to fill the songe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereto all English hartstringes will agree:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An' th' Irish harpstringes that have jarrd soe longe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">to make the Musicke full, now tunèd bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There is noe eye cast downe, there is no voyce<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which to expresse the harts assent, is dumbe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The world of thinges doth every where rejoyce<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In certaine hope of blessed times to come.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While thousands doe posses and fill the wayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The[y] both desire and hinder his repaire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They fill the emptie aire with prayer and praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">which hee requitts with demonstrations faire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">TO THE QUEENE AT THE SAME TIME.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If wee in peace had not received the kinge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wee see wee had beene conquered, since wee see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Queene such armyes doth of beauties bringe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As all our eyes and hearts her vassals bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Danish armyes once great honnour wonne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon this Land; yett conquered but a part.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you greate Lady more, alone, haue done;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For at first sight you conquer'd every heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Starre of the North! upon these Northerne Realmes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Long may your vertues and your beauties raigne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond our Cinthiae's yeares, whose golden Beames<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ar[e] sett with vs, and cannot shine againe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well may it bee; though sunne and moone goe downe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seas haue noe power the North pole starre to drowne.<a name="FNanchor_272_272" id="FNanchor_272_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_272_272" class="fnanchor">[272]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">MIRA LOQUOR SOL OCCUBUIT NOX NULLA SECUTA EST.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By that Eclipse which darkned our Appollo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our sunne did sett, and yett noe night did follow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his successor's vertues shone soe bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As they continued still, there former light; [<i>their</i>]<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gaue the world a farther expectation<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To adde a greater splendor to our Nation.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">CHARLES HIS WAINE.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brittaine doth vnder those bright starres remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which English Shepheards, Charles his waine, doe name;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But more this Ile is Charles, his waine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Charles her royall wagoner became.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Charles, which now in Arthure's seate doth raigne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is our Arcturus, and doth guide the waine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">OF THE NAME OF CHAROLUS, BEING THE DIMINATIVE OF CHARUS.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The name of Charles, darlinge signifies:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A name most fitte, for hee was ever such.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neuer was Prince soe deare in all mens eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soe highly valued or esteemed soe much:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Edgar was England's darlinge, once wee find,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Charles the Darlinge is of all mankind.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">VERSES SENT TO THE KINGE WITH FIGGES: BY S<sup>r</sup>. JOHN DAVIS.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To add unto the first man's happiness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His maker did for him a garden make;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And placd him there, that hee the same might dresse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pleasure great with little labour take.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this with nature stands, and reason right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That man who first was formèd of the earth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In trimminge of the earth should take delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And her adorne from whom hee tooke his birth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor her for this doth hee ungratefull finde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For shee in gardens her best fruites doth yealde.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The Earth in gardens is a mother kinde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When shee is but a steepdame in the feild.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir, in your service God hath mee soe blest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I haue beene enabled to acquire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A garden, ready planted, trimd and drest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereto in vacant times I doe retire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This garden, and the fruite thereof, indeede<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are fruites of your great favour unto mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore all the fruites which thence proceed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A proper offeringe to your Highnes bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But if this verse or boldness, meritt blame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those figge leaues, S<sup>r</sup>. I hope shall hide the same.<a name="FNanchor_273_273" id="FNanchor_273_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_273_273" class="fnanchor">[273]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">[LOVE-LINES.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stay lovely boy! why flyest thou mee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that languish in theis flames for thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'me black 'tis true—why so is night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">yet louers in darke shades delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the whole World, doe but close thyne eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">will appeare as black as I;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">or open'd, view but what a shade<br /></span>
<span class="i0">is by thyne owne fayre body made,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>
<span class="i0">that follows thee where ere thou goe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ah, who allow'd would not doe so?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">lett mee for euer dwell so nigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and thou shalt need no shade but I.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">[LOVE-FLIGHT.]</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Black Mayel, complayne not y<sup>t</sup> I flye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">since fate commaunds antipathy:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">prodigious must y<sup>t</sup> vnion proue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">where day and night togeather moue:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">and the commotion of our lipps<br /></span>
<span class="i0">not kisses make but an eclipps;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">where the commixèd blacke and white<br /></span>
<span class="i0">portend more terrour then delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">yet if thou wilt my shaddow bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">enioy thy deerest wish, but see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">that like my shaddow's property<br /></span>
<span class="i0">thou hast away as I come nye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">els[e] stay till death hath blinded mee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">then I'le bequeath my selfe to thee.<a name="FNanchor_274_274" id="FNanchor_274_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_274_274" class="fnanchor">[274]</a><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3">AN ELEGIECALL EPISTLE ON SIR JOHN DAVIS DEATH.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Morgan! to call thee sadd and discontente<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were to proclaime thee weake; twere an evente<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of more then folly, since the obscurest eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is witness of thy magnanimity:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yett to tell thee that thou hast noe cause<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To greife, were to belye thy worth, because<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gapinge wound speakes out the sovldiers fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And deepe despites giue fortitude a name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tis true hee's dead, and the sterne fates (accurst)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There browes haue wrinkled, and haue done their worst<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spite this State and thee, in tearinge hence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Nature's Accademy, that Starre, from whence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Streamd such full influence, of what the mind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Accounteth quintisentiall; and the vnkinde<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cruell Death, hath blasted such a flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stolne such a gemme, as makes the sad Earth poore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yett alasse<a name="FNanchor_275_275" id="FNanchor_275_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_275_275" class="fnanchor">[275]</a> hee is not fledd for want<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what could make the ambitious, proud soule vaunt:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For whilst hee liv'd hee brocke up Honour's gates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pluck't bright fame from snarling Envie's grates<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doomd to obliuion; and his unmatchèd penne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Drop'd from the winge of some bright Seraphin)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inculpates him thus to all eternitye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The eldest of the Muses proginie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Said I hee's dead? not soe; he could not die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But findinge that curst lucre, bribery<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And puft<a name="FNanchor_276_276" id="FNanchor_276_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_276_276" class="fnanchor">[276]</a> ambition were the scarlett crimes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the Tribunall's tenants, and the times<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not suitinge with his vertues, cause his manner<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was to deserue and not desire, an honour;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee's sor'd aloft, where nought but virtue's pris'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And where base Mammon is not idoliz'd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To that Kinge's Bench where Iustice is not gould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor honours with old Ladies bought and sould;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To heauen's Exchequer, with intent to paye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And render thence the Royall subsidaye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his rich spirit, which his soueraigne tooke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without subscription, and crost Nature's booke.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="IX_ENTERTAINMENT_OF_QUEEN_ELIZABETH_AT_HAREFIELD_BY_COUNTESSE_OF" id="IX_ENTERTAINMENT_OF_QUEEN_ELIZABETH_AT_HAREFIELD_BY_COUNTESSE_OF">IX. ENTERTAINMENT OF QUEEN ELIZABETH AT HAREFIELD BY COUNTESSE OF
DERBY.</a></h2>
<p class="ph3">NOTE.</p>
<p>This 'Entertainment' has the additional interest of having been that
wherein "The Lottery" (pp. 87-95), was introduced. The reasons for our
giving the whole to Davies, we have stated in the Memorial-Introduction
(II. Critical: Minor Poems). Our text is from Nichols' Progresses of Q.
Elizabeth, Vol. III., pp. 586-94. G.</p>
<hr />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p>
<p class="ph3"><a name="Entertainment_of_Q_Elizabeth_at_Harefield_by_Countesse_of_Derby" id="Entertainment_of_Q_Elizabeth_at_Harefield_by_Countesse_of_Derby"><i>Entertainment of Q. Elizabeth at Harefield by Countesse of Derby.</i></a></p>
<p>After the Queene entered (out of the high way) into the Deamesne
grounde of Harefielde, near the Dayrie howse, she was mett with
2 persons, the one representing a <span class="smcap">Bayliffe</span>, the other
a <span class="smcap">Dayrie-Maide</span>, with the Speech. Her Majesty, being on
horsebacke, stayed under a tree (because it rayned) to heare it.</p>
<p><i>B.</i> Why, how now, Joane! are you heere? Gods my life, what make
you heere, gaddinge and gazinge after this manner? You come to buy
gape-seede,<a name="FNanchor_277_277" id="FNanchor_277_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_277_277" class="fnanchor">[277]</a> doe you? Wherefore come you abroade now I' faith can
you tell?</p>
<p><i>Joa.</i> I come abroade to welcome these Strangers.</p>
<p><i>B.</i> Strangers? how knew you there would come Strangers?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Jo.</i> All this night I could not sleepe, dreaming of greene rushes; and
yesternight the chatting of the pyes, and the chirkinge<a name="FNanchor_278_278" id="FNanchor_278_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_278_278" class="fnanchor">[278]</a> of the
frisketts<a name="FNanchor_279_279" id="FNanchor_279_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_279_279" class="fnanchor">[279]</a> did foretell as much; and, besides that, all this day my
lefte eare glowed,<a name="FNanchor_280_280" id="FNanchor_280_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_280_280" class="fnanchor">[280]</a> and that is to me (let them all say what they
wil) allwaies a signe of Strangers, if it be in the Summer; marye, if
it be in the Winter, tis a signe of anger. But what make you in this
company, I pray you?</p>
<p><i>B.</i> I make the way for these Strangers, which the Way-maker himself
could not doe; for it is a way was never passed before. Besides, the
Mrs. of this faire company, though she know the way to all men's
harts, yet she knowes the way but to few men's howses, except she love
them very well, I can tell you; and therefore I myselfe, without any
comission, have taken upon me to conduct them to the house.</p>
<p><i>Jo.</i> The house? which house? doe you remember yourselfe? which way goe
you?</p>
<p><i>B.</i> I goe this way, on the right hand. Which way should I goe?</p>
<p><i>Jo.</i> You say true, and you're a trim man; but I' faith I'll talke noe
more to you, except you ware wyser.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> I pray you hartely, 'forsooth,
come neare the house, and take a simple lodginge with vs to-night;
for I can assuere you that yonder house that he talks of is but a
Pigeon-house, which is very little if it were finisht, and yet very
little of it is finisht. And you will believe me, vpon my life, Lady, I
saw Carpenters and Bricklayers and other Workmen about it within less
than these two howers. Besides, I doubt my Mr. and Mrs. are not at
home; or, if they be, you must make your owne provision; for they have
noe provision for such Strangers. You should seeme to be Ladies; and we
in the country have an old saying, that "halfe a pease a day will serve
a Lady." I know not what you are, nether am I acquainted with your
dyet; but, if you will goe with me, you shall haue cheare for a Lady:
for first you shall have a dayntie sillibub; next a messe of clowted
creame; stroakings,<a name="FNanchor_281_281" id="FNanchor_281_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_281_281" class="fnanchor">[281]</a> in good faith, redd cowes milk, and they say
in London that's restorative: you shall have greene cheeses and creame.
(I'll speake a bould word) if the Queene herself (God save her Grace)
[were here] she might be seene to eat of it. Wee will not greatly
bragge of our possets, but we would be loath to learne to praise: and
if you loue frute, for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>sooth, wee haue jenitings,<a name="FNanchor_282_282" id="FNanchor_282_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_282_282" class="fnanchor">[282]</a> paremayns,<a name="FNanchor_283_283" id="FNanchor_283_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_283_283" class="fnanchor">[283]</a>
russet coates,<a name="FNanchor_284_284" id="FNanchor_284_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_284_284" class="fnanchor">[284]</a> pippines, able-johns,<a name="FNanchor_285_285" id="FNanchor_285_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_285_285" class="fnanchor">[285]</a> and perhaps a
pareplum,<a name="FNanchor_286_286" id="FNanchor_286_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_286_286" class="fnanchor">[286]</a> a damsone, I or an apricocke<a name="FNanchor_287_287" id="FNanchor_287_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_287_287" class="fnanchor">[287]</a> too, but that they are
noe dainties this yeare; and therefore, I pray, come neare the house,
and wellcome heartily, doe soe.</p>
<p><i>B.</i> Goe to, gossip; your tongue must be running. If my Mrs. should
heare of this, I' faith shee would give you little thankes I can tell
you, for offeringe to draw so faire a flight from her Pigeon-house (as
you call it) to your Dayrie-house.</p>
<p><i>Jo.</i> Wisely, wisely, brother Richard; I' faith as I would vse the
matter, I dare say shee would giue me great thankes: for you know my
Mrs. charged me earnestly to retaine all idele hearvest-folkes that
past this way; and my meaning was, that, if I could hold them all this
night and to-morrow, on Monday morning to carry them into the fields;
and to make them earne their entertaynment well and thriftily; and to
that end I have heere a <i>Rake</i> and <i>Forke</i>, to deliver to the best
Huswife in all this company.</p>
<p><i>B.</i> Doe soe then: deliver them to the best Hus<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>wife in all this
company: for wee shall haue as much vse of her paines and patience
there as here. As for the dainties that you talke of, if you have any
such, you shall doe well to send them; and as for these strangers, sett
thy hart at rest, Joane; they will not rest with [thee] this night, but
will passe on to my Mr[s.] house.</p>
<p><i>Joa.</i> Then, I pray, take this <i>Rake</i> and <i>Forke</i> with you; but I am
ashamed, and woe at my hart, you should goe away soe late. And I pray
God you repent you not, and wish yourselves here againe, when you finde
you haue gone further and fared worsse.</p>
<p>When her Maiestie was alighted from her horse, and ascended 3 steeps
neare to the entering into the house, a carpet and chaire there sett
for her; <span class="smcap">Place</span> and <span class="smcap">Time</span> present themselves, and vsed
this Dialogue:</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Place</span> <i>in a partie-colored roabe, like the brick house</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Time</span> <i>with yeollow haire, and in a green roabe, with a hower
glasse, stopped, not runninge</i>.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> Wellcome, good <i>Time</i>.</p>
<p><i>T.</i> Godden, my little pretie priuat <i>Place</i>.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> Farewell, godbwy <i>Time</i>; are you not gone? doe you stay heere? I
wonder that <i>Time</i> should stay any where; what's the cause?</p>
<p><i>T.</i> If thou knewest the cause, thou wouldst not wonder; for I stay
to entertaine the Wonder of this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> time; wherein I would pray thee to
ioyne mee, if thou wert not too little for her greatnes; for it weare
as great a meracle for thee to receive her, as to see the Ocean shut up
in a little creeke, or the circumference shrinke vnto the pointe of the
center.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> Too little! by that reason shee should rest in noe <i>place</i>, for
no <i>place</i> is great ynough to receive her. Too little! I have all this
day entertayned the Sunn, which, you knowe, is a great and glorious
Guest; hee's but euen now gone downe yonder hill; and now he is gone,
methinks, if Cinthia her selfe would come in his place, the place that
contaynde him should not be to little to receave her.</p>
<p><i>T.</i> You say true, and I like your comparison; for the Guest that wee
are to entertaine doth fill all places with her divine vertues, as
the Sunn fills the World with the light of his beames. But say, poore
<i>Place</i>, in what manner didst thou entertaine the Sunn?</p>
<p><i>P.</i> I received his glory, and was fill'd with it: but I must confesse,
not according to the proportion of his greatnes, but according to the
measure of my capacitie; his bright face (methought) was all day turned
vpon mee; nevertheless his beames in infinite abundance weere disperst
and spread vpon other places.</p>
<p><i>T.</i> Well, well; this is noe time for vs to entertaine<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> one another,
when wee should ioine to entertaine her. Our entertaynment of this
Goddesse will be much alike; for though her selfe shall eclipse her
soe much, as to suffer her brightnes 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. Are you ready, <i>Place</i>? <i>Time</i> is ready.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> Soe it should seeme, indeed, you are so gaye, fresh, and
cheerfull. You are the present <i>Time</i>, are you not? then what neede you
make such haste? Let me see, your wings are clipt, and, for ought I
see, your hower-glasse runnes not.</p>
<p><i>T.</i> My wings are clipt indeed, and it is her hands hath clipt them:
and, tis true, my glasse runnes not: indeed it hath bine stopt a longe
time, it can never rune as long as I waite upon this Mris. I [am] her
<i>Time</i>; and <i>Time</i> 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 <i>Time</i> happy wherein she liueth.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> And doth not she make <i>Place</i> happy as well as <i>Time</i>? What if she
make thee a contynewall holy-day, she makes me a perpetuall sanctuary.
Doth not the presence of a Prince make a Cottage a Court, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>
presence of the Gods make euery place Heauen? But, alas, my littlenes
is not capable of that happines that her great grace would impart vnto
me: but, weare I as large as there harts that are mine Owners, I should
be the fairest <i>Pallace</i> in the world; and weere I agreeable to the
wishes of there hartes, I should in some measure resemble her sacred
selfe, and be in the outward frount exceeding faire, and in the inward
furniture exceeding rich.</p>
<p><i>T.</i> In good time do you remember the hearts of your Owners; for, as
I was passing to this place, I found this <i>Hart</i>,<a name="FNanchor_288_288" id="FNanchor_288_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_288_288" class="fnanchor">[288]</a> which, as my
daughter <i>Truth</i> tould mee, was stolne by owne<a name="FNanchor_289_289" id="FNanchor_289_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_289_289" class="fnanchor">[289]</a> of the Nymphes
from one of the seruants of this Goddesse; but her guiltie conscience
enforming her that it did belong only of right vnto her that is Mrs.
of all harts in the world, she cast [it] from her for this time; and
<i>Oportunity</i>, finding it delivered it vnto me. Heere, <i>Place</i>, take it
thou, and present it vnto her as a pledge and mirror of their harts
that owe thee.</p>
<p><i>P.</i> It is a mirror indeed, for so it is transparent. It is a cleare
hart, you may see through it. It hath noe close corners, noe darkenes,
noe unbutifull spott in it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> I will therefore presume the more boldly
to deliver it; with this assurance, that <i>Time</i>, <i>Place</i>, <i>Persons</i>,
and all other circumstances, doe concurre alltogether in biddinge her
wellcome.</p>
<div class="blockquote">
<p><i>The humble Petition of a guiltlesse Lady, delivered in writing vpon
Munday Morninge, when the [robe] of rainbowes was presented to the Q.
by the La.</i> <span class="smcap">Walsingham</span>.</p></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Beauties rose, and vertues booke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Angells minde, and Angells looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To all Saints and Angells deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clearest Maiestie on earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heauen did smile at your faire birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And since, your daies have been most cleare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Only poore St. <i>Swythen</i> now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth heare you blame his cloudy brow:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But that poore St. deuoutly sweares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is but a tradition vaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That his much weeping causeth raine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For S<sup>ts</sup> in heauen shedd no teares:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But this he saith, that to his feast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commeth Iris, an vnbidden guest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In her moist roabe of collers gay;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And she cometh, she ever staies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the space of fortie daies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And more or lesse raines euery day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But the good St., when once he knew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This raine was like to fall on you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If S<sup>ts</sup> could weepe, he had wept as much<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As when he did the Lady leade<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That did on burning iron tread:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Ladies his respect is such.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He gently first bids Iris goe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto the Antipodes below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But shee for that more sullen grew.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he saw that, with angry looke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From her her rayneie roabes he tooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which heere he doth present to you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It is fitt it should with you remaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For you know better how to raine.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet if it raine still as before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">St Swythen praies that you would guesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Iris doth more robes possesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that you should blame him no more.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p>
<p>At her Maiesties departure from Harefield, <span class="smcap">Place</span>, attyred in
black mouringe aparell, vsed this farewell followinge:</p>
<p><i>P.</i> Sweet Maiestie, be pleased to looke vpon a poore Wydow, mourning
before your Grace. I am this <i>Place</i>, which at your comming was full
of ioy; but now at your departure am as full of sorrow. I was then,
for my comfort, accompanied with the present cheerful <i>Time</i>; but now
he is to depart with you; and, blessed as he is, must euer fly before
you: But, alas! I haue no wings, as <i>Time</i> hath. My heauiness is such,
that I must stand still, amazed to see so greate happines so sone
bereft mee. Oh, that I could remoue with you, as other circumstances
can! <i>Time</i> can goe with you, <i>Persons</i> can goe with you; they can
moue like Heaven; but I, like dull Earth (as I am indeed) must stand
vnmouable. I could wish my selfe like the inchanted Castle of Loue,
to hould you heere for euer, but that your vertues would dissolue all
my inchauntments. Then what remedy? As it is against the nature of an
Angell to be circumscribed in <i>Place</i>, so it is against the nature
of <i>Place</i> to haue the motion of an Angell. I must stay forsaken and
desolate. You may goe with maiestie, joy, and glory. My only suyte,
before you goe, is that you will pardon the close imprisonment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> which
you haue suffred euer since your comminge, imputinge it not to mee,
but St. Swythen, who of late hath raysed soe many stormes, as I was
faine to prouide this <i>Anchor</i>,<a name="FNanchor_290_290" id="FNanchor_290_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_290_290" class="fnanchor">[290]</a> for you, when I did vnderstand
you would put into this creeke. But now, since I perceaue this harbour
is too little for you, and you will hoyse sayle and be gone, I beseech
you take this Anchor with you. And I pray to Him that made both <i>Time</i>
and <i>Place</i>, that, in all places where euer you shall arriue, you may
anchor as safly, as you doe and euer shall doe in the harts of my
Owners.</p>
<p class="ph3">THE COMPLAINT OF THE V SATYRES AGAINST THE NYMPHS.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tell me, O Nymphes, why do you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shune vs that your loues pursue?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What doe the Satyres notes retaine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That should merite your disdaine?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">On our browes if hornes doe growe,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was not Bacchus armèd soe?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet of him the Candian maid<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Held no scorne, nor was affraid.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Say our colours tawny bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Phœbus was not faire to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet faire Clymen<a name="FNanchor_291_291" id="FNanchor_291_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_291_291" class="fnanchor">[291]</a> did not shunn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bee Mother of his Sonne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">If our beards be rough and long,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Soe had Hercules the strong:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet Deianier,<a name="FNanchor_292_292" id="FNanchor_292_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_292_292" class="fnanchor">[292]</a> with many a kisse,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Joyn'd her tender lipps to his.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If our bodies hayry bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mars as rugged was as wee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet did Ilia<a name="FNanchor_293_293" id="FNanchor_293_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_293_293" class="fnanchor">[293]</a> think her grac'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to be by Mars imbrac'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Say our feet ill-fauored are,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Cripples leggs are worse by farre:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet faire Venus, during life,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was the lymping Vulcan's wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Breefly, if by nature we<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But imperfect creatures be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinke not our defects so much,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Celestial Powers be such.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But you Nymphes, whose veniall loue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loue of gold alone doth moue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though you scorne vs, yet for gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your base loue is bought and sold.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="ph3">
finis.<br />
</p>
<hr class="full" />
<p class="ph3">FOOTNOTES:</p>
<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> MS. "seeme to loue thee." D.</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> Own. G.</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> Gross. G.</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> Blaming, censure. G. [i.e. censuring of individuals. MS.
"priuate talkinge." Compare the Induction to The Knight of the Burning
Pestle:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Fly from hence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All private taxes!" &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
Beaumont and Fletcher's <span class="smcap">Works</span>, ii., 136, ed. Dyce. D.]</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> MS. "carrieth." G.</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> Other editions "particular": and so MS. G.</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> MS. "Wherefore ... disclose." D.</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> 'Fine, richly dressed.' D.</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 our Introductory-Note it is stated that the original
edition of the 'Epigrams' is undated. From contemporary allusions the
date is determined to have been prior to 1598. Among these allusions
is an 'Epigram' by E. Guilpin in his 'Skialetheia' [1598] on the same
subject with this by Davies. It follows here:
</p>
<p class="center">
TO CANDIDUS [<span class="smcap">Epigram.</span>] 20.
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Friend Candidus, thou often doost demaund<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What humours men by gulling understand:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our English Martiall hath full pleasantly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In his close nips describde a gull to thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'le follow him, and set downe my conceit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What a gull is: oh word of much receit!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, whose indiscretion<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cracks his purse strings to be in fashion;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, who is long in taking roote<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In baraine soyle, where can be but small fruite:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, who runnes himselfe in debt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For twelue dayes wonder, hoping so to get;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, whose conscience is a block,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not to take interest, but wastes his stock:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, who cannot haue a whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But brags how much he spends upon her score:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, that for commoditie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Payes tenne times ten, and sells the same for three:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a gull, who passing finicall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Peiseth each word to be rhetoricall:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to conclude, who selfe conceitedly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thinkes al men guls: ther's none more gull then he." G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> See Note on Epigram 28. G.</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> Malone has cited this passage (Shakespeare by Boswell
iii. 81) and, if he explains it rightly, the allusion is to one of the
two boxes (sometimes called <i>private boxes</i>) which were situated on
each side of the balcony or upper stage. D.</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> Other editions (as the Isham) 'doubtfull.' G.</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> Other editions (as the Isham) 'thither.' G.</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> MS. "Thinkinge." D.</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> MS. "In meritriculas [<i>sic</i>] Londinensis." D.</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> MS. "Ware." D.</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> MS. "dissolv'd." D.</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> "Rabble, set." D.</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> MS. "discerninge." D.</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> MS. "straight would." D. Isham 'thus would.' G.</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> Mr. Dyce corrects (as Isham) to 'Titum' and line 1st
'Titus.' G.</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> MS. "Valient." G.</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> Viz., of Sir Christopher Hatton, whose huge and splendid
monumental-tomb was long one of the London sights for country cousins.
Col. Cunningham (<i>in loco</i>) adds "It was erected in St. Paul's
Cathedral, and Bishop Corbet says was "higher than the host and altar."
G.</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> Recently described by <span class="smcap">Smiles</span> in his Lives of the
Engineers. <i>s. v.</i> G.</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> It is curious to find the article '<i>the</i>' Elephant.
Coriat later gave his own portrait showing himself on the back of an
elephant, as a great wonder, in one of his travel title-pages. But
query—Is it the famous inn named by Shakespeare: "I could not find
him at the Elephant" (Twelfth Night, iv. 3)? Col. Cunningham (as
before) assuming it is the animal that is meant, annotates thus: "The
Elephant was an object of great wonder and long remembered. A curious
illustration of this is found in <i>The Metamorphosis of the Walnut
Tree</i>, written about 1645, where the poet [William Basse] brings trees
of all descriptions to the funeral, particularly a gigantic oak—
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The youth of these our tymes that did behold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This motion strange of this unwieldy plant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now boldly brag with us that are more old,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That of our age they no advantage want,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though <i>in our youth we saw an elephant</i>. G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> Debtors' prison. G.</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> Other editions "Powles," and Isham 'Poules.' G. MS.
"Powels." D.</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> Mr. Dyce reads 'Katam': being feminine the poet is here
put right. G.</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> MS. "Knowne this towne 7 years." Isham "he hath beene in
towne 7 yeeres." G.</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> 'Swiude' from Isham: other editions ——. G.</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> MS. "wearing of that." D.</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> MS. "lynes." D.</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> = Quintus's wit. G.</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> Mislikt? G.</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> Isham 'wanders.' G.</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> Isham 'Hence is it.' G.</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> Isham 'a.' G.</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> Isham 'a hundreth.' G.</p></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> Isham 'like.' G.</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> Isham 'forsook.' G.</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> Isham 'eke.' G.</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> Mr. Dyce says here "something has dropt out," the line
being a foot short, I have supplied 'I've lost.' G.</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> <i>Sic</i>, but should be Faustum (1st line) and is so given
by Mr. Dyce and Isham. G.</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> MS. "ranging." G.</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> Mastiff. D. [This is an error. A 'mastiff' is not a
grumbling dog, and 'masty' is = fatted, and here answers apparently to
the over-fed vicious pet. See <i>Maste</i>, Prompt. Parv. & p. 151 (Way's
ed.)] G.</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> Isham 'saist.' G.</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> 'And as' not in Isham, and being superfluous left out. G.</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> Supplied from MS. by Mr. Dyce. Isham 'oft.' G.</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> MS. 'Geron, his.' D. Isham 'Geron whose.' G.</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> Isham corrects the misprint 'yeares,' and of 'time' in
next line. G.</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> Isham 'odde.' G.</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> The reading in our text, and in all the editions,
including Isham, is 'seene': but above from MS, as rhyming with
Newhaven seems preferable. Newhaven was formerly called Havre de Grace.
All the date-events are commonplaces of History. G.</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> Ill-natured. D. [This is a good-natured explanation. I
fear that in this place it means more and worse, though in the Taming
of the Shrew we have Kate the curst, without the slightest imputation
on her moral character, or any allusion to anything but her vixen
temper. G.]</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> MS. "for newes."—The first edition [and Isham] reads
'from Mins': the other two as <i>above</i>. Mins' (which perhaps should
be written Min's) is, I presume, the name of some person who kept an
Ordinary where gaming was practised. D.</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> Isham 'a.' 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> <i>Sic</i>: but should be, as Isham, Ciprium: Mr. Dyce reads
Cyprium. 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> Died October 7th, 1577. His Works have been worthily
collected by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt in his Roxburghe Library. 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> MS. "notes." D. [first edition and Isham "lookes": others
as <i>above</i>. 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> In first edition and Isham "Knowing" and MS. 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> Foolish. 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> Dyce's text is 'he': but 'to' is often in Davies' time
printed for 'too.' Isham 'Which perceiuing.' 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> Isham 'scarphes.' 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> Isham 'false brayes.' In this place I have restored the
reading 'false-brayes' of the 1st edition and of the MS, rejecting
'false-baits' of 2nd and 3rd editions. There is no such word in
military engineering or fortification; but there is 'fausse-braye ' or
'false-braye.' There is a not very intelligible description in Bailey's
Dictionary. 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> With this passage compare the following lines:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"See Captaine Martio he i' th' 'Renounce me' band,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in the middle region doth stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wo' th' reputation steele! Faith, lets remoue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into his ranke (of such discourse you loue):<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee'l tell of basilisks, trenches, retires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of pallizadoes, parapets, frontires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of caluerins, and baricadoes too.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What to bee harquebazerd, to lie in perdue," &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
Fitzgeoffrey's <i>Notes from Black-Friars'</i> Sig. <span class="smcap">E</span> 7, a portion
of the volume entitled <i>Certain Elegies</i>, &c., ed. 1620. See our
Memorial-Introduction for an impudent appropriation of this epigram. 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> MS. "forginge." D. Isham 'foorching.' 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> Other editions and MS. "Withernams": Isham 'whither
names.' 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> Isham 'vnderstanding either.' 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> Drayton is here meant. [Malone's Manuscript-note in
Bodleian copy. 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> [Ben] Jonson told Drummond "That S[ir] J[ohn] Davies
played in ane Epigrame on Drayton's, who in a sonnet, concluded his
Mistress might [have] been the Ninth [Tenth] Worthy; and said, he
used a phrase like Dametas in [Sir Philip Sidney's] Arcadia, who
said For wit his Mistresse might be a gyant." 'Notes of Ben Jonson's
conversations with William Drummond, of Hawthornden,' p. 15 (Shakespere
Society). The sonnet by Drayton, which our author here ridicules, is as
follows:
</p>
<p class="center">
"TO THE CELESTIALL NUMBERS.
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Vnto the World, to Learning, and to Heauen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three Nines there are, to euery one a Nine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One Number of the Earth, the other both Diuine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One Woman now makes three odde numbers euen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nine Orders first of Angels be in Heauen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nine Muses doe with Learning still frequent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These with the Gods are euer Resident;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nine Worthy Ones vnto the World were giuen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Worthy One to these Nine Worthies addeth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my faire Muse one Muse vnto the Nine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my good Angell (in my soule Diuine)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one more Order these Nine Orders gladdeth:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Muse, my Worthy, and my Angell, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes euery one of these three Nines a Ten."<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> Isham reads badly 'woorthly.' 'Laide.' G. <i>Idea</i>: Sonnet
18 ed. 8vo. n. d. D.</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> The other editions, as Isham and MS., 'an.' G.</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> MS. 'cut.' D. [This is unquestionably the right word,
not 'out.' Whether 'cut-lawne apron' meant curiously shaped like
"the sleeves curiously cut" of Katharine's dress: or whether it was
cut-wove lawn, lawn embroidered by cutting out holes and sewing them
round, seems uncertain,—probably the latter. G.]</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> MS. 'sweete.' D.</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> Isham again badly 'ilfauoted.' 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> In first edition and Isham, "then doth he this." G. [MS.
"he doth all this." D.]</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> MS. "valiant and all-daring." D. [First edition, "braue,
most all daring." 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> MS. "Knight." D.</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> Isham, 'dare.' 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> Hospital: or query prison? So late as Thomson's "Castle
of Indolence" (c I. 77) we have the word: "all the diseases which the
<i>spittles</i> know." 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> Probably most readers are aware that it was formerly
the custom of gallants to smoke tobacco on the stage, during the
performance, either lying on the rushes or sitting upon hired stools.
D. [In Hutton's 'Satyres' and 'Epigrams' (1619) well edited by
<span class="smcap">Rimbault</span> for the Percy Society, there are various passages
illustrative of above, <i>e.g.</i>
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Dine with Duke Humfrey in decayed Paules"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Confound the streetes with chaos of old braules,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dancing attendance on the Black-friers stage<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Call for a stoole with a commanding rage, &c. [pp. 68, 69.] Cf.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
Also Ben Jonson's <i>Devil is an Ass</i> (1616) who censures the conduct of
the gallants allowed seats on the stage. 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> Mr. Dyce spells Heywodum. John Heywood's Epigrammes
accompany his Proverbs: 1562. 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> 1st edition, 'which in epigrams did;' Isham 'which did.'
[The Epigrams of John Heywood are well known. An allusion to this
epigram of Davies occurs in Sir John Harington's <i>Metamorphosis of
Ajax</i>, 1596: "This Heywood for his proverbs and epigrams is not yet
put down by any of our country, though one [<i>Marginal Note</i>, M[aster]
Davies doth indeed come near him, that graces him the more in saying
he puts him down," p. 41, edition 1814. (In the same work we find,
"But, as my good M. Davies said of his epigrams, that they were made,
like doublets in Birchin-lane, for every one whom they will serve, &c.
p. 133. D.] [I add from <span class="smcap">T. Bastard's</span> 'Chrestoleros' [Lib. II:
Epigram 15] an answer to this:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heywood goes downe saith Dauis, sikerly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And downe he goes, I can it not deny:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But were I happy did not fortune frowne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were I in heart I would sing Dauy downe.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>Cf. also lib. iii. Ep. 3. Mr. <span class="smcap">Dyce</span> also quotes from Freeman's
<i>Rubbe and a great Cast</i>, 1614. 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> Breeches. D.</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> This is not Decius of Epig. 25, who was Drayton, but
(eheu!) Samuel Daniel. Cf. Epig. 45, and relative note. On the elephant
(l. 5) see note on Epig. 6. 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> Isham badly 'a goe.' 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> Id est, horse's [the word means properly—a docked
horse.] So much may be found in various books concerning Banks and his
wonderful horse, that any account of them is unnecessary here. D. [The
'wonderful horse' is referred to by Shakespeare. 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> Lien, lain. D.</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> Col. Cunningham emends 'himself' for 'myself'; but the
'whipping of' (l. 4) is = by: and Davies' wish is that he wielded the
rods on Francus. 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> Mr. Dyce reads 'Helen's' and confirms from Milton's Comus
(1675)—
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
In first edition there is a misprint "Hekens": in the other editions,
as <i>above</i> "Heauens": in MS. "helvs": Isham 'Heuens.' Helen is
admissible, but 'Heavens' what Davies himself printed. See the poem
on Tobacco among the hitherto unpublished poems, of which the Epigram
seems only a first rough draft—and relative note.</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> Isham 'which.' 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> Isham badly 'brought.' 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> MS. 'subtle.' D. [Substantial is here = partaking of the
substance or essence, or, as we say, properties peculiar to tobacco—a
fume holding in it the virtues or substance of the tobacco. The MS.
'subtle' may be regarded as an Author's variant, especially as it is
also found in 'Tobacco' among the hitherto unpublished poems, onward.
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> Mr. Dyce quotes an 'Epigramma' of Sir Thomas More, which,
is headed
</p>
<p>"<i>Medicinæ ad tollendos fœtores, anhelitus, provenientes a cibis
quibusdam.</i>"</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">"Sectile ne tetros porrum tibi spiret odores,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Protenus a porro fac mihi cepe vores.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Denuo fœtorem si vis depellere cepæ,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Hoc facile efficient allia mansa tibi.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Spiritus at si post etiam gravis allia restat,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Aut nihil, aut tantum tollere <i>merda</i> potest."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center"><i>T. Mori Lucubrationes.</i> &c., p. 261, edition 1563. 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> Isham 'so smooth.' 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> That is, Crassus's lies. 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> Isham 'Gentleman.' 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> See our Memorial-Introduction with reference to
Wordsworth's splendid filling up of this earlier sketch. 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> Isham 'his.' 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> Isham 'hearkening.' 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> 1st edition and Isham, 'marke.' 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> Isham 'debter poore.' 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> No doubt some Ordinary near St. Giles, Cripplegate.
Isham 'Gilles.' 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> Isham 'then.' G.</p></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> Bourse, = Exchange. 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> 1st edition and Isham and MS. 'flying.' 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> Groningen. 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> Conquered and added to or 'taken in' with other
conquests. 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> To the truly 'illustrious' <span class="smcap">Vere</span>—one of the
noblest of England's earlier generals—<span class="smcap">Dr. Richard Sibbes</span>
dedicated his 'Soul's Conflict' in very loving words to him and his
Lady. See my edition of <span class="smcap">Sibbes</span> <i>in loco</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> Isham once more badly 'conquerie.' 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> This couplet is given by Mr. Dyce from the MS.: the
Isham has it. 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> Recently: the MS. reads 'that is of late.' 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> In our author's days, it was a common practice for
persons, before setting out on their travels, to deposit a sum of
money, on condition of receiving large interest for it on their
return: if they never returned, the deposit was forfeited. Innumerable
allusions to 'putters out' occur in the works published during the
reigns of Elizabeth and James. D.</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> That is, to the Bear-Garden on the Bank-side, Southwark.
D. Near the Globe Theatre: referred to as Palace garden by Hutton, as
before. Isham reads badly 'parish.' The Theatre at Paris Garden stood
almost exactly at what is now the Surrey starting place of Blackfriars
Bridge. In 1632 Donald Lupton in his <i>London and the Country
Carbonadoed</i> says of it, "Here come few that either regard their credit
or loss of time; the swaggering Roarer; the amusing Cheater; the
swearing Drunkard; and the bloody Butcher have their rendezvous here,
and are of the chiefe place and respect." (Col. Cunningham's Marlowe,
p. 365). G.</p></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> Isham 'amongst the dogges and beares.' 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> Breeches. 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> Misprinted 'countrey shall': Qu—country-Hall, as above?
Isham 'country Hall.' 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> Dunged. D.</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> Isham badly 'forsake.' 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> Plowden. D.</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> Harry Hunkes and Sacarson were two bears at
Paris-garden: the latter was the more famous, and is mentioned by
Shakespeare in <i>The Merry Wives of Windsor</i>, Act I., sc. 1. D. Isham
'Sakersone.' 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> Daniel, I believe: [Malone's Manuscript note in Bodlean
copy. See Epigram 30. G.] Mr. Dyce adds here, "I am sorry to believe
that by Dacus (who is spoken of with great contempt in Epigram xxx.)
our author means Samuel Daniel: but the following lines in that very
pleasing writer's <i>Complaint of Rosamond</i> (which was first printed in
1592) certainly would seem to be alluded to here,
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ah beauty syren, faire enchanting good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet, silent rhetorique of perswading eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Dumb eloquence</i>, whose power doth moue the blood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More then the words or wisdom of the wise, &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
1611, p. 39,—Daniel's <i>Certaine Small Works</i>, &c. 1611.") 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> See note on this under Epigram 43. 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> Isham 'Pease.' 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> Isham 'so.' 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> See note on this under Epigram 30. 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> Isham corrects 'Hay' here with 'hogge.' 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> That is 'Lepidus's printed dog.' The following epigram
by Sir John Harington determines that he is the Lepidus of this
passage, and that his favourite dog Bungey is the "printed dog." In
a compartment of the engraved title-page to Harington's <i>Orlando
Furioso</i>, 1591, is a representation of Bungey (see too the Annotations
on Book xli. of that poem); and hence he is termed by Davies the
"printed dog."
</p>
<p class="center">
"AGAINST MOMUS, IN PRAISE OF HIS DOG BUNGEY."
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Because a witty writer of this time<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth make some mention in a pleasant rime<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Lepidus and of his famous dog,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou, Momus, that dost loue to scoffe and cog,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prat'st amongst base companions, and giv'st out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That unto me herein is meant a flout.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hate makes thee blind, Momus: I dare be sworn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He meant to me his loue, to thee his scorn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Put on thy envious spectacles, and see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom doth he scorn therein, the dog or me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dog is grac'd, comparèd with great Banks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both beasts right famous for their pretty pranks;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although in this I grant the dog was worse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He only fed my pleasure, not my purse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet that same dog, I may say this and boast it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He found my purse with gold when I haue [had] lost it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now for myself: some fooles (like thee) may judge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That at the name of Lepidus I grudge:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No sure; so far I think it from disgrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wisht it cleare to me and to my race.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lepus, or Lepos, I in both haue part;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in my name I beare, this in mine heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Momus, I perswade myself that no man<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will deigne thee such a name, English or Roman.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ile wage a but of Sack, the best in Bristo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who cals me Lepid, I will call him Tristo."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
Epigrams, Book iii. Ep. 21. edition folio. D.</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 other editions as Isham, but dropped out
inadvertently from our text. 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> Isham badly 'last.' 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> = plumage. 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> = motley-dressed jester or fool. 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> = foolish. 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> A trisyllable. 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> = were. 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> = slipper-shoes. 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> = serious; and so 'sadly' = seriously, e. g. Skelton:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I have not offended, I trust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If it be <i>sadly</i> discust." G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> = recover (a legal term) 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> This and the three following, are from the celebrated
collection of early English poetry called the 'Poetical Rhapsody' by
Davison. Our text is from the third edition (1621) which in our case is
preferable, as having presumably been revised (in his contributions) by
Sir John: It is to be noted that in this edition the original simple I.
D. is in the second poem changed to Sir I. D., and that to the third
his name is given in full. I have included the Hymn on Music, though
the initials I. D. have been assigned to Dr. John Donne by Sir Egerton
Brydges and others. It seems to me that as (1) I. D. is our Poet's
designation in the 'Rhapsody' throughout, and as (2) the Lines were
not claimed for Donne by himself, or by his son when he collected his
father's Poems—we are warranted in assigning them to Sir John Davies.
Sir Egerton favours their Donne authorship simply because "they seem
rather to partake of the conceits of Donne than of the simple vigour
of Davies" but he forgot the 'Hymnes to Astræa' and 'Orchestra'; which
are in the same vein. It is to be regretted that Sir Nicholas Harris
Nicolas <i>modernized</i> the text in his reprint of the 'Rhapsody': (2
vols. crown 8vo. 1826, Pickering): and perhaps equally so, that Mr.
Collier in his careful and beautiful private one, has selected the
first incomplete edition. The following is the title-page of the
edition of the 'Rhapsody' used by us:
</p>
<p class="center">DAVISONS<br /><br />
POEMS,<br /><br />
OR<br /><br />
<i>A POETICALL RAPSODIE</i>.<br /><br />
Deuided into sixe Bookes.</p>
<div class="cpoem">
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first, <i>contayning Poems and Deuises</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The second, <i>Sonets and Canzonets</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The third, <i>Pastoralls and Elegies</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fourth, <i>Madrigalls and Odes</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fift, <i>Epigrams and Epitaphs</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sixt, <i>Epistles and Epithalamions</i>.<br /></span>
</div></div></div>
<p class="center">For variety and pleasure, the like neuer<br />
published.<br />
<i>The Bee and Spider by a diuers power,<br />
Sucke hony and poyson from the selfe same flower.</i><br />
The fourth Impression,<br />
Newly corrected and augmented, and put into<br />
a forme more pleasing to the Reader.<br />
London.</p>
<p>
Printed by B. A. for <i>Roger Iackson</i>, 1621 (small 12<sup>o</sup>.) See our
Preface for account of an autograph MS. of "Yet other Twelve Wonders of
the World." 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> 'The earth my faults doth hide.' This recalls the
somewhat irate remonstrance of a bibulous Sexton under the reproaches
of a medical church-warden at a parish-meeting: "O Sir, <i>you</i> are the
last that ever I expected to expose me, seeing I have covered up many
of your faults" (i.e. in the graves of his patients.) 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> = usury. 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> = pinch. 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> = foolish. 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> In Sir Egerton Brydges edition of the Rhapsody this line
stands
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My <i>dying</i> husband knew," &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
an interpolation which, though perhaps called for by the metre, does
not appear to be justified by either of the four editions supposed to
have been printed during the life-time of the original editor. Nicolas.
[True, but as it <i>is</i> found in an autograph MS. of the poem, it is
inserted. See our Preface. 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> See Introductory Note to the first of these Minor Poems,
<i>ante</i>. In Mr. Collier's History of English Dramatic Poetry, Vol.
I. p. 323 <i>seqq.</i> interesting details are given of an Entertainment
to the Queen at Sir Robert Cecil's "newe house in the Strand," at
which she was "royally entertained." From Extracts from a Barrister's
Diary among the Harleian MSS. adduced herein, we glean a notice of
the present Poem, <i>e. g.</i> "Sundry devises at hir entrance: three
women, a maid, a widow and a wife, eache contending [for] their own
states, but the virgin preferred." In Nichols' Progs. of Elizabeth
(iii. 601) the poem is also ascribed on authority of John Chamberlain
to Davies (6th December, 1602). See Letters of Chamberlain published
by <span class="smcap">Camden</span> Society, p. 169: December 23rd, 1602. Miss Sarah
Williams, in her careful edition of <span class="smcap">Chamberlain's</span> Letters
for the Camden Society, by an oversight, has annotated this reference
<i>in loco</i> as to Davies of Hereford. Chamberlain calls it a "pretty
dialogue." The Barrister's Diary <i>supra</i> [Manningham] has been edited
for the Camden Society by the late lamented Mr. John Bruce of London.
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> Misprinted 'sent.' 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> A legal phrase = freedom or liberty. 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> Nicolas, as before, has 'observes.' 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> Nicolas, as before, reads 'net.' 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> The reference is to the wavy or vandyked cutting of the
vellum MS. whereby the one copy fits into the other. Recently two very
ancient MSS. were thus unexpectedly brought together in H. M. Public Record Office. 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> = cultivated. 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> Cf. 'Orchestra,' Vol. I., page 192, with relative note.
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> = in the fabric. 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> = peer. 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> In the previous editions of the Rhapsody, this line has
always been imputed to the Wife, and the following one to the Widow;
but as throughout the Contention each party praises her own state,
whilst she ridicules that of the other, the transposition in the text
appeared to be imperiously called for. Nicolas.</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> By the rule of note 8, Wife seems necessary to be here
prefixed; but see our Memorial-Introduction for a critical notice of
this and other portions. 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> = alloy. 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> It was long a "Vulgar Error" that certain 'christall
glasses' flew into bits on poison being put into them. G.</p></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> See Introductory-note to the preceding poem. 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> This Lottery was presented to the Queen in the year
1602, at York House, the residence of Thomas Egerton, Lord Keeper, not
in 1601, as stated in Nichols' <i>Progresses</i>, vol iii. p. 570. See our
Memorial-Introduction for authority for this correction, and for the
names of the ladies who drew the successive 'lots,' and also other
points. <span class="smcap">Collier</span>, as before, in a strangely curious remark,
supposes these lottery verses may be Samuel Rowland's "When gossips
meet," and as strangely does not connect them with Davies' name at all.
He, however, supplies interesting <i>memorabilia</i>, relating to these
Elizabethan Entertainments. He mis-names the poet-compiler of the
'Rhapsody' throughout, Davidson.</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> Or <i>Caract</i>, a large ship. Chaucer speaks of Satan
having "a tayle, broder than of a Carrike is the sayl." Sir Walter
Raleigh,—a contributor to the <i>Rhapsody</i>,—observes "in which river
the largest <i>Carack</i> may, &c." Nicolas.</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> Mr. Nichols, in his <i>Progresses of Queen Elizabeth</i>, cites the<br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">following passage from a speech made at her entertainment at Cowdray,</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">to prove that the line in the text was an "olde saying."</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Madame it is an olde saying '<i>There is no fishing to the sea, nor</i></span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>service to the King</i>;' but it holds when the sea is calm, and the King</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">virtuous."... Vol. iii., pp. 95-571. Nicolas. The sense is</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">that there is no fishing to be compared (in result) to sea-fishing, nor</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">any service to be compared with the king's. G.</span></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> Manningham, in the original MS., has these variants: l. 1,
'hath sent'; l. 2, 'A plaine.' 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> Manningham, as before, has 'word doth'—a reading which
brings it more into accord with the language of the times, 'word'
being then used for a sentence of import, impressa, or posy. He has
also 'fit' for 'hit.' 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> Manningham again reads here:—
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">... "to you in double challenge sends<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For you hath fools and flatterers hir best friends." G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> A tagged lace used for attaching and keeping up or
together various parts of the dress. 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> Manningham reads, "With Fortune's ... happy may you be."
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> <i>Ibid</i>, 'thought.' G.</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> = worked openings in the dress. 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> Manningham has 'scisser case,' which shows the scissors
were in a case. He also reads 'you be borne.' 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> <i>Ibid</i>, 'may be.' Then l. 2 was first as in text, but
over 'Till that day' is inserted above 'Till Fortune come,' though the
latter is not erased. 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> A small muff for Winter-wear. <i>Ibid</i> in heading and l.
1, 'Mufkin': in l. 2 'It will be.' G.</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> <i>Ibid</i>, this variant:—
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And yet they spend it worst that watch it most." G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> See Introductory-Note to the first of these Minor Poems.
I include this 'Canzonet' because originally it bore the initials of
Davies' other pieces in the 'Rhapsody,' viz., I. D. 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> Qu: sound? or it may be = their circular movement (supposed).
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> In my edition of Donne I have assigned these Ten Sonnets
to him, but for reasons given in Memorial-Introduction now reclaim
them for Davies. Our text is as with the others from the 'Rhapsody' of
1621, where they are numbered in the class of sonnets xxxiv. to xlii.
They were originally signed Melophilus. The various readings are merely
orthographical. 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> From "Ovid's Banquet of | <span class="smcap">SENCE.</span> | A Coronet
for his Mistresse Philosophie, and his amorous | <i>Zodiacke</i>. | With a
translation of a Latine coppie, | written by a Fryer, Anno Dom. 1400.
| <i>Quis leget hæc? Nemo Hercule Nemo, | vel duo vel nemo.</i> Persius. |
<span class="smcap">At London</span>, | Printed by J. R. for Richard Smith. <i>Anno Dom.</i>
1595. | " See our Memorial-Introduction. 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> From close of 'A New Post' consisting of 'Essayes' by
Sir John Davies. See Prose Works in Fuller Worthies' Library. 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> = traitors [treacherous]. 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> I take this Sonnet from Collier's 'Bibliographical
Catalogue' <i>sub nomine</i> (Vol. I. p. 192). It is thus introduced by
him: "It is stated correctly by the biographers of [Sir] John Davys
that he was patronized by Lord Ellesmere, and among the papers of his
lordship is preserved the following autograph Sonnet, which appears to
have been addressed to the Lord Chancellor, on the death of his second
wife in 1599." Further: The following note is appended, also in the
hand-writing of Sir John Davys:—"A French writer (whom I love well)
speakes of 3 kindes of Companions, Men, Women, and Bookes: the losse
of this second makes you retire from the first: I have, therefore,
presumed to send y<sup>r</sup>. L<sup>p</sup> one of the third kind, w<sup>ch</sup> (it may
bee), is a straunger to your L<sup>p</sup>. yet I persuade me his conversation
will not be disagreeable to y<sup>r</sup> L<sup>p</sup>." See Memorial-Introduction for
notices of Ellesmere and his wives. 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> From "Englands Helicon":
</p>
<p class="center">Casta placent superis<br />
pura cum Veste venite,<br />
Et manibus puris<br />
sumite fontis aquam.<br />
At London<br /><br />
Printed by I. R. for <i>Iohn Flasket</i>, and are<br />
to be sold in St. Paules Church-yard, at the<br />
signe | of the Beare. 1600. | [40.]<br />
E 3 (verso)
</p>
<p>
The Davies authorship of this little lilt, is confirmed by a
contemporary (Harleian) MS. list of contributors to England's Helicon
(280), wherein his name is placed against it. 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> In my Fuller Worthies' Library edition of Davies, I
inserted above Riddle as kindly sent me by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt, from the
"Philosopher's Banquet": 2d edition, 1614, p. 261. In its text l. 6
'he' is spelled 'hee,' and 'ay' is 'yea.' 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> There is a title here, "The Psalmes translated into
verse, Anno Domini 1624." 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> 'rest' is written and erased here. 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> An illegible word erased here. 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> = wight. 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> This 'not' is self-evidently required. 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> = pitched. Henry More in one of his Hymns uses the word:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lord stretch Thy tent in my straight breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Enlarge it downward, that sure rest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May there be <i>pight</i>."<br /></span>
<span class="i10">G.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</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> Written here, as elsewhere, not by the contraction-sign
of the plural 'es' but in full. 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> Another example in the MS., of the plural 'es' in
contraction-sign, preceded by 'e.' 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> Another example of 'e' before the contraction-sign of
'es.' 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> In full 'es' here, as before. Having now given several
examples of the arbitrary use of the 's,' and 'es' in full and by
contraction-sign, it will not be needful to note more in the sequel. 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> A later handwriting substitutes for the respective
rhymes of this couplet 'proceed' and 'right indeed.' 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> = surround: as 'trihumph' for triumph. Cf. Psalm xxxv.
line 37. 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> Inadvertently written 'cleare.' 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> 'My' written and erased here. 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> 'Wal' is supplied in a more recent hand. 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> In the MS. following on the line "God's way ......
fire," is this:
</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"All those that trust in Him will He vphold."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
The Original enables us to see that this was a variation not settled
on. The first form was evidently as in the text, but the second line,
"Hee heals," &c., not being quite the thought of the Original, Davies
went nearer it in the new line, "All those," &c., thinking perhaps of
varying the first line to "tride as gold;" but on reflection, seeing
that was bad, left it as at first, albeit he must have neglected to
cancel "All those," &c. I have not hesitated to withdraw a line the
retention of which would leave it without its fellow. 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> The MS. reads 'sute' but as above, Query—contracted for
'smite'? 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> = their. 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> = pitched, as <i>ante</i>. 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 later hand has placed above this, 'wight': which is
only a different spelling. Mr. Bruce, (as before) adds Qu: It seeme
to have stood originally 'weigh.' The Corrector added a 't' and then
perhaps thinking it not quite clear, or not liking the incorrect
spelling, wrote 'wight' above it. 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> I add 'eous' to 'right' of the MS. agreeably to
the Prayer Book version—"and bring me forth in the paths of
righteousness." 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> Though not written with the contraction-sign of 'es'
it is spelled therewith. The measure requires 'neare' to be read as a
bi-syllable. 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> 'face' previously written and erased. 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> 'Shame' for 'sinne:' but also erased. 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> The Kadesh of our Authorised Version is spelled Cades in
the Prayer Book. 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> = re-led. 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> With reference to the 'es' here and elsewhere, it is
given only when written in full and not by contraction-sign: the
latter, except where the rhythm demands it, is represented by the
simple 's' of our modern plural. Cf. prefatory Note to these 'Psalms,'
<i>ante</i>. 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> 'sadnes' written and erased here. 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> I am uncertain whether this is 'But' or 'Out.' 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> In MS. another example of the contraction-sign of 'es'
with 'e' preceding. Cf. prefatory Note, as <i>supra</i>. 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> This word has been altered in the MS. by the (original)
writer, and the reading cannot be very certainly made out; but I read
pay'st = plenteously rewarded. 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> Qu: = sphere? 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> = 'bough.' 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> Written with a small 'g': the Scribe varies much in
this. We have given the capital uniformly in Divine names, nouns and
pronouns. 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> 'Ware' written and erased. G.</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> = to wry the mouth. 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> Cf. Psalm xviii, l. 8. 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> Miswritten 'thou' in the MS. 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> 'Shall' written and erased. 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> Another example of 'e' before 'es' as <i>ante</i>. 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> Miswritten 'their.' 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> Another example of 'e' preceding the contraction 'es,'
as also on line 5th below this, in 'workes,' and in Psalm xli, line
19th, 'evenings.' See prefatory Note to these Psalms. 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> 'On my' written here and erased. 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> 'Life from thee' written and erased. G.</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> 'O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee' written and
erased. 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> 'Mee' miswritten. 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> 'Thy' miswritten and corrected in a later hand. 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> = Through the 'vertue' of Thy name, <i>i.e.</i>, through
Thee. The original is 'And in Thy name.' 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> 'Become' written and erased. 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> Spelled 'Shawdowes' and corrected. 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> Miswritten 'warr.' 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> 'Judgement' written here and erased. 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> A later hand substitutes another line, 'And while we
live, our only guide shall be.' 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> 'Unto' written and the 'un' erased. 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> The MS. begins here with 'and': but is struck out. 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> I have filled in 'may' as evidently overlooked, and as
it is the word of the prose version: a later hand has written 'will'
and another 'for' in the place of 'That.' 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> The Manuscript thus far is in one handwriting: and since
the prefatory Note to these Psalms was written, I have discovered
among the Harleian MSS. a very remarkable document by Sir John Davies,
viz. his "Plea spoken at the Bar of the House of Lords" on "the King's
power to impose Ship-money," (126. B 10-4266) and it is <i>identically
the same holograph with that of these Fifty Psalms</i>, presenting
precisely the same forms and contractions throughout. So that the
Scribe of the one must have been the Scribe of the other: no doubt
one of Sir John's Secretaries or 'men,' as he himself calls them. I
shall give above important historical Paper—which never has been
published, or even referred to, so far as I am aware—in my edition
of <span class="smcap">Davies'</span> Prose Works. Meanwhile I need not point out how
valuable is this additional verification of the Davies authorship of
our Manuscript—that is in so far as the Psalms up to L. are concerned.
I stand in doubt of his authorship of the remainder; but see our
Memorial-Introduction on this.
</p>
<p>
The Psalms that follow have interposed a half-page and one leaf, blank,
and another leaf, filled with the secular Poems that succeed them: but
it was deemed better to place all the Psalms together. These other
Psalms have the same orthography: but the hand-writing is different
and plainer. It will be noticed that Psalm L. <i>supra</i>, is
imperfect, extending only to v. 13. 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> 'Nations' written and erased. 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> 'W<sup>th</sup>' written and erased. 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> Noon? 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> <i>Sic.</i> Qu: = departs? 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> Written in the centre of the page XCV. 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> = cease. 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> 'to mankind for' written here and erased: 'doth consist'
and its corresponding rhyme two lines below, 'persist,' written in a
later hand. Originally the former line read 'But God's sweet kindness
to mankind for euer,' and to rhyme with this, the corresponding line
ended with 'perseuer.' 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> Scala = ladder. 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> The preceding are in a third handwriting. 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> Miswritten 'drop' in MS. 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> At bottom of this page in the MS. 'Thomas Bakewell' is
scribbled twice. 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> Written 'x'ested.</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> Miswritten 'There is a tale then.' 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> Miswritten 'ye.' 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> Two preceding are apparently in the same handwriting
with those before them. 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> Miswritten 'y<sup>r</sup>.' 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> Qu: Grains? 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> Miswritten 'strainest' in MS. 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> 'heavenly' written and erased. 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> Spelled here and elsewhere 'y<sup>u</sup>.' It may be noted
here, that throughout these Poems, as with the Psalms, my rule has
been to extend mere contraction-forms. The few left have a place for
philological ends. A kind of flourish at the end of a number of words,
I was disposed to regard as intended to represent 's,' but instances
occur in the MS. to show that it is a mere ornamental addition: and so
I leave it unrepresented. 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> Founthill or Fonthill in Wilts. See Prefatory Note to
these hitherto unpublished MSS. 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> Cf. Harleian MS. lines 'Of Tobacco' in Epigrams pp.
32-35, <i>ante</i>. 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> Miswritten 'Honnour.' 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> Cf. an Epigram 'Of Tobacco,' 36. The first edition
thereof in its reading 'Hekens' is an obvious misprint, probably
through Davies' ill writing. The reading here 'Nepen y<sup>e</sup> Hellens' in
the MS. is a scribe's misreading of 'Nepen<i>the</i> Hellen's'—he having
taken the ending 'the' for the article. Both point to the true reading,
'Nepenthe Helen's drink.' It is impossible that a scholar like Davies
could have supposed 'Nepenthe' to be the drink of the gods, and equally
impossible that he could have thought it drink of the Hellenes. 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> Rheum. 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> The handwriting of the six preceding pieces seems to be
the same. 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> = freckled? 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> Miswritten 'with which.' 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> Miswritten 'they.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_268_268" id="Footnote_268_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_268_268"><span class="label">[268]</span></a> = more serious. See Vol. I., p. 160, and related Note in
Postscript. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_269_269" id="Footnote_269_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_269_269"><span class="label">[269]</span></a> <i>Sic</i>: <i>not</i> peircinge. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_270_270" id="Footnote_270_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_270_270"><span class="label">[270]</span></a> From the autograph MS. in All Souls' College, Oxford,
MS. 155. W. W. 11, 26, fol. 72, <i>a</i> and <i>b</i>. The contractions of the
MS. have been expanded, but <i>u</i> and <i>v</i> are reproduced. This full
holograph of 'The Kinge's Welcome,' while it supersedes the short and
imperfect copy from Dr. Laing's MS.—as first printed in our F. W. L.
edition—confirms the authorship thereof. The abbreviated copy is also
given after this one, as it is expedient to reproduce the MS. in its
integrity. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_271_271" id="Footnote_271_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_271_271"><span class="label">[271]</span></a> Miswritten 'them.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_272_272" id="Footnote_272_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_272_272"><span class="label">[272]</span></a> The allusion is to the storm on her voyage to Scotland
in 1590. Cf. Constable's Sonnet to the King of Scots. See our
Memorial-Introduction on these Lines. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_273_273" id="Footnote_273_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_273_273"><span class="label">[273]</span></a> The six preceding pieces and the 'Elegiecall Epistle'
are in the same handwriting with the 'Maid's hymne in praise of
Virginity.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_274_274" id="Footnote_274_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_274_274"><span class="label">[274]</span></a> These two are in a new and apparently less-trained
handwriting. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_275_275" id="Footnote_275_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_275_275"><span class="label">[275]</span></a> This use of 'alas' was common contemporaneously, and
especially by the Puritan divines. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_276_276" id="Footnote_276_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_276_276"><span class="label">[276]</span></a> I am not quite certain as to this word. It may be
'pust': query from pus = poisonous matter? and so intended to
characterize ambition? G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_277_277" id="Footnote_277_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_277_277"><span class="label">[277]</span></a> A pun on the open mouth of wonder and curiosity. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_278_278" id="Footnote_278_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_278_278"><span class="label">[278]</span></a> Imitative word, as the 'chirr' of the grasshopper. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_279_279" id="Footnote_279_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_279_279"><span class="label">[279]</span></a> An unrecorded word. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_280_280" id="Footnote_280_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_280_280"><span class="label">[280]</span></a> Folk-lore, as in Herrick, &c. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_281_281" id="Footnote_281_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_281_281"><span class="label">[281]</span></a> = the last milk drawn from a cow in milking: same as
strippings. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_282_282" id="Footnote_282_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_282_282"><span class="label">[282]</span></a> = rennets—a kind of apple? G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_283_283" id="Footnote_283_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_283_283"><span class="label">[283]</span></a> = another kind of apple: see Gerard's Herbal, p. 1459
(1636 edn.) G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_284_284" id="Footnote_284_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_284_284"><span class="label">[284]</span></a> A species of apple like 'rennets.' G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_285_285" id="Footnote_285_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_285_285"><span class="label">[285]</span></a> = apple-johns, as in 1, Henry IV., iii. 3: 2, Henry IV.,
ii. 4 (<i>bis</i>). G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_286_286" id="Footnote_286_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_286_286"><span class="label">[286]</span></a> Query, a peach? See Gerard, as before, (p. 1447).
Perse-boom is given as the Low-Dutch name of the peach. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_287_287" id="Footnote_287_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_287_287"><span class="label">[287]</span></a> = Apricot. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_288_288" id="Footnote_288_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_288_288"><span class="label">[288]</span></a> A Diamond.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_289_289" id="Footnote_289_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_289_289"><span class="label">[289]</span></a> = one. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_290_290" id="Footnote_290_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_290_290"><span class="label">[290]</span></a> A Jewell.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_291_291" id="Footnote_291_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_291_291"><span class="label">[291]</span></a> Clymene. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_292_292" id="Footnote_292_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_292_292"><span class="label">[292]</span></a> Deianeira, daughter of Oeneus. G.</p></div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_293_293" id="Footnote_293_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_293_293"><span class="label">[293]</span></a> Mother of Romulus. G.</p></div>
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