Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...

Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...

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TO THE RIGHT NOBLE, AND TRVLY VERTVOVS LADY TEMPERANCE

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To the Courteous Reader.

To the Captious Reader.

Passion and Discretion in Youth and Age.

Discretion.

Passion.

Discretion in Youth.

Passion.

Discretion.

Passion.

Discretion.

Passion in Age.

Discretion in Age.

Passion.

Discretion.

Passion.

Discretion in Age.

A Postscript.

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To his Most Noble and much Reverenced Friend, and Kinsman, Master JOHN STRVT.

To the Jmpartiall Reader.

Passion, and Discretion. The Second Booke.

Passion in Wealth.

Discretion in Wealth.

Passion in Want.

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Passion in Honour.

Discretion in Honour.

Passion and Discretion.

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[Page] [Page] PASSION AND DISCRETION, IN YOVTH, AND AGE.

Here in [...] plaine, and most familiar kind:

You may behold a Combat in the Minde:

Mans differing motions are the jar in question.

The Combatants are Passion; and Discretion

Each striving to be chiefe in the desire.

Or, if you please [...]straine it any higher,

Then here you, partly, may behold the strife

Be [...] the Flesh, and Spirit in this Life,

LONDON, Printed by T. & R. Cotes, for Francis Grove, dwelling on Snow-hill, neere the Sanazens head, without New-gate. 1641.

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TO THE RIGHT NOBLE, AND TRVLY VERTVOVS LADY TEMPERANCE

MOst vertuous Lady, yea, Vertue it selfe, under whose protection to endeavour is most safe: and therefore that is here my most humble suite. I have, as insues, taken in hand to insist upon, or rather to deale with most peremptory, stout, and turbulent Passions. My incounter with such, being countenanced by your selfe, shall minde the more happy successe. Which favour, deare Lady, [Page] shall for ever prove my incouragement, and approve your courtesie, under the shadow of whose wing I shall be sheltred as I walke, from all the searching heat, of accusing hatred; issuing forth the infernall furnace of detraction.

Thus farre presuming, it is, doubtlesse, my duty, to vow you my service: in the performance of which, where I shall faile in act, I trust to fulfill it in desire, and for ever rest.

Your Honours to Command, So long as mine owne to obey: Edward Calver.

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IF men here muse, or faine would know my minde,

Why thus I seeme to invocate the winde:

To answer such, tis not because I see

Men, like the winde, or more inconstant be:

But rather that, what errours here are showne,

The blame of them may thus be all mine owne.

For tis unfit that Infants, mis-begot,

Should Father'd be by such as faulted not.

But if my gentle Patron can inspire,

Then here imagine my intent is higher,

For then she may such heavenly favours show

As earthly Patrons have not to bestow.

But if these fully answer not the question,

Then this I did to imitate the fashion.

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To the Courteous Reader.

REad friends and welcome, you I doe request:

Here's nothing ill, to such as ill detest.

Your stomackes doe not surfet with your meate,

And therefore will not cast up what you eate.

Here you may take a taste, though not be fil'd,

Of such plaine dyet as my store doth yeeld:

Meere simples, or meere simple, if you will:

But you, I know, will censure not so ill:

And therefore to your taste, and stomacke both,

I doe present these dishes comming forth.

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To the Captious Reader.

VVHat, shall I bid thee read, and welcome? no,

It never was intended so by me:

I have no reason to invite my foe:

I made this for my Friend, and not for thee.

But, if, grim Momus, it comes so to passe

That thou shalt read this, and deride it then,

Or flout, or scoffe, what need I care? alas,

Tis but the use thou giv'st to other men:

Nay, tis thy Language, and for it, I hark;

Curres can afford no fairer speech than barke.

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Passion and Discretion in Youth and Age.

WHen that arch light, which makes things made appeare, (neare,

Dame natures Nurse, bright Phoebus doth draw

And from our Clymate, this times guider, Sol

Cals winter backe to the Autarticke Pole:

Then doth our late frost-bitten regions smile,

Our piercing ayre, cold winds and, fruitles soyle,

All suffer change, yea cheerished by the Sun

All things beneath rejoyce in what is done.

The earth puts on its rich, and sweet attyre,

Sweete to the sense, and rich to the desire.

Fish in the waters do both scip and flote:

Birds in the ayre tune a melodious note;

Beasts on the earth, yea Nature seemes to sing

By signes of joy to well-come in the spring.

Now shall these creatures in subjection pent,

Declare such signes and tokens of content,

These sensles creatures glory in this measure,

And in their youth, the spring time take such pleasure?

And shall not I, who hitherto lay hid,

Like Natures pow'r, in winter time, as dead?

In this my spring time have a cheerefull voyce,

Now in my youth be merry and rejoyce?

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Now, in my veines, my late coole blood runs warme:

My former feeble joynts are now growne firme:

My vitall spirits are revivi'd within:

My outward parts to answere them begin:

Yea all my pow'rs are quick; my cheekes are glowing:

Where Nature setteth its perfection showing.

Now shall not I, I say, rejoyce? sure yes;

Contentment cannot be deni'd in this:

Both sense, and reason leaves it without blame:

All creatures living do approve the same.

Then shall I so degenerate from kinde,

Or swarve from sense, and reason in my minde?

Against all reason, liberty, and truth

As to refuse the sweete contents of youth?

No sure, I feele no such desire as this,

I will not thus deprive my selfe of blisse.

Smile then I will upon mine owne desires,

And yeeld to what my tender heart requires:

Let loose my thoughts, unbound my appitite,

And feed my fancie upon each delight.

Nature hath now set beauty in my face,

And with proportion done my body grace:

Rich gemmes each of them and of vertue rare,

But found united are without compare.

Beauty, its very name doth yeeld delight;

Its matchlesse nature soares a greater height:

Yea reacheth to the heavens, from whence it came:

And is on earth the mirror of the same.

Then having this most admirable part,

How highly may I value my desert?

What deepe contentment may I therein take?

And with what favours meet with for its sake?

[Page] For, although I had nothing else to move,

This would perswade, tis seated so above,

Yea Conquer when it list, for where the tryall

Is made by beauty, who can make deniall?

Againe now Noble Fortitude of minde,

With strength of body to my courage joyn'd,

May make me truly glory in the same;

And labour to Eternalize my name,

By valiant enterprises for my Prince:

Or deedes of valour in mine owne defence.

Besides, now learning, knowledge, art, or wit

Are for my apt, and tender yeares most fit:

These be aspiring faculties of praise,

These be the pride, and glory of our dayes.

What greater pleasure can my heart request?

Here may I lift my selfe above the rest,

And smiling, wonder at the vulgar sort,

Whose ignorance doth make my wisedome sport.

Here may I search the secrets of Nature,

And thence, to make mine owne content the greater,

Behold each hidden mystery that lurkes

In the profundity of Natures workes:

Nay, which is higher, thus I may define,

Things above Nature, heavenly and divine.

But had I not these matchlesse gifts of minde;

Nor yet my parts meere bodily, refin'd.

Yet, having but the gifts of fortune lent me,

But store of wealth, but worldly riches plenty,

What need I care? wealth is the onely thing

Which, unto most, doth most contentment bring.

Strength, wit, and beauty, learning; art, and such,

Are in their natures to be valu'd much;

[Page] And, of the truely wise, are so respected:

Yet, without wealth, we find them oft neglected,

If not contemned. Strength is counted vaine:

Beauty deceitfull: wit affords no gaine:

Art's little usefull: Learning's lesse regarded:

Thus things most good, becomes most ill rewarded,

And all because the Authours hand doth place them,

Where wealth affords not countenance to grace them.

Oh precious riches, whatsoere men say,

Wealth is the chiefest earthly god beares sway:

Concludes most cases, of the wise approv'd,

Of most desired, and is best belov'd.

All this is true, and yet, for my part, know

I take no care to gaine such riches though:

My sublime thoughts fly higher, and have wings

Which carry my desires above such things:

And in my heart I count such doters vaine

As for such trifles doe molest their braine,

As earthly riches: which are gain'd with care,

And, being gotten are possest in feare.

The sad imployments of such fretting cares

Are much unfitting for my tender yeares;

And quite against my nature, which, I finde,

Is unto sweeter liberty inclin'd.

My Parents they their youthfull time have spent,

And in their youth, tooke part of youths content:

But now growne staid, and wanton thoughts supprest,

More weighty studyes doe become them best:

Let them take care for getting gaine; not I:

Their saving wisedome must my want supply.

The elder for the younger doth provide,

As by a Law in Nature strictly ty'd:

[Page] Especiall the Parent for the Childe.

It is the care of creatures bruite and wilde

To feede and foster up their young: but then

Much more the care of reasonable men.

And afterward if I a Parent be,

Ile doe for mine, as Parents doe for me.

Ile then be carefull of these outward things:

And slip no meanes that show of profit brings:

But count it duty, as it is indeed,

To make provision for my tender seed.

The meane time Parents will, I hope, be won

To give me lēave to doe as they have done,

To seeke to fit my selfe unto the time,

And, like to all things, flourish in my prime,

Now in my youth be youthfully inclin'd,

With youthfull pleasures satisfie my minde,

And take those freedomes due unto my state;

Youth justly pleades its liberties are great.

Which, if my Parents labour to restraine,

Injustice will appeare therein so plaine

That Parents shall be pleased to give way;

Or I excus'd, if I doe not obey.

Discretion.

BUt stay, mad Passion, whether dost thou run?

Fond and mistaken sense, what hast thou done▪

By what illusions hast thou showne thy skill,

To make my reason subject to my will?

Thy motives and thy Rhetoricke are such,

As may perswade, and doe perswade too much:

[Page] But soothing Passion, whatsoere is past,

I now resolve to answer thee at last.

All things created doe observe their time,

And doe by nature flourish in their prime:

From whence thou labourst to infer for truth,

That I by nature should rejoyce in youth.

All which, in part, I doe acknowledge true,

And Nature seemes to challenge it as due,

And therefore may not be deny'd by me,

In ought where sense with reason doth agree.

But if my nature would beare all the sway,

And make my reason to my sense obey,

I doe in reason no such justice see,

To let my reason so subjected be.

Besides, I doe my youthfull nature finde,

So much unto the worlds delights inclin'd,

That my estate, in this respect, requires

The greatest care to bridle my desires.

Then restlesse Passion, keepe thy selfe retir'd,

I with thy Fury need not be inspir'd,

Nor will I, if I can the same prevent,

I trust, without thee, to reape best content.

Come then, Oh! come then, be advis'd by reason,

Mine owne deare selfe, this is the onely season.

The fruitfull earth doth afterward make knowne

What seed was in it in the Spring time sowne.

The stocke, with what tis grafted in the Spring,

Such fruite doth forth for ever after bring.

And with what scent the vessell first is fild,

The savour of it is not soone expeld.

Such is thy apt and youthfull nature; know,

What now is sowne in thee is like to grow:

[Page] What habite now is got will prove the strongest:

What custome now is learn'd, will last the longest.

And therefore it doth now concerne thee, sure,

To have most care to keepe thy selfe secure,

To seeke content where reason doth admit,

To settle thy desires in what is fit,

That thou hereafter maist not cry, in vaine,

I learn'd what now I would unlearne againe.

Thou then, my selfe, whose safety is mine owne,

And favour mine, that unto thee is showne,

As thou hast a respect unto Discretion,

I doe advise thee to be ware of Passion,

And labour to discover those deceites,

Whose gall lyes hidden in most pleasant baites:

Yea though most neare and deare unto thee, seated

In thine owne bosome, let them be defeated.

If thine owne heart, which is to the most deare,

Would fall in love with any creature here,

Before thou dar'st to render thy consent,

Thou must take heed there be no danger in't.

Or if that any more inferiour part

Of body, or of mind, would plead desert,

As if they were some excellence allow'd;

Which vainely might induce thee to be proud:

Here it behooves thee to have speciall care,

To arme thy selfe against this inbred snare,

This bosome brat, which will not be excluded;

That by thy selfe, thou be'st not selfe-deluded.

It (as in Youth it often comes to passe)

Thy wanton eye, views beauty in thy glasse,

Whose beames, reflecting, would thy thoughts inflame

With any admiration of the same,

[Page] Trust not thine eye, nor yet thy glasse too farre,

They both deceitfull, both uncertaine are.

But say thy beauty be the same indeed

That it appeares, yea though it doth exceed,

Yet weigh the honey of it with the gall,

And thou shalt see the vantage of it small.

It gaines much savour, and is most alluring:

Tis true, but favour gain'd by its procuring,

Is sometimes such as yeelds a present friend,

But seldome chaste, and constant to the end:

For looke as beauty fades and weares away,

So doth such friendship vanish and decay.

It tis alluring, tis indeed, but how?

To that which modest vertue doth allow?

Sure no, the nature of it doth intice,

In humaine faces, rather unto vice.

Againe, tis beauty that doth beare the praise,

And oft doth unto much preferment raise.

Indeed tis so; upon the sudden oft

It from the dunghill, doth draw up a loft.

But what this Sun-shine doth exhale, like raine,

Falls, for the most part, in a cloud againe.

And for the praise and vertue on't, suspition

So often brings the truth of it in question,

That all the comfort which doth in it lye,

As it appeares, is but to feed the eye,

Whiles it doth glister, whiles it doth indure,

Which every little shaddow doth obscure.

But if thou wouldst give beauty an excuse,

Then of thy beauty strive to make this use

That as thy Youthfull face is faire, as cleere

Thy vertues may unto the world appeare,

[Page] That so thy face, this outward grace assign'd,

May shew the inward beauties of thy mind.

Or hast thou strength, and in thy bosome glowing

A resolution of thy courage showing?

This is in youth so farre from being blam'd,

That it deserveth rather to be fam'd,

Provided still that reason be thy guide

In thy attempts to have thy manhood tryd.

What lively youth with noble courage fraught?

To Martiall feats and Descipling well taught?

It doth deserve the highest commendation,

It is the pride, and safety of a Nation:

Nay, which is more, where Mars is thus obey'd,

It makes the very enemy afraid.

All this may be admitted, this I grant:

But all this gives thee no such cause to vant,

Mine owne fraile flesh, yea fraile and weake indeed,

As to presume, or bost on such a reed,

On such a tottering, such a feeble stay,

And which remaines so subject to decay,

That the most silly creature can be thought

May in a moment bring thy strength to nought.

Or art indu'd with any other part,

Which would induce to boast of thy desert?

As wit, as knowledge, learning, Art, or such,

These are indeed, to be esteemed much:

Yea these same pow'rs and faculties of minde,

I do confesse are of the highest kinde,

And do deserve the highest commendation:

Yet these remaine so subject unto passion,

That these, in many, do become most vaine,

Where pow'r is wanting passion to restraine:

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And so much lifts up their conceits therein

That they almost forget that they are men.

This, mine owne selfe, too often comes to passe,

Men are deluded, looking in this glasse:

Then let not this, which should be all thy stay,

From thine owne selfe thus steale thy selfe away.

But rather as, the further thou dost learne,

The further still thou dost thy wants descerne;

So from the sight of what thou hast not gain'd,

All pride of what thou hast may be restrayn'd.

Or hast thou wealth, which makes the greatest boast,

And is the onely thing desir'd of most;

And that full oft whose radient golden rayes

Makes Youth appeare so glorious in our dayes.

Hast thou, I say, this worlds deluding grace?

Which hath almost thurst vertue out of place:

Yet let it of no such dominion be,

No such effect, mine owne deare heart, in thee.

What though thou hast the meanes, which is thy gold,

To make thee to be wanton, vaine, and bold?

Yet Nature in thy face sits so demure,

That modestie becomes thee better sure.

What though thou peradventure, mayst despence,

Thy stat's so great, with any small offence?

Yet do not so offend, though not for feare,

Yet for the love thou dost to vertue beare:

For vertue in thy brest now seene to blome

Will fore-tell friuts of fame in time to come.

Yea what although thy wealth were of that worth

That it could yeeld thee all delights on earth?

Yet wisedome would advise thee to take heed,

For moderations sake, not to exceed:

[Page] For to be moderate will grace thee more,

In this thy youth, then all thy earthly store:

And in thy pleasures yeeld thee that content

Which grosse excesse could never tast of in't.

Besides excesse in any thing's unfit,

Though, otherwise, men do the thing admit:

Then what mayst thou expect shall be thy gaine,

If thou exceedst in any thing is vaine?

As, for the most part, all the pleasures here

Are, as abus'd, hows'ever they appeare:

How much so ever they mens tastes delight,

How beautifull so ever to mens sight,

Or what content so ever they pretend,

They are both vaine, and failing in the end.

This is most true; though youth may answer no;

But aske old age and it will say tis so,

Well grounded age, whose horry head is fraught

With much experience many yeares have taught.

And therefore surely mine owne selfe, tis meet,

Though youthfull pleasures for a time be sweet,

That thou doest alwayes labour to fore-see,

What may the issue of thy pleasures be.

That when the pleasures of thy youth be past,

Repentance brings not sorrow at the last,

And makes thee in thy age confesse this truth,

Most idle are the fond delights of youth.

Passion.

BUt must I be thus heedfull, thus precise?

Thus in my youth set age before my eyes?

[Page] And through that pale-fac'd object thus be brought?

To spend my youthfull dayes in carefull thought?

As if my yeares no pleasure were allow'd,

Or that my Fate were shaddow'd by a cloud,

From whence my fortunes most obscure became,

And I borne onely to bewaile the same.

Is this my wofull bondage? surely no,

I may take greater liberty then so;

Youth may be youthfull, tis in reason fit,

Both Law and Nature doth give way to it:

Then wherefore should I thus my selfe debar

Those youthfull pleasures thus admitted are?

Be Metamorphis'd thus, in youth turne old,

In heate of Nature, dry, and dull, and cold?

Besides example the contrary teacheth,

And through the world the practice of it preacheth:

Youth doth enjoy delights in greatest measure,

And is besides most capable of pleasure:

And through the fitnesse of its nature known,

Delights in youth are to a custome grown;

Which custome is become the onely praise

Of youthfull yeares, in these our wanton dayes.

And therefore he that keepes himselfe retyr'd,

And shuns those merriments of youth desir'd,

The world accounts him but a home-bred scrub,

One crept out of Diogenes his tub:

Or one whose ingenuitie is small,

His wit as little, breeding none at all;

And thereupon doth hold him in such scorne

As if that he were such a Monster borne

As were to nursing nature a disgrace,

And to the world a blemish in his place.

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This is the censure which the world doth give

Of youth which most disconsolately live,

As, knowing their defects, to hide the same,

They keepe themselves from company for shame.

Now were it wisedome in me do you thinke,

Whiles I may safely float a loft, to sinke?

Whiles I may swimme in pleasure and in joy,

To drowne my selfe in sorrow and annoy?

No, doubtlesse, this were vaine in me indeed,

To take such thought in youth were more than need:

To vexe my selfe I need not go about,

For sorrowes will come fast enough without,

I in my way shall meet with griefe and woe,

Although I seeke not for them as I goe.

Besides tis certaine, if I live till age,

I then must change my tyre upon the stage,

And act the part of sorrow, in despight

Of all my former pleasure and delight.

Tis thus deare selfe, what answer dost thou make?

I now, or never must my pleasure take:

Resolve me therefore, make the meaning plaine,

Shall I abandon all delights as vaine?

Shall I no more be ravesh'd with delight

In courting beauty drest in red, and white?

Must I forsake all recreations past,

My hawkes, my hounds, my musicke, and the rest?

And, which is most, unto the pleasant crew

Of my companions must I say adiue?

Shun all the sweete society of men,

Hannting with beasts, some solitary den:

And, like a carefull object of despaire,

In stead of scarlet, clod my selfe in haire?

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What sayst thou? tell me, must I? mine own heart,

Become thus chang'd thus alter'd in each part?

Me thinks I feele thee troubl'd in my brest,

As if these motions did disturbe thy rest;

And heare thee sounding in my listening eare,

What need I thus consume my selfe with care,

And loose all pleasure and content of minde

By curbing my affections in this kinde?

Old winter may be sare, and weeping seene,

But let the Spring delightfull be and greene:

So gray heads may from gravity have grace;

But pleasant smiles adorne a youthfull face.

What though in age, if I attaine to it,

I must be grave, I must be merry yet?

There is a time for mourning, and for laughter,

Mirth now befits, and mourning best hereafter.

Nor neede I, living, as men dying may,

Fare-well to all the worlds contentments say,

No this were cruell, wonderfull amisse,

To put my life to such a death as this.

And therefore let not these conceits disquiet thee,

Mine owne deare heart, I will not thus affright thee,

Not thus with night conclude thy day at noone,

Alas, not yet, tis yet by oddes to soone:

No, thou shalt have dominion in me still,

My freedome's greatest when thou hast thy will.

And you those pleasures, which are my delight,

I will not cut off our acquaintance quite,

Nor of your comforts make too much delay,

But take my pleasure in you whiles I may.

Nor shall you my companions be forsaken,

With whom I have so often pleasure taken,

[Page] I will not so your company refraine,

But that we may be merry once againe:

For though some earth-worme, which hath neither braine,

Nor part of man, accounts our meetings vaine,

Yet, for the most part, all men that have spirit,

Or are of any breeding, wit, or merit,

Do often our society frequent,

And therein take much pleasure and content.

And is not this a fitting practise then

Which is in such great estimate with men?

Yes, out of question, my Companions deare,

There is no greater comfort for us here,

No race more pleasant vnderneath the Sun

Then this for youth, especially, to run.

Discretion in Youth.

Fraile flesh what meanst thou, why art in this passion?

How art become deluded in this fashion?

But wherefore should I question in this kind

When tis thy nature to be thus inclin'd?

Yea, mine owne flesh, I know thy nature's such

As doth delight in wanton pleasure much:

Thy fond affections now are in their pride,

And sense most striving to be satisfi'd.

Besides, the worlds example I confesse,

Is in this kinde predominate no lesse:

Which forces in rebellion joyn'd, what Daw

Is sound of force to keepe such foes in awe?

What Conquest more unlikely to be had?

What combat more disconsolate and sad?

[Page] Then striving to such ememies subvert

As are most neere and deare unto the heart?

And thou deare selfe, whom I would not delude,

To gaine a kingdome, though the way were shew'd:

Whats'ever in thee nature would excuse;

Or custome would occasion thee to use,

I tell thee, if thou wilt not go aside,

Then must not sense, but reason be thy guide:

And reason will direct thee in thy way,

And call thee backe when sense would go astray:

And clossely whisper, Nature got a staine,

And ever since became corrupt and vaine.

That howsoever natures face be cleere,

And may be thought the same it doth appeare:

Yet nature inwardly is much defil'd,

Prov'd an imperfect, or abortive child,

Or to speake truly, if we so may constur,

Is from a perfect creature turnd a monster;

Ever producing those effects in men

Which once by nature never could have beene.

And therefore if thou dost sit still or idle

Thou dost let sense or nature have the bridle,

No doubt but they will carry thee with force,

Will hurry thy affections out of course,

And proffer thee a thousand pleasures; such,

Like Sodoms fruit, as vanish with a touch;

Or being tasted, like the Bee, doth bring,

After the honey, a tormenting sting.

These are the bitter, sweet contentments, found

Which, for the most part, Nature doth propound,

To such as do affect it best of all,

Sweete to the taste, but in the stomacke gall.

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See then, deare selfe, what Nature is indeed,

That of thy nature so thou mayst take heed:

It once was pure, but now tis nothing such;

It hath some honey, but more gall by much.

Now if thou hast the wisdome, as tis meet,

To leave the bitter, and receive the sweet,

To taste the honey, and the sting avoid;

To take those pleasures which may be injoy'd,

And leave the other which forbidden be,

Then happy art thou in a high degree.

But, mine owne heart, this is a worke of wonder,

The sweet and sower are hard to put asunder,

There must much force and violence be showne

To part those have so long together growne:

Thy nature will be what it hath beene still,

Unlesse thou dost rebellion in it kill,

And conquer those affections in thy minde,

To which by nature thou art most inclin'd,

And so thy selfe within thy selfe subdue,

Which is as hard as making of thee new.

Oh victory of victories the blisse!

All conquests else are nothing unto this:

To win a City, overcome in field,

Force armies of thy enemyes to yeeld,

To subdue Nations, gaine a triple Crowne,

Yea win the world and all the worlds renowne,

Alas tis small, tis vaine, tis fading, tush,

Tis, in respect of this, not worth a rush.

This may seeme harsh unto thee, I confesse,

Now in thy Youth, as tis indeed no lesse:

Now when in Nature thou shouldst most delight,

Thus against nature to contend and fight:

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But this must now thy combat be and care,

If thou hereafter wilt the Garland weare,

If thou wilt be a valiant Champion held,

Thou now must make these enemies to yeeld,

Now in thy strength these foes of thine subdue,

Which will more courage in thy weaknesse shew:

Then arme thy selfe, resolve to see it done

Now in thy youth, tis not a whit too soone.

What though the world account this wisedome vain?

And its young fondlings hold it in disdaine,

Because it tendeth onely to debarre

The world those joyes its chiefe contentments are?

Yet thou must know the world doth erre in this,

And sense is subject to conceive amisse,

And therefore thou must not thy selfe referre

Unto their censure if thou wilt not erre.

The worlds fond minions may deride thy wayes,

What though they do? their scandall is thy praise,

And unto good and wise men will declare

Thy sober carriage, and thy Christian care,

Who, rather that thou wouldst passe bounds or measure,

Wouldst thus expose thy selfe to their displeasure.

Besides, how so'ver senselesse youths conclude

To love that best which doth them most delude,

To prise those pleasures at the highest rate

Which soonest both consumes them, end their state:

Yet, for the most part, such as flourish most,

And of their folly makes the greatest boast,

(So long as nature gives their bodies force,

And Fortune meanes to follow on their course)

These, finding in them natures force decaying,

Or Fortune failing, or, at least, delaying,

[Page] These men, of all, become most held in scorne,

As men deboyst, or out of fashion worne:

Men point at them, and in dirision hisse,

Is all their state, and pleasure come to this?

These are the fruits goodfellowship affoords:

With other bitter and disdainefull words.

See then deare selfe, the issue of excesse,

That in thy selfe thou mayst the same expresse,

That thou hereafter be'st not forc'd to grant,

Most vainly did I wast, what now I want:

Unhappy man, I counted counsell vaine,

But now my pride's requited with disdaine:

My dearest friends did sorrow for my part,

But now my selfe do justly feele the smart:

Thus, mine owne heart, it often comes about,

With headstrong youth it fals thus hardly out.

Then, though the idle censure of our daies,

To youth most wanton gives the greatest praise,

Yet sith thou see'st their pleasures are but vaine,

Whiles men enjoy them whiles they do remaine:

Which out of question, cannot long be had,

But quickly vanish, and their end is bad:

What needst thou at thine owne condition grutch?

Or thinke their vaine felicity too much?

Their pleasures are but shaddowes of delight,

Their day but a fore-runner of their night,

Their sun shine doth but signifie a storme,

Their soundest joy but a deceiving charme.

Then let not these deluding shews betray thee,

Nor yet the censure of the world dismay thee:

The proffers of the one are not to trust;

The scandall of the other is unjust:

[Page] And therefore, surely, neither of them fit

To be thy guide, though they may teach thee wit.

Come then, deare selfe, forsake these shadows meere,

And let some substance give direction here,

Let Reason now give answer in thy Youth;

That is, indeed, an Oracle of Truth:

That will not wrong thy tender yeares for gaine:

Nor count thy care of moderation vaine:

But rather tell thee it adornes thee best,

Thou canst not in a richer tyre be drest:

Nor for thy Young and tender age more meet:

For moderation is a vertue sweet,

Wherein doth fully lye confin'd and pent

All the rich treasures of allowd content.

But that which doth in any kind exceed

Is, doubtlesse vaine, because tis more than need.

Passion.

GOod and wise counsell, tis, indeed, and fit

For men of age and gravity: but yet

For me, which am but in my Youth, and weake,

How can I doe, what others can but speake?

Thus of my freedome to become debar'd,

Which is a taske for older men too hard.

Severest Stoickes, Passion most refraining,

Cato and Plato, pleasures most restraining,

These in their youth were youthfull, though, grown old

These, out of envy, must have youth contrould.

And should I seeke (as very few have done)

To Canonize my selfe a Saint so soone,

[Page] I should be fitter, as it doth appeare,

By ten degrees, to live in heav'n, then here.

Here men are men, and must be so inclin'd,

Or else they doe degenerate from kind:

And, if I meane to build upon this frame,

I must conforme my selfe unto the same:

I must not sadly sit alone and sleepe,

When other Youth doe pleasant revells keepe.

Besides, now Nature doth most sweetly move,

With most delight, to be belov'd, and love;

Affection now is powerfull in my brest,

It sets before me undetermin'd rest;

Shewes me a creature in whose face doth shine

Most rare perfections, morall, and Divine:

And will not leave me till I give consent

To gaine this object of such deep content.

And shall I goe about to quench this flame,

To dash these fortunes ere I taste the same?

And loose this Price, this infinite of treasure,

By being sad, which might be gain'd by pleasure?

Or shall I be so ignorantly wise,

My love, with shewes of hatred to disguise?

And what I most desire, thinke best to gaine

By foolish fained tokens of disdaine:

And thereupon, as with despaire possest,

Refuse all meanes that proffer my request:

As if my fortunes warranted the same,

But I refuse, as one deboyst, for shame?

Or when that I with merriment should wooe,

Shall I then sigh, and say what shall I doe?

And, when the opportunity is gone,

Then bind my selfe to sadly live alone:

[Page] And do my penance for my ouersight

In some dejected silly habit dyte:

As, if that shews of misery thus great,

Might move my love to pitty my estate:

Were this a subtile pollicy in me?

Were this a practise fit for my degree?

No, surely no, this were but a conceite,

These have no substance these are of no weight;

Such cold weake motions are not like to move

Within the ardent glowing brest of love.

But, if I would enjoy my love as wone,

Which in my youth is fittest to be done:

I must take all occasions that conduce

Unto that happy, heart contenting, use;

And prosecure the same without delay,

In spight of greatest danger in the way.

I must be free and generous of minde,

I must be unto youths delights inclin'd,

I must be ever jovell with the rest,

I must be in a compleat habit drest,

And fit my selfe to fed my loves desire,

Not onely in my talke, but my attire;

For whatsoever's inwardly, ye know,

It is the outside that doth make the show.

And as affection by the eye is bred,

So, for the most part, by the eye tis fed;

From whence its flames are ever the more cleare,

The fairer that its object doth appeare:

For this is certaine love hath most delight

On fairest flowers to feed its appitite.

Then farewell all severity, as cruell,

Which in my heat of love would quench this fuell,

[Page] And through precisenesse, keepe me so confind,

To loose my love, the treasure of my minde.

I see, and smile to see, my love begin

To smile on me: may I not smile therein?

Come then deare love this kindnesse pleads desert,

This courtesie incourageth my heart,

Yea though thou shouldst no other passage ope,

This should alone give maintenance to hope.

Henceforth I vow my service to thee then;

And, whatsoever formerly hath beene,

To do thee a pleasure now shall be my care,

Thy livery for colours I shall weare;

And looke what fashion shall content thee best

That will I alwayes weare above the rest.

If my proportion answer not thy will,

My Taylor shall amend it by his skill:

Or if that cannot thy displeasure scape,

Then Protus like, Ile seeke to change my shape,

And be created, or be form'd a new,

If not in substance, yet at least in shew;

Yea, so my love may take delight in me,

I care not what it cost, nor what I be.

Some fooles may count this my affection vaine,

But I must hold their malice in disdaine:

My dearest friends may worke upon my minde,

In hope to make it otherwise inclin'd;

Yea urge, and threat the greatest punishment,

Yea seeke with teares to alter my intent:

Yet all their water cannot quench this fire,

But rather serves to kindle more desire,

For true affection yeelds so fierce a flame,

Resistance proves but bellowes to the same.

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Discretion.

OH grosse rebellion! how dost thou breake out?

What fearefull treach'ry dost thou goe about?

What heinous and intollerable treason

Against thy Prince and lawfull Soveraigne reason?

Deare selfe, what art thou subject to such error?

To give most honour to the most inferiour?

To let those parts meere sensitive beare sway,

Which should to reasons just commands obey.

Thy reason is deluded by thy sense,

And so thy judgement proves corrupted thence,

Which makes thee to thinke best of that condition

Which is most pleasing to thy disposition.

Thus far meere beasts and savage creatures goe,

They are as stayd, and moderate as so:

They, which of reason wholly are deny'd,

And have but onely appetite for guide.

But thou must passe the savage creatures guise,

Because indu'd with reasons faculties;

Or else the beast, without these powers of mind,

May be preferd before thee in his kind.

Yea, mine owne heart, which dost by reason scan,

Thou must by reason shew thy selfe a man,

And alwayes unto reason yeeld subjection

Both in thy understanding, and affection.

Besides, thy youth is subject to obey

Affection, which in youth will run astray,

And therefore thou must use the greatest ayd

Now in thy Youth to keepe affection stayd.

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But here I doe not goe about to prove

That thou in Youth shouldst disalow of love,

So it be lawfull, but the thing admit,

As in thy Youth most absolutely fit:

For love in Youth united, proves most pure,

And is, againe, most likely to indure:

Besides, it serves to settle the desire,

Which otherwise Youth could not so retire.

What then? deare selfe, why this must be thy care

Not so much when to place thy love, as where;

Not so much sway'd by sensuall delight,

To rule thy reason by thy appetite.

Thou seest affection fetters like a chaine,

It plac'd, is hard to be displac'd againe,

And, like the seale which leaves the print behind,

It makes a deepe impression in the mind.

And therefore, doubtlesse, it behooves thee much

That in thy Youth thy providence be such,

That thou hereafter dost not find this true,

I had my will, but willfulnesse I rue:

Yea, be resolved, mine owne tender heart,

Youth which are wilfull often feele this smart.

And therefore be, deare selfe, herein discerning,

Let others sad experience give thee warning:

Be well advis'd, stay thy affections, ponder,

And, for a while, let reason keepe them under.

What, art thou to confirme a league in love?

Which, once confirmed, must not then remove,

But, like those lawes unchangeable, abides

Till death, the parties joyned thus, divides:

Art thou to doe this weighty thing, indeed?

Sure it requires the dilligentest heed,

[Page] The deepest meditation, and the best,

Because the chiefest thing of all the rest:

For if thy choyce be bad, thy joyes are done,

If otherwise, they are but then begun:

For in thy choyce consisteth peace, or strife,

In it remaines the issues of thy life:

For that whereto thou now thy selfe dost binde,

That is the portion thou must looke to find.

Tis so, deare selfe, then ere this knot be ty'd,

Consider well, let counsell be thy guide;

Such can instruct thee, best directions frame

As have had just experience of the same.

But above all these, thou must have respect

Unto the way thy Parents doe direct,

For their consent, and blessing in this thing

Doth, with their owne, Gods blessing also bring:

And where the Parents fit consent is missing,

There, for the most part, God affords no blessing.

This is a rule in generall most fit,

And thou in duty must acknowledge it.

But yet there are some Parents in this kind,

Which are so much unto the earth inclind,

That, if their children will not have their blame,

They must, like them, be marryed to the same;

For earth, and earthly things is all their ayme.

Those are the onely heritage they clayme:

Without the least regard of what is fit,

Either in vertue, breeding, shape, or wit.

Now such as these, which onely doe belay

To, basely, mould their children up in clay,

And thinke them then in heav'n, when they, poore soules

In earth possest, ly scrambling, like moules.

[Page] Such men as these must not be too unkind

Although their children beare a better mind.

Nor are their children to be blam'd, although

They, stead of duty, doe their wisdome show,

And rather follow reason for their guide,

Than duty, which would lead them thus aside:

This freedome may in modesty be us'd,

And, upon such necessity excus'd.

But, my deare selfe, make thou not this a snare,

Upon this freedome, cast not off all care;

But to thy parents willingly incline,

So far as reason doth with duty joyne.

But above all things aym'd at in thy choyce,

Let vertue please thee, make thee most rejoyce,

For vertue herein must be valu'd higher,

Than either Parents, or thine owne desire.

Parents are to be reverenc'd, as due;

Riches may be respected too, tis true:

Good breeding's to be honour'd in election:

And beauty seemeth to command affection.

Yet beauty, riches, breeding, or good birth,

All, without vertue, are but little worth.

And though these outward things cannot be had,

If vertue may, the choyce cannot be bad.

Besides, if in thy choyce thou hast the grace

To ayme at vertue in the chiefest place,

Then needst thou use no apish imitation

In thy attire, by following the fashion:

Devising fondly to new forme each part:

As if thy skill exceed Natures art.

No, these are fruitlesse, and accounted vaine

Within that brest where vertue doth remaine;

[Page] And rather serves thy weakenesse to discover,

Then any way delight a vertuous Lover.

To be thus fond or vaine in this condition,

Doth but ingender, or beget suspicion,

Because immodesty in the attire

Doth note immoderation in desire,

Imports a want of wit, and doth impart

A shrewd presumption of a wanton heart:

That all such fondnesse, or as vaine expence,

Are lost, where vertue hath its residence;

For vertue stoups to no such baites as they,

But soares a pitch is far above such prey.

Like as the precious Diamond, which but

By Diamond, or nothing, can be cut.

So love, in vertues brest, will take no print

But onely that which vertue doth indent.

That vertue is the onely way to wooe,

And eke to win, where vertue hath to doe.

Let vertue then be first thine owne, and sure

Thou shalt prevaile, where vertuē doth indure:

For like to like, most willingly incline;

And vertues met, most readily doe joyne:

Which joyn'd, what tongue is able to expresse

The joy such vertuous bosomes doe possesse:

No change can turne their honey into gall,

Because that vertuē makes good use of all;

Resembling much, though in a lower kind,

The heavenly highest marriage of the mind.

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Passion.

VVHat strange harsh strictnes is here urged still?

As if that Love could be confin'd at will:

My love is settl'd, where I hope to finde

Those vertues which are pleasing to my minde.

Shall Parents then, whose sight is not so cleare

To see the Truth before it doth appeare,

Condemne my choyce, as wonderfull to blame,

Before they know the tryall of the same?

Deare friends, I know you wish me not amisse:

But you may erre as well as I in this.

In this my choyce may blessings hidden lye,

Which deepest insight cannot yet descry.

And that same choyce which you account the best,

May prove, perhaps, the worst of all the rest:

For, whatsoever the appearance shew'th,

It tis the tryall manifests the truth.

Besides, what reason can that choyce admit

Where love doth want, though otherwise most fit?

For my part nothing ever shall me move

To joyne in marriage, where I cannot love.

Deare Parents then remaine content I pray,

And unto this my choyce in love give way,

Let not supposed dangers make you dread,

I trust your feares are greater than they need,

But why doe I thus vainely spend my wind

To invocate my parents in this kind?

When as I see, they will not give consent,

But are against me obstinately bent.

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Is this their love to answer my request?

Or else their care to keepe my body chast?

Must I my deepe affection fixt remove,

Or lose my portion, with my Parents love?

Unhappy creature, cruell is my fate,

Most comfortlesse, most desperate my state:

What sorrowes are sufficient to declare

The destiny that falls unto my share?

But what will sorrow ease me of this woe?

Or be a meanes to change my fortunes? no,

To adde, unto my sad condition, griefe

Can not in any kind afford reliefe,

But rather serves to aggravate the smart,

Which hath already seas'd upon my heart.

Then farewell care and sorrow in this case:

I will seeke merry company for ease,

I will unto some Taverne now repaire,

And seeke for ease of Melancholly there:

For there no doubt, I shall occasion finde

To drive these cares and sorrowes-from my minde:

Yea take some merry humour on me, rather

Then fondly prove dejected altogether.

The Humorist.

Come then, well met, mine one Companion, stay,

Thy company will drive all dumps away:

My humor's crost; but come, that seate is thine,

By this good rogue mine Host: here's excellent wine.

His Companion.

Beleeve me sir, I cannot stay, for hast

Doth call me hence; and yet at your request,

Ile taste your wine, because it gives delight.

Hu.

Well, doe, and tell me if it be not right.

[Page]Co.

I marry sir, beleeve me this is he,

You have some judgement now indeed, I see.

Hu.

I saith tis good, but pry thee sit thee still,

And taste it well, and tell me then thy skill:

Here's to thee once againe, and by this bowle,

Unto a friend of thine, a dainty soule:

And this same swad mine Host shall pledg't I sweare.

Co.

Why come sir then, protest I doe not care,

Ile stay a while: and here's this cup of wine

To you mine Host, and to a friend of mine,

The Host.

To me good sir? I thank you for your love,

And I shall pledge you ere I doe remove.

And yet you Gallants, shall I tell you plaine?

This sacke, did so intoxicate my braine

The other night, it made its sinews cracke:

And yet some say it doth assist the backe.

But I can fetch what shall its fury choke;

I have a pipe of the most precious smoke

All Europe yeelds: And sir, my service now

In this same cup I represent to you.

Hu.

To me, thou monster and true Cerberus breed,

Why here's a dainty damned rogue indeed:

Well th'art a beagle for the chase, no doubt,

And, were I at a losse, couldst find it out.

Now harke, I pry-thee, twere a pretty jeast,

To fox this horson horny-headed beast,

And call my Hostesse; for I see the elfe

Could gladly make a cookcold of himselfe.

Co.

Good faith it seemes he car'd not for a straine,

Provided with a pox, it brought in gaine:

But hang't, me thought as I this Hostes view'd,

She look'd as if she had beene lately stew'd.

[Page]Hu.

Oh out upon her hackney whore, damnation,

Her breath is fit to breed the Visitation,

Ile see her damn'd ere I. But now I thinke,

By happy fortune on't, before I drinke,

Ile drinke a health, and with my truest heart,

Ev'n from the very middle of this quart,

Unto a friend a favourite of mine,

So sweet a creature, beautifull, divine.

No woman living with more vertues grac'd,

So courteous, kind, so constant, and too chast:

And, by this light sir, prythee let me cravethee,

Thou shalt receive this honour'd health, He have thee:

Here's to thee, with my cap upon the ground:

Ah, this same licker keepes my inwards sound:

Come drawer quicke, come empty this same quart.

And, Dicke, some smoke, come forth thou knave, where art?

Ho.

Here sir, oh pardon, I was busi'd much;

But here's a pipe this Land hath little such.

Hu.

This Land, thou prat'st, thou mightst have gone to Rome

And fetch't it since; but Dicke let's taste it come.

Ah, dicke my villaine, this is of the prime,

Ile take thy word, my boy, another time.

Co.

Beleeve me sir, this smoke is not to lack,

Hu.

No faith, tis good, but here's thy pinte of sack,

By Phoebus light, thou shalt not say me no,

Come pry-thee tak't and pledge this health, why so:

This cookcold, cosset, I should say, my dicke

Shall have it too: tis well sir, drawer quicke,

Another quart, this smoke requires some licker:

Here dicke, here's that will make thy braines the quicker,

Tis all thine owne, yea every drop I sweare.

Ho.

Who I sir? no, beseech you now forbeare,

[Page] What will you make me lose my wits indeed?

Hu.

Foole, lose thy wits? tis true, thou hast much need

To stand at this, when ten times this a day

Is but thy dyet; come turn't of, I say,

Protest thou shalt, whats'ere thou dost reply.

Ho.

Protest I cannot sir: and yet Ile try.

Hu.

See here, I pray, this Porpus could not drinke,

And yet had this same pinte beene three, I thinke,

His throate would hardly have beene satisfy'd:

But drawer quicke, we'le have these wants supply'd.

But sirra change this cup, Ile no more take

Such bowles as these, they make my braines to ake.

Co.

Sir, you and I are herein well agreed,

For I am weary of these bowles indeed:

But if it please you, and you meane to stay,

Let's rest a while, or spend some time in play.

Hu.

Content, mine Host hast thou a paire of dice?

To try a chance in friendship is no vice:

And yet I have no mind unto these bones,

They did so anger, and delude me once.

Co.

Good faith, sir, now I thinke upon the same,

The other day, by chance, I saw a game

Upon the cards, which did delight me more

Than any game I ever saw before,

It was, me thought, so pretty a conceit:

But what you please, the matter's of no weight.

Hu.

At cards, or dice, I never purchas'd gaine,

But cards are counted basest of the twaine:

And therefore whither I doe win, or lose

I make the dice the instruments I choose,

Ho.

Here sir, here's dice; and yet I should be loth,

But that I know your patient natures both.

[Page]Co.

Come, feare not man, there shall no anger be,

Tis not these dice shall make us disagree:

And yet me thinkes they prettily begin;

But, tush, tis not for both at once to win.

Ho.

Good faith, sir, I commend your resolution,

The dice, no doubt, will make you restitution:

I see tis not for love of gaine you play,

But rather so to drive the time away.

Co.

Mine Host tis true, for my part, I protest,

That let the dice run which way they thinke best.

Hu.

Fore heav'ns, I thinke, tis I must take the care

To stay the dice, unlesse they ran more square:

Besides, you scramble up the dice so fast,

You will not give me leave to see my cast:

I thinke you need not shaddow what is throwne,

My chance is not so lucky when tis knowne:

Well, sure the dice are false, or else in chanted,

Or, I that throw them by some witch am haunted;

Or else they could not prove so much accurst,

That every chance should prove thus at the worst.

Ho.

Have patience, Master, rest content a while;

The dice will turne, and frowning fortune smile:

Expect the best, and let your anger fall,

The end, I trust, will make a meanes for all.

Hu.

The end? thou asse, hast thou so little wit

To thinke these dealings, or these dice are fit?

Ile burne them if they doe no better runne,

And then for sweare such gamesters, and have done.

Co.

Such gamesters, sir, such words as those I scorn,

I wrong'd you not an ace I may be sworne;

And herein if you doe suppose I lye,

Tis you that doe the wrong, sir, and not I:

[Page] I thought you had beene temperate before,

But since you say so much Ile play no more.

Hu.

What, have you got my money in this way,

And now will offer not to hold me play?

Co.

Fore heav'ns I care not, use your greatest skill,

You shall not make me play against my will.

Ho.

In wrath, what meane you Gentlemen I pray?

Such old acquaintance and fall out at play?

You shall not Gallants, come be patient now;

Ile spend my quart of Sacke to see you throw:

Runne Drawer, Masters it doth vex my heart

That friends from my house should in anger part:

Here Noble sir, this quart I doe present

Upon condition you shall be content.

Hu.

Come Richard come, thy thetoricke is such,

To yeeld to thee, who living can thinke much?

Well sir, when you and I shall meet agen;

Youle give me leave to try my fortunes then?

Co.

Sir, heavens forbid that I should say you nay,

Or seeke to doe you any wrong at play.

Hu.

So then, here sir: but, ere we doe begin,

Whose love shall we commemorate herein?

Protest a speciall friends of thine and mine,

That Ladyes which would have us stay and dine:

And sir, youle pledge this health I dare be bold.

Co.

Ile try my braines, if that my guts will hold,

But that Ile pledge that heavenly creature sure,

What punishment soever I endure.

Hu.

Ah, how this Nectar vivifies my heart,

And addes fresh courage unto every part.

Now what man underneath the Coopes of Heaven

Will answer me upon occasion given?

[Page] Mars, here I stand, who dares except at this?

But sir, before my heart, you doe amisse,

You did not drinke so much as I, I see.

Co.

Sir, but I did though; you mistaken be.

Hu.

Who, I mistaken? by the devill no:

Come take your due, you shall not gull me so.

Co.

I did you right, and Ile not be your gull.

Hu.

Tis false, protest, you did not drink't so full.

Co.

Protest tis false, whats'ere you doe reply.

Hu.

Why then, it seemes, you will be sworne I lye?

What lye? thou slave, give me the lye? away.

Co.

What you will stab, yes stab y'had best; but stay

Ho.

Oh, heav'ns my masters, what d'ye meane? in spight?

Beseech you be content, what friends & fight?

Regard your reputations more, forbeare,

Ile part you, come, you shall not fight I sweare.

Hu.

Who, thou? thou asse, thou slave, away stand by;

Ile be reveng'd, a slave, give me the lye?

Sdeath, is he gone? what art thou such an asse,

Or such a knave to let the cheater passe?

If that I live Ile be reveng'd by hell:

The meane time this shall teach me wit: farewell.

Ho.

What, are you angry, and will so begone?

You have small reason for the same, or none.

But there's a reckoning left for you to pay,

Before you part, or else your horse shall stay;

I meane not to be thus abus'd, my friend,

And lose my reckoning by you in the end:

I tooke you to be better rul'd: and so

I doe intend to make you ere you goe.

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Discretion.

SEe here, deare selfe, yea I beseech thee see

What the hard happes of wilfull children be;

Who will not parents wholsome rules obey,

How justly heav'ns doe suffer them to stray,

And leave them to the force of disposition

Who did refuse most gentle admonition:

As if affections lawes were better farre

Then either reasons rules, or duties are.

But mine owne heart, thou must not thus conclude,

Such grounds are false, and propositions rude:

For duties fruite is blessednesse insuing:

But disobedience fore-tells death, or ruine;

Ruine, indeed, the worst we can relate,

As of all goodnesse, body, and estate:

As doth appeare by the precedent part,

Where buitish Passion is describ'd by art.

Whose rude description such abuse declares

As is offencive to all modest eares:

Such impudence, as I, deare selfe, indeed,

Both shake to write, and am asham'd to read.

And therefore never should have beene indented,

To foule my pen; nor yet by me invented,

But that, deare selfe, my onely purpose here

In making of these Passions thus appeare,

Is thereby to detaine thee from the same,

Which, thus fore-seen, thou mayst forbeare for shame.

Least, failing in these Passions thus made knowne,

Thine owne hand writing be against thee showne:

[Page] Which would be shame as great as the abuse,

And serve to leave thee without all excuse.

In which respect, the chastest eare, I hope,

Will both excuse my purpose, and my scope.

Know then, deare selfe, thou dost thy selfe expose

Both to the sight, and censure of thy foes:

Thou therefore now must be exceeding wary

That in this nature thou dost not miscarry:

For if thou dost, the eyes of other men,

Will be thy cruell over-seers then.

But hast thou but that measure of Discretion

So wisely to unmaske this drunken Passion,

As to discerne it as it is indeed,

With sober eyes, sevillity and heed,

It will appeare so odious in thy sight,

So most inhumane, such a monster right,

That ev'n the very shape of it, I trust,

Will make thee to abhorre it as unjust:

To loath and shun it as thou dost the devill;

Because, like him, tis absolutely evill.

Besides, deare selfe, the ruine, shame and care,

Which are the fruites that drunkennesse doth beare;

May justly move thee to detest the thing

Which in conclusion, doth confusion bring.

First, it confounds the Legacy of fate,

Consumes and undoes men in their estate;

Moves them to venture their possessions large,

And drinke downe all remembrance of the charge:

Then hazard all their moveables to sinke,

Or suffer Ship-wracke in a Sea of drinke:

And heedlesse creatures, when thus run ashore,

Remaine deboyst, dejected men, and poore.

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Next it consumes the credit and good name,

Brings a reproach full scandall on the same.

Disgraceth birth, good breeding, learning, wit;

Or whatsoever otherwise is fit.

Besides, as tis an enemy to wealth,

So, in the body it decayes the health,

Confounds the senses, and corrupts the breath,

Brings foule diseases, and untimely death.

But lastly, that which most deludes the heart,

It doth confound the understanding part,

Benummes the powers and faculties of minde,

Which, in this strange infatuated kinde,

Remaine as dead; and man becomes a beast,

Or worse, or in a worse estate at least.

God, of all creatures, hath made man the best;

Man makes himselfe the worst of all the rest.

God hath given man abillities Divine:

Man doth become more senslesse than the swine:

God in the forming man hath perfect been:

Man will undoe what God hath done therein.

For what is man, thus stupifi'd in braine,

But a meere lumpe of senslesse Earth againe?

Deare selfe, observe this issues from excesse,

These are th'effects of savage drunkennesse.

But here I goe not any way about

To bring thy sober liberty in doubt,

All friendly meetings and society

With such as have a care of piety,

But hold it fit, and of it doe approve

As a great meanes to breed good will and love:

And sure it may (though by abuse attended)

In its owne nature, justly be commended.

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But here lyes that which doth undoe us still,

That which, deare selfe, converts our good to ill;

God in his mercy having daign'd to give us

Innumerable good things to releeve us;

We out of weakenesse, either quite refuse them,

Or in the using of them quite abuse them:

Which most prepost'rous custome to suppresse,

Let love and friendship be without excesse.

Passion in Age.

FOnd man what meant I? what was in my minde?

When I was Youthfull how was I inclind?

I then was heedlesse, ignorant, and nice,

And counted care of worldly gaine a vice:

Youths chiefe contentments, vaine delights & pleasure

Were all I sought for, they were then my treasure.

I held them muck wormes, and in much disdaine,

That did not value pleasure above gaine:

I felt no sorrow then for what I spent,

Because it purchas'd that which gave content.

But now I see my errour in the same,

How foolish I was, and how farre to blame,

How wanton pleasure did delude my minde,

And wrought upon my weaknesse in this kinde.

How many opportunities most fit,

Which both advice, and reason did admit,

Of gaine or profit did I then neglect,

Without all care in any such respect?

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This was my folly, and is now my crosse,

Because I now have feeling of my losse,

And vaine expence: But were I young againe

I would, I thinke, not be so mad, or vaine,

I would not be so idle in expence

To feed meere fancy or unbridl'd sense:

Nor should the mirth where mad companions meet,

Nor all the Syrens sugred charmes as sweet,

Nor whatsoever pleasure else as bad,

Yeeld me delight, where gaine might not be had.

For gaine is that which is to be regarded:

Alas, how is the lavish foole rewarded?

That takes most paines to waste away his state,

That buyes his pleasures at the deerest rate,

And spends his meanes to purchase friends of those

Which, when his meanes is spent, become his foes;

And flout and jeere him in derision base,

Behind his backe, if not before his face:

Besides the want this novice falls into,

Which is the greatest misery or woe.

This is the height of youthfull vanities,

Though, in my youth, I thought it otherwise:

How was my tender reason then in thrall?

But, what is past I cannot now recall.

Well, let that passe; the time that is behind,

I will, I hope, be of another minde,

Tis time to make use of the time remaines,

Come then invention, let us beat our braines

What stretching gainefull stratagems are best?

Direct me, for it is no time to rest;

Nor must I stand at scruples in the way,

Nor yet regard what idle people say.

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Come, I have money, that shall out to use,

What though some count that practice an abuse?

They are mistaken sure, or they be such

As doe, through want, forbeare to doe asmuch;

For I account him more precise then fit

That makes a doubt, of that which Lawes admit;

But let them herein doubt that will, for me,

If I make any, all my doubt shall be,

Least my security should doubtfull prove,

I need in this no other scruple move.

But to be sure, I know a peece of land

Which will be sold, that's in a spend thrifts hand,

If I had that in pawne I were secure,

For that is such a pawne as will indure:

How shall I take this novice in a snare?

But, tush, my gold will tempt him theres no feare:

For though he cannot prize it as he ought,

Yet he, I know, to such a straite is brought

That he must needes be bold with such as lend,

And, at his need now, if I stand his friend,

And seeke to him, till I assured be

His land is sure, he then shall seeke to me.

But this suffice not, I have money more,

And every quarter will increase my store.

Now some, I see, doe mightily increase

By making happy ventures on the Seas;

Whose profit, I confesse, I doe approve,

But yet their venture, that I doe not love:

I am not to my wealth soill inclind,

To trust it to the mercy of the wind,

I like not that. But rather all my drift

(As that, some say,'s a speciall way of thrift)

[Page] Is at some Mannor, Lordship, or to buy

Some office where much benefit doth lye;

Now such a purchase were to some effect,

Would both increase my wealth, and gaine respect.

But if I purpose such a thing, indeed,

I must use great, and circumspectest heed

To walke a sparing and a saving way

That so I may provide for such a day.

The meane time then, the money comes to me

Shall, in the meane time, out ingendring be:

Such things, whats'ever, as I have to sell,

I meane to keepe, or put them off full well:

Yea though my garner, or my barnes be fir'd,

With the increase my fruitfull crops doe yeeld,

Before Ile sell it at an under rate,

That way to make away with my estate;

Ile thrash my corne, and hide it in the ground,

(Whereas it shall not readily be sound)

And buy the corne I spend, as a device

To helpe to raise and aggravate the price,

Ere Ile be bound to feed the stinking poore

At such a reckoning with my precious store.

Nor need I, for my corne, ere long, no doubt,

Will beare a price, and then Ile bring it out

When it is at the height, and, if they will,

Then let the poore revile, or use their skill,

Tis not the cry, nor curse of such a vaine,

Or foule mouth'd crew shall make me slip my gaine.

Then next, because Ide hasten my intents,

There is no shift but I must raise my Rents,

And such as be my Tenants too, must beare

Those rates and duties, they would make my share:

[Page] What though their charge be great, and times be bad?

The Rent I could on other men have had,

And can have yet, and some thing else to drinke,

And therefore I doe use them well, I thinke:

And they have no just reason to complaine:

But if they doe, tis labour but in vaine,

For though I take their money, as tis fit,

I am not bound to maintaine them for it.

Besides, I now must spare a little more

Of what I spent within my house before,

Two meales a day must now suffice, and such

As Nature doth require, and not too much.

I doe commend of Wheat, but now, instead,

Both Rye, and Barley, they will make good Bread,

Yea good enough for servants: and the poore,

I trust my dogge shall keepe them from my doore.

Ile waste no money now to buy new cloathes,

New fashions they are things an old man loathes;

My old cloathes of antiquity can boast,

And therefore sure to be respected most,

And, for my body, Ile refuse no paines,

But toyle and labour all day long for gaines,

And when tis night, and others rest doe take,

I then will exercise my braine awake,

And lye and sweetly ponder and devise

Some gainefull exercise against I rise,

For me, and mine, that by this meanes I may

Make benefit of both the night, and day.

These meditations give me such content,

I grutch my sleepe that would the same prevent.

Then what shall herein hinder my desire?

I can imagine no contentment higher:

[Page] And therefore this shall be my highest pitch,

Onely to toyle, and study to be rich,

And this I will endeavour to expresse:

Though with my tongue, I doe not it confesse.

But if I must, for tender Natures sake,

Some further use of Recreation make,

My Liberary to my view presents

The sweet fruition of most choyce contents:

There I have certaine statute Bookes at hand,

Where I may view the Tenours of my Land:

There I have just Arethmatickes to count

Unto what summes my usuries amount:

And eke an Affamerides, which may

Shew me my other commings in each day.

And there to pleasure me, I may behold

My bonds, and bills, my silver, and my gold;

Which Jewels if I should but feele, I thinke,

It would refresh me more than meate and drinke.

Discretion in Age.

DEare selfe, what art thou all inclin'd to earth?

Is nothing else in thy account of worth?

Or, at the leastwise, nothing else that may

Here upon earth, be valu'd with this clay?

Earth is, indeed, the matter of thy frame,

And thou must sure, againe unto the same;

For things Created naturally run,

Into those elements where they begun)

This cannot be deny'd: that in this kind

Thou mayst be something to the earth inclin'd.

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Yea neerenesse, and affinity is such,

As seemes by nature to require as much:

And reason of affection doth admit.

Where neere aliance doth the same beget.

Besides, a frugall providence in thee

Doth both with reason and thy yeares agree:

All ages, yea and all estates stand need

To have this carefull Providence and heed;

As that whereon depends, as doth appeare,

Next under God, their onely safety here.

And such as doe neglect this duty great,

And idly spend their time, or their estate,

They are to be condemned as unjust,

And no fit Stewards to be put in trust,

They are to those depend on them a curse,

But are by oddes unto themselves a worse:

Good men account them base above the rest,

And God, He doth them most of all detest:

This is the issue, or the ill effect

Which still attends this Prodigall neglect.

Deare selfe, tis so; but let not this excuse,

Let not this collour of a lawfull use

Of getting goods, or earthly treasure slight,

Make that thy onely practice, and delight,

And to that gaine become so much addicted

That gaine farre greater shall become neglected.

I tell thee wealth is very much, inclin'd

Both to seduce and steale away the minde,

And if thou dost but unto it incline,

It will possesse thee totally in fine,

And in thy bosome beare such sway, that grace,

And tender-hearted vertue must give place.

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Which Mammon in thee to this monster growne,

Thou shalt remaine no longer then thine owne,

But live a servile servitude and grosse

Under this Monster, Mammon, earthly drosse.

For as men doe of fire, and water say,

They are good servants when they doe obey:

But if they come to get the upper hand;

Are cruell Masters where they doe command.

So goods, and care of worldly gaine, confin'd

Within those limits reason hath injoyn'd,

Are very good: but if they doe exceed,

And yet the upper hand, for want of heed,

They then will grow outragious, and will play

The Tyrant in thee, making thee obey:

Torment thy minde, with endlesse care opprest,

And wast thy body, giving it no rest.

For wealth, like wine in excellence exceedes,

If thou canst take no more thereof then need,

And will afford much comfort and delight,

But take too much and 'twill confound thee quite,

Or so besot thy understanding part,

That it will make thee drunken at the heart.

For as to adde more water to the sorce,

Doth make it run but with the greater force:

Or as to put more fuell to the flame,

Doth but increase or more inrage the same.

So fondly seeking to alay this fire,

Or scorching thirst of gaine in the desire,

By adding wealth, to wealth possest before,

Doth but increase desire of wealth the more:

For riches in them, naturally rising,

Have onely power attractive, not sufficing:

[Page] That tis not all the wealth thou canst require,

Can satisfie a covetous desire.

Nay, know thou mayst in worldly wealth excell,

As it is fain'd of Tantalus in hell,

Who, though in water stands up to the chin,

And scorch'd with thirst, yet cannot drinke therein.

So thou, I say, in worldly wealth may'st swim,

And yet not have the power to taste, like him,

One drop of comfort in the same; nay know

Thou mayst have riches to thy overthrow

And meere destruction, when thy riches shall

Become thy joy, thy master, God and all.

This is, deare selfe, a certainety indeed,

Men hungers still that doe on riches feed,

For feeding thus doth appitite beget,

The more men feed the more they hunger yet,

Then doe not thou endeavour thus to fill

So foule a monster as will hunger still,

Or rather be the further to suffice,

The more it swallowes: No, be thou more wise,

And shew thy understanding by thy care,

Or manly courage to avoyd this snare,

Which for a colour, or excuse pretends

Thy safety on the use of it depends,

Besides, deare selfe, where Avarice takes place,

It is a deadly enemy to grace:

It roots out vertue, and is much inclin'd

To smother all good motions in the minde:

It banisheth all pitty from the doore,

And is a cruell foe unto the poore:

It counteth men of charity unwise,

And such as are religious, too precise,

[Page] And all things underneath the Sun but vaine,

But onely such as doe afford some gaine

Yea, the presumption of this god is great,

This Mammon seeketh to usurpe the seate

Of God himselfe, in that he doth aspire

To take the chiefest place in mans desire.

But mine owne heart give God the chiefest place,

For earthly Mammon is a monster base,

And such as be the servants of that beast

Their servitude is base above the rest.

Besides, deare selfe, thy fading yeares are such

As in this, Nature may perswade thee much;

Thy Age doth plead by arguments full strong

That thou must leave these earthly things ere long:

Thou must forsake those Lands thou hast in hold,

Thy stately buildings, and thy pretious gold,

And stript of all ere long; thy biding have

Amongst the dead within the silent grave.

Thy powers of minde already doe decay,

And Nature 'gins to take its force away:

Which being so, as so it is, deare selfe,

Why shouldst thou be in love with earthly pelfe?

Which thou so soone art certaine to forsake;

And when tis gone, thy reckoning is to make,

When thou for aide hast greatest use, then shall

Thy flattering riches flee, and leave thee all.

This is a truth most certainely concluded,

Then be not with this fruitelesse wealth deluded:

But seeke those riches that will never rust,

Nor ever faile thee, being put in trust;

Let vertue be the treasure of thy minde,

Be unto heav'n and heavenly things inclin'd,

[Page] For those are riches which will helpe at need,

When as thou hast most use for helpe indeed,

Those in the end will stand in thy defence,

And in the meane time, ere thou dost go hence,

Will yeeld thee joy and comfort in thy brest,

And will besides, become thy wisdome best:

For vertue will thy wisdome best expresse,

And eke thy age it doth require no lesse,

Thy yeares are such as justly doe require

Thou shouldst be heavenly now in thy desire,

Contemning earth, and earthly things as vaine,

And such, with which thou canst not long remaine,

But must be sever'd: and the day insues

When thou shalt all such comforters refuse,

As meerely fruitlesse: when one little graine

Of heavenly grace, or everlasting gaine

Will doe more good, and yeeld thee more content

Than all the World is able to present.

Deare selfe, forsake this earth then in desire,

Raise thy affections elevate them higher,

And fixe them where they need not thus remove,

On the Eternall treasures are above:

That so thy secret conscience may have rest,

And comfort from those vertues in thy brest:

And others, which shall see the same (as fit)

Shall give much honour both to thee, and it:

And, by thy sage, and good example mov'd,

Thy vertues shall in them become belov'd;

And thou become a teacher, as, in truth,

The aged should in vertue be to Youth.

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Passion.

HEaven, and things Heav'nly, it must be confest,

Are above all things infinitely best,

And so I doe account them in my minde;

And so, I trust, I shall them one day finde,

When I shall stand in need of them at last,

When all my earthly comforts shall be past.

But in the meane time whiles I have my stay

Here upon earth, where earthly things beare sway,

And in the world have got so much command

That worldly wealth hath got the upper hand.

What madnesse were it, might you thinke, in me

If of this treasure I should carelesse be?

Or count the same a thing of little worth,

Which is the gaine accounted of on earth:

And onely such as doe injoy the same

Are counted men of estimate and fame.

Alas, what were it for my credit here?

Though I in gifts of Nature should appeare

Most perfect; adding unto Nature, Art,

And learning, to illusterate each part?

Yet were I poore and wanted Riches, tush,

All my perfections were not worth a rush:

Nor would within the worlds account take place,

My poverty would give them such disgrace.

Nay, were I moved in another kind,

With grace and vertue to adorne my mind,

To be Religious, zealously affected,

And unto heaven, and heavenly things addicted.

[Page] Yet were I poore and wanted earthly gaine,

All my Religion would be counted vaine,

And I, with my endeavours, thus should passe

Under the censure of dissembling asse,

Or under titles of contempt as much,

As idle, factious, ignorant, or such.

But, otherwise, were I of birth most base;

And of good breeding never knew the place,

Were I deform'd in body, same, or blind;

And were as much defective in my minde,

Had neither grace, humanity, nor wit,

Nor any other faculty were fit:

But were in speeches; and behaviour rude,

And in my practise most deboyst and lewd;

A foe to vertue, and to bosomes chaste

A tempter sworne, or enemy profess'd;

A monster, or as meere a drunken sot

As ever Bachus bred, or drunke a pot:

And unto these did resolution adde,

To make all others that I could, as bad.

Yet, notwithstanding all this showne, and more,

Had I but wealth, but earthly riches store,

The sweete possession of revenues great,

Which might give honour unto my estate:

The world it durst not taxe me then with blame,

But rather yeeld me reverence and fame,

At least that reputation and respect

Which worldly wealth, or nothing could effect:

For greatest riches seeke the highest place,

Aspires to honour, and expels disgrace.

Besides, example dayly makes it cleere,

What freedome tis to be a rich man here,

[Page] What priviledges waite upon him still

To feed his fancy, or suffice his will:

What kinde of earthly comfort can he crave,

That may be had, which here he may not have?

If honour be the thing he doth desire,

Tis wealth, or nothing, that must raise him higher:

For honour doth on worldly wealth depend,

And as wealth riseth, honour doth ascend:

Againe, as wealth doth fall into decay,

So, for the most part, honour falls away.

If worldly pleasures satisfie him best,

What pleasure can he in his heart request,

The earth affords, his heart to satisfie,

Which earthly treasure, gold cannot supply?

For as the needle drawes along the twine,

So Gold hath earthly pleasures on a line,

And, for the most part, that way gold doth draw,

The worlds contments follow, as in a we.

Or if it be the maintenance of right

When wrong is offer'd, that he doth delight:

Or sweet revenge, to satisfie the minde,

When injury is done in any kinde.

Why there is nothing of the like respect,

With gold, in working any such effect.

It makes the witnesse confident and bold

To speake his minde, although he be contrould.

It gives the Lawyer courage in his case,

It makes him use most necessary pleas,

And will to childish silence not be put

So long as gold can keepe his case on foot.

Or, otherwise, (by tender pitty mov'd

To doe that ancient duty, and approv'd)

[Page] If that a man would Charity extend,

Would be a helpe, or comfort to his friend:

Would aide the simple, fatherlesse, or poore,

And give, to such as wanted, of his store;

Or had a purpose to be understood

A Benefactor to the common good.

Yet if he wanted meanes, unto his minde,

And had not where withall to be thus kinde;

His purpose would be, to no purpose, lost,

Because his will, thus by his want was crost,

And his good meanings dye, with his devotion,

For want of gold, to give them life and motion.

Oh gold most pretious! what can more be said?

If vertue thus depends upon thy ayde,

And can not fly, unlesse thou giv'st it wings,

But lyes, and dyes, as well as other things.

The greatest Monarch never so much sway'd

As to become of all the world obey'd;

Nor fairest creature, most alluring made,

Like thee, could ever all the world perswade.

But thou dost sway a Scepter in thy hand,

Which doth the worlds whole Monarchy command:

And, like the Sun, such rayes doe from thee flow

As doe attract the love of all below.

Who is so great, or stately to disdaine

To be a suiter for thy pretious gaine?

Or who so wise, so holy, or upright

As truely scornes to yeeld unto thy might?

The Noblest and the bravest Spirit quailes

When thy sweet genious, or familiar failes.

And eke, againe, the most deboyst that lives

Revives his Soule when thou assistance gives.

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Come then deare gold, my hearts content and stay;

Who will not, if thou dost command, obey?

Thy powers are so attractive I should feele

Some motion of them, though my heart were steele,

As tis full hard; but yet not such a flint,

But that it hath some feeling of thee in't:

And, if thy greatnesse might not it disdaine,

I would be more familiar with thee faine:

For I account thy pleasures farre above

All youthfull beauty, or delights of love,

Or any thing, if any thing abides,

Of more contentment, in the world besides.

Discretion.

BVt stay, deare selfe, what art thou all in gold?

These are extreames; some moderation hold:

Gold is a stately habit, I confesse,

And is accounted in the world no lesse.

But gold, it may be, is not thy attire,

But gold is in thy bosome thy desire;

And so, it bearing sway within thy brest,

Thou art by it, not it by thee possest.

And thou become a servant, and inthrall

To that should doe thee service most of all:

Which is, indeed, that misery of minde

Wherein, men miserable, are most blinde.

But, mine owne heart, be thou discerning here,

And make it knowne thy understanding's cleere,

And is not dazled by those golden rayes,

Which doe eclipse the brightnesse of our dayes.

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I doe acknowledge earthly goods a blessing,

And be they wanting, many things are missing:

Yet where they are, and doe exceed, tis plaine,

They are as bad, or dangerous againe.

For where these earthly riches doe exceed

The measure that a sober man doth need,

They there leave off their nature of content,

And take the nature of a punishment,

And, with the endlesse care of boundlesse pelfe,

Torments the mind as much as hell it selfe.

This is most true, although we sometimes see

Men seeme at ease, that thus tormented be:

Who like the Salamander in the fire,

Delight to live thus tortur'd in desire.

Besides, although we manifestly finde

Things earthly, pleasing to an earthly minde.

Yet vertue, that which maketh truely rich,

That we see, alwayes flyes a higher pitch.

As Heaven, the seat of happinesse, we know,

Is furthest distant from earths center low;

So, doubtlesse, heav'n, and things that heavenly be

Can worst with earth, and earthly things agree:

The spacious space betweene them put is such

As serves alone to signifie as much.

That too much riches doe appeare a curse:

Againe, too little is accounted worse:

These are extreames, and can not be the best,

Because extreames they can afford no rest.

What then, deare selfe? why certainely betweene

These two extreames, there still abides a meane,

Which golden meane is of a higher rate

Then, almost, all men value the estate.

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For what true comfort can there be attain'd,

Which with a sweet contentment is not gain'd?

Againe, what true content can be devis'd,

That is not also, in the meane compris'd,

Sure double happy is he that atchieves

The sweet conjunction of these relatives,

Which meeting are so readily inclin'd

To make such heavenly harmony in minde:

What note more sweet than from the mean ariseth?

What strain's more full than that which still sufficeth?

The meane all true contentment doth present;

And who more happy than the man content?

Sweet compitancy, how rare doe we find

Thee to the man of a contented mind?

What rest, what peace, what joy dost thou allow him,

And with what matchlesse comfort dost indow him?

Keep'st him secure and safe in all respects,

Preserv'st him from all turbulent effects:

And full sufficiency dost give him, which

Is ten times better than to have too much.

The man a loft, may boast upon the same;

The man renown'd may glory in his fame:

The man ambitious may seeke to clime higher:

The man envious, to have his desire:

The rich man may his insultations make,

And sooth himselfe for his abundance sake.

Yet neither high, nor low, nor rich, nor poore,

Nor any other state on earth hath more

True rest, true peace, true comfort and content,

Or sound and solid satisfaction in't,

Then this containes, than this affords to such

As rightly doe imbrace it; nor so much.

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Deare selfe, then herein set thy heart at rest,

The meane is it where vertue doth consist;

That if thou hast sufficience in store,

Tis madnesse then to vexe thy selfe for more;

When adding more to that thou dost possesse

Will make thy comfort, in them both, the lesse,

Or rather, in this nature to speake right,

Will take away the comfort of them quite.

Besides the toyle, the study, and the feare

In storing up these needlesse fruites of care,

Is such, as may in reason well suffice

To make a Creature rationall more wise.

And for the vulgar credit or applause

Whereof these worldly riches are the cause,

If duely weigh'd and ponder'd as it ought,

It will appeare not halfe the thing tis thought.

For what is all the honour, or the praise

Bestow'd on greedy rich men now adayes?

But onely outward reverence; and such

As the bestowers inwardly doe grutch,

Because they know tis undeserv'd: though feare

Doth make them thus some reverence declare.

Nay, he that is most earnest to obtaine

These earthly goods, the greediest of gaine,

The fame he aymes at, turnes into disgrace,

And his endeavours are accounted base,

And men doe brand him, in the stead of fame,

With most reproach full titles for the same;

As cruell, earth-worme, Usurper: And more,

He alwayes is accursed of the poore,

Who, in their hunger, doe for vengeance call

For him: and such as he that eate up all.

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Besides, the earth he eateth up so fast,

It threates againe to eate up him at last:

And, in the meane time, earnestly doth groane

That he should have so much of it alone,

And doe no good with it: which the Creator

Ordain'd should be a necessary creature.

And therefore it, to be reveng'd, ere long

Will witnesse beare how he hath done it wrong:

When as the Judge, who doth in truth delight,

Will heare the case, and do the creature right.

Deare selfe tis so, then set not thou thy love

On such a friend, as if thou dost, will prove

Thy greatest foe, and for thy kindnesse showne,

Unkindly plead to have thee overthrowne.

But if thou must, as needs thou must indeed,

Make use of earth, or earthly wealth at need,

Then labour to imploy it in that kinde,

Which by the Author of it was injoyn'd,

In doing good, extending of thy store

To pious uses, and unto the poore;

And then, unto thy comfort, in the end

Thy wealth, in earnest, will become thy friend

And witnesse for thee, when thy case is try'd

How justly by thee, it hath beene imploy'd.

This is, deare selfe, the onely sweet of all,

That may in wealth extracted be from gall;

For worldly riches are a sugred baite

Wherein lyes poyson hidden by deceit.

Then be thou heedfull mine owne tender heart,

And in this nature shew thou hast some art,

Who, like a skilfull Alchymist and try'd,

Can'st here the silver, from the drosse divide.

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Observe that rule, which hath beene long forgot,

To use thy wealth, as if thou us'd it not:

That so, if such an accident should be

As, ere thou dy'st, should part thy wealth, and thee,

Thou mayst with patients, free from discontent,

Restore the Owner what he freely lent:

Or, at the least, when death, at last shall strike,

Thou mayst, with joy, doe willingly the like.

Passion.

MIne owne deare heart, why tak'st thou not thy rest?

Why art thou thus disquieted in my brest?

As if I priz'd this world at such a rate

That I were carelesse of my future state:

No, feare it not, it is not so, I trust,

For I desire the portion of the Just,

And have a hope, as well as a desire,

As, to rise here, to rise hereafter higher.

And, to that end, I am in hope tis knowne,

My good endeavours to the world are showne;

My purse is still as ready as my minde

To be a helpefull worker in this kind,

My part is alwayes call'd for as the chiefe,

When Charity is calling for reliefe:

And, whatsoever idle spend goods prate,

I am much helpefull to uphold the state.

Thus, whiles I live, I doe my wealth imploy,

And have a resolution, when I dye

To be a further friend unto the poore,

They then may blesse me as they did before:

[Page] And, if I thought he would these things report,

I then would well requite a Preacher for't.

The meane time it must first be understood,

I must have wherewithall to doe this good;

And therefore things thus needfull, I am ty'd

In reason and in Conscience to provide.

Besides, it is my duty, and I finde,

A duty too that strictly is enjoyn'd,

That here I should be provident and wise,

And use all lawfull meanes I can devise

That such as doe upon my ayde rely

May feele no want of what I should supply.

But further yet I find within my brest

A Law by oddes more powerfull than the rest,

Which is the Law of Nature in my minde,

Which doth by Nature move me to be kinde,

And carefull that my children, which I grant

Are neare and deare unto me, may not want.

If Lightnings meteors threate to scorch the skies,

Straight, as inrag'd, distemper'd Thunder cryes:

Or any other neare united twaine,

If one fares ill, the other doth complaine.

Mine owne deare children, whom I tender much,

Tis fit that my affection should be such:

What heart would not dissolve to see you misse?

What tender bowels would not burst at this?

Sweet Babes, who, like to Birds before they flye,

For food doe onely to the Old ones cry;

Me thinkes I heare you pittifully call

Father, be carefull of your Children small,

And as your substance did us substance give,

So of your substance, Father, let us live:

[Page] We are your off-spring, issu'd from your loynes,

What nearenesse more respective care injoynes?

Let pitty move you to respect your owne,

Compassion, fitly, first at home is showne:

We wholly yet upon your hand are staid,

We onely doe relye upon your ayde.

If you have not a Fatherly respect,

If you, deare Father, doe our caseneglect,

What kindnesse, or what comfort may we then

Expect to finde from any other men?

Deare Father, let affection then beare sway,

Prevent your Childrens ruine and decay,

And as our teares you doe in pitty tender,

Be, as you are our Father, our defender,

That so the tender seed that you have sowne

May be preserv'd, and flourish when tis growne.

These are the voyces which me thinkes, I heare,

Unto which voyces who can but give eare?

What Father living can refraine from teares,

That thus his Children sad complaining heares?

But, doubtlesse, double cruell is that swine

Which gives his child this reason to repine.

For my part, as it is my duty, so

It shall be my endeavour thereunto,

Whiles with my children here I have my stay,

To doe my children all the good I may.

The working Pysmire and the labouring Bee,

As if they did insuing wants fore-see,

Doe aptly teach us, in the time we may,

To get in store against another day;

Lest we, or those that we are bound to feed,

Should stand in want, in time of greatest-need.

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Yea, as tis said, all Creatures teach the same,

Both Birds, and Beasts; then were it not a shame

If I; who should have reason for my guide,

Should not with prudence for mine owne provide?

Besides, I seeing earthly wealth is such

That nought else, earthly, is esteem'd so much;

And men, without it, are accounted base,

What other gifts soever doe them grace:

If I have any true desire to see

My tender children here respected be:

Or when I shall surcease to be, and leave them,

Would have the world respect and honour give them.

It doth behove me, whiles I here remaine,

To heedfull be, and slip no meanes of gaine,

But use my best endeavour, in this kinde,

To leave them credite, that I leave behinde.

That so when I shall cease, or fall asleepe,

My wealth, which then I shall no longer keepe,

May grace my issue which shall then survive,

That so my credit may be kept alive

In my posterity, in that my seed

Shall live and flourish, when I shall be dead.

When otherwise, if I shall waste my store,

And, through my folly, leave my issue poore,

They shall be sure to feele the irksome want

That doth attend the state where things are scant,

With the disdaine, reproachfull titles, shame,

And miseries that waite upon the same.

Besides, my children shall have cause to curse

Their fate, if not their Father, which is worse:

Their fate for frowning, but their Father, I,

Not for meere frowning, but for cruelty;

[Page] Who, when I ought, and might have purchas'd here,

Hard heart, was carelesse of my children deare.

Thus, if I be not provident, tis plaine,

Both I, and mine, whiles here I doe remaine,

Must fare the worse: and when I must away,

And in my grave be moulded up in clay:

Where, one would thinke, I might remaine in peace:

Yet with me there the world will not surcease,

But call my follyes up, to my disgrace,

Appearing in the poorenesse of my race,

Who, through my want of dilligence and heed,

Shall taste of want, and miserable need.

Oh cruelty! what creature hath thus done?

Tis pitty Father ever should have Sonne,

That shall thus farre unnaturall be knowne,

As not to make provision for his owne.

Then who is so unnaturall, so blind,

So void of care, or reason in his minde?

As to contemne the providence of such

As for their children lay up treasure much.

Sure none that are of any substance will,

None that have wit will so condemne their skill,

None that have Fatherly affection can,

None that retaine the nature of a man.

If Fathers here should faile, and were not mov'd,

Through tender care of children dearely lov'd,

To take much paines, and have a prudent heed

To lay up store, for times that shall succeed;

Their hot affections would herein abate,

And care of things to come would out of date:

And so, by setting providence a stay,

The world would quickly ruine and decay.

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But God, out of his goodnesse and his care,

His infinite of wisedome to declare:

Hath in each heart imprinted, as Creator,

A care of the preserving kinde by nature.

Which tender care of off-springs future good,

Hath beene a meanes the world so long hath stood:

And when this care shall cease, the world, tis plaine;

Shall run to a confused heape againe.

I might inlarge this further, to make cleere

The case in question, but it doth appeare

So plaine and evident unto the wise,

That, what is showne already may suffice.

Then what shall stay, or hinder my intent?

As if it justly might the same prevent.

This is the treasure: whatsoev'r men faine

Of mentall, or imaginary gaine.

That is to be commended, I confesse;

And, such as doe injoy it, are no lesse.

But this is that same providence, which here

Affords the profit that is held most deare:

Yea, tis so usefull that, it seemes, the frame

Of all the world depends upon the same.

Then this shall be my study, and my art,

That of this building I may beare a part:

That, if hereafter, any man shall looke,

He may perceive what prudent care I tooke:

And such as shall succeed me, may be bold

To take the part, which thus I did uphold.

Sweet comfort, doubtlesse, and to be admir'd:

Who will not with these profits be inspir'd?

They doe possesse me in so deepe a kind,

And have indeed, so ravished my minde,

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I count all profits, else, not worth a rush.

Discretion in Age.

IF home-bred, or domesticke foes be such

As cause more dread than forraigne foes by much:

Then much more may the inbred foe be thought

Most hard to be into subjection brought:

Because the neerenesse of a foe, we finde,

Doth adde advantage to a cruell minde,

Deare selfe, consider, this is just thy state,

Within thy bosome there is this debate;

This most irreconcilliable jarre:

There Passion, and Discretion are at warre:

There Nature seekes its freedome to defend:

There reason with affection doth contend:

Or rather there, to pen the title right,

Proud flesh doth with the humble spirit fight.

Mine own deare heart, then arme thy selfe thou must,

These fatall foes of thine are not to trust,

Their force is great, their malice is not small,

Their arguments most dangerous of all:

And when by force thou wilt not be subdu'd,

They then will fawne and flatter to delude:

And if all this can not agreement draw;

They then will plead their quarrell good by Law:

That if thou stand it not, to withstand them fast,

They will prevaile and make thee yeeld at last.

But mine owne heart, be thou advised here

To shun those dangers, which thou seest so cleare,

[Page] And let the knowledge of the same suffice,

To make thee loath the baite they would disguise.

Here Passion is impatient to seduce,

Under the shadow of a lawfull use

Of worldly wealth, and pleads by reasons strong

That it, in reason, doth to men belong

To be most wise and provident for gaine,

As that wherein such safety doth remaine

That they without it cannot well subsist,

And as they wish their children should be blest,

Or would have happinesse betide them,

They must this meanes of happinesse provide them.

In deed, deare selfe, this argument, in shew,

Is of much force, and in some kind is true,

The Father is most strictly ty'd, I grant,

To have a care his children may not want:

And children, when they come to goe, I yeeld,

May walke the better, by this stay up-held,

And by the portion that their parents give,

May be the more incourag'd, whiles they live,

To store up for their issue too: and so

To doe to theirs, as they were done unto.

All this seemes equall, excellent, and fit,

And that which truth, and reason both admit:

That if there were no more to say but this,

This, doubtlesse, were the onely way to blisse.

But mine owne heart, the sting remaines behinde;

This is the hony that deludes the minde:

Men dore upon the sweet that riches bring,

But never once suspect they have a sting:

A sting lies hid, by honey over-cast,

Which will be felt, when honey failes at last,

[Page] And make men know, as tis well knowne, that stings

Doe still lye hidden under golden wings.

Deare selfe tis so, then let it be thy care

To shunne the danger that is in the snare:

Doe thou no further unto wealth incline

Then may be for the good of thee, and thine,

But if thou hast a fatherly desire,

(As fit, and that which reason doth require)

To store up riches for thy tender seed,

Which may relieve and helpe them at their need:

Then in providing thou must be more wise

Than to weave webbes, as Spiders doe, for flyes,

Which are so fraile and subject to decay,

That the meere wind doth blow the same away.

Thou must be carefull that thy store uplaid,

Intended for thy tender childrens aide,

Be goods well gotten, honestly attain'd,

Not by deceit, or meanes unlawfull gain'd,

But such as Truth may warrant will abide,

When Justice cals the matter to be tryde.

For, otherwise, thy ill got wealth, intended

To grace thy children, when thy grace is ended,

It will be, like the Spiders web, as though

It were meere nothing, when the wind doth blow;

When God shall breathe upon it, in displeasure,

To blast the fruite of such ill-gotten treasure.

That, as 'twas gotten by deceit by thee,

It to thy children may deceitfull be;

And, when they thinke it should become their stay,

Then waste, or make it wings and flye away.

Thus, for the most part, goods ill gotten wast,

Though for an age they, peradventure, last,

[Page] Which is not often: but that bides not long,

(This is most certaine) which is gain'd by wrong.

Besides, tis plaine and evidently seene

That goods which have unjustly gotten beene,

As they were badly gotten, by as vaine,

Or sordid meanes they doe consume againe:

For tis a Maxime, with a full consent,

Goods badly gotten, will be badly spent:

As if the father did the child constraine

To spend in vice, what he in vice did gaine;

Which is a curse; though children judge amisse,

The largest portion is the greatest blisse:

And thinke them fooles that thinke there is a curse

That children may inherit from the purse,

Or from the portion that their Parents give them,

So it be large or great enough they leave them.

Although experience teacheth, the conclusion:

Of goods ill got, is ruine and confusion.

Deare selfe, then doe not thou thy selfe this wrong,

Nor those that doe unto thy selfe belong;

Torment not thou thy body; and thy minde,

To heape up store of riches in this kinde.

What idle madnesse is it, or as vaine,

To lye downe late, and early rise againe?

To eate the bread of carefullnesse, and thinke

The dregges of pleasure good enough to drinke?

And all to gaine a little goods; which, got,

Twere ten times better that thou hadst them not,

But hadst beene, to thy happinesse, more wise

Both for thy selfe, and for thy seed likewise;

For thee, because thy gaine will prove thy shame,

For thine, because deluded by the same.

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Deluded? yea, most grossely too, deluded,

It can not sure be otherwise concluded:

For what can more deceitfull be than this,

A curse should be intended for a blisse:

A child which on his portion doth relye,

Should, when he hath it, be undone thereby.

Undone, indeed, because it can not stay,

But as 'twas got, in hast it must away;

And when tis vanish'd out of sight and gone,

How is that child deluded, that alone

Rely'd thereon? is he not quite undone?

Yes, certainely, most wretched is that Sonne,

Whose haplesse Father, or unhappy fate

Provided for him such a failing state.

Had not his Father (by delusion guided)

Such a deluding state for him provided,

He should not then have on that meanes rely'd,

As onely to that meanes of living ty'd)

But should have in his tender yeares, as fit,

Instructed beene to exercise his wit,

To gaine such knowledge in some honest way,

As might have yeelded meanes another day:

Some lawfull Art, or Science, which are sure,

When other portions vanish, to indure.

When he that wholly is without such aide,

Whose meanes, or patrimony is decay'd

(Whiles he on most inconstant fortune waites)

Is urg'd to meanes unlawfull, or to straites.

Mine owne deare selfe, this is a certaine Truth,

Which still hath beene most incident to Youth.

Then if thou wouldst not have thy name defil'd;

Or if thou hast respect unto thy Child:

[Page] Then scrape not for him such uncertaine gaine,

But rather teach him that which will remaine:

That so the portion that thou dost provide

May, to thy credit, with thy child abide.

What though the portion that thou giv'st be smal?

Yet, if it hath that blessing there withall

That it was justly gain'd; and, when injoy'd

As justly and as piously imploy'd,

It doubtlesse, shall be for their comfort more

That shall injoy thy riches or thy store,

Then if it had beene ten times more; and got

By meanes unjust, which Truth admitteth not.

Foundations sound, which, like the Rockes, lye low,

Are better farre to build upon, you know,

Then hugest mountaines, that are heapes of sand,

Or hollow caves, where buildings cannot stand.

Even so that well got substance which is sound,

Although it lyes but levell with the ground,

Is very little: Yet tis better sure

To build upon, and longer will indure

Then that estate which by deceit did rise,

Although it threates to reach unto the Skies.

But being windy, hovering, and light,

One blast from heav'n doth overthrow it quite,

And, by this ever sad event insuing,

Brings building, and the builder both to ruine.

But if, deare selfe, thy seed, by thy intent,

Should be the better for thee by descent,

Then thou must labour to be here the same

That may hereafter yeeld thee a good name.

That so that pretious jewell it may live

When thou art dead; and to thy issue give

[Page] That true bred worth, or credit; which, I know,

The richest worldling hath not to bestow.

If this, then, thou canst purchase up in store

To leave behind thee, though thou leav'st no more,

This is alone a patrimony great:

The comfort of which portion or estate,

With thy example, may provoke thy seed,

When thou art hence departed, to take heed

To be to their succeeding race so kind

To leave them this inheritance behind.

That, as it in them by descent tooke place,

It may be still descending in their race:

That so they to their issue may restore

What from their parents they receiv'd before;

Which is a debt, or rather duty laid

On men by Conscience, should be duly paid.

A Postscript.

VVHat shall I here conclude? Oh yes! tis time,

Fond Hypocrites can not indure this rime,

Tis idle, tis Phantasticall they say,

And altogether fruitlesse: what are they?

Sure had my verse no more true meaning in't

Then they have, it should never come in Print.

But can men make no Musicke on the Viall,

Because some make a noyse confus'd in tryall?

[Page] Yes, hypocrites, though it, like you be hollow,

Yet, strain'd by art, the notes are sweet that follow.

So verse, or rather Poesie, if it meetes

With Art, is, like a Posie full of sweetes:

Though some like Apes, to imitate the same,

Doe spue out rimes, distastfull, to their shame.

BUt harke, what voyce is this that answers mine?

Me thinkes I heare malicious envy grine,

As if it were in malice with my quill,

And tells me, that I boast upon my skill;

When I of knowledge am as farre to seeke

As he that knowes not Grammar, is of Greeke.

Fond Hagge take heed, I have not done thee wrong,

By an usurping thy invenum'd tongue:

Nor borrow'd Language, thereby to make knowne

The skill of other men, and not mine owne.

Though it perhaps, doth often come to passe

An English Foole, becomes a Latine Asse.

But looke what herein hath beene my endeavour,

Tis all mine owne, how ignorant soever:

And I perhaps, may reach a higher straine;

Though here I cease, till I begin againe.

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To his Most Noble and much Reverenced Friend, and Kinsman, Master JOHN STRVT.

Sir,

I Doe so far presume of your favor as to shelter these insuing Lines under the shadow of your Protection. J, indeed, acknowledge my boldnesse in thus intruding upon your worth, to defend my weakenesse.

Notwithstanding, J am herein incouraged in part to presume of your Pardon. The slender subject here presented to your view, consists of two parts, Passion, and Discretion: The first part, which is Passion, that is absolutely mine owne: an inheritance discending from most auncient Parentage. The other, which is Discretion, is yours by Possession; and due [Page] by Desert: in which J doe but bring the shadow to your Sight, of that which you have the substance in your selfe. In which respect it is but my duty to intitle you to that which is yours by due. Jn which kind also, not onely that which insues, but that which is precedent may begge your Patronage, as part of your Inheritage.

J doe confesse J have imprinted the name of that noble Lady Temperance in the front of my Endeavours; but J know you will account it no disgrace to part with so worthy a partner; whose beauties, J am confident, doe (if possibly they may do) As much delight your heart, as the alone Lady of your affections, doth your bosome: which can no way be imputed to wantonnesse, but to wisdome. For what can be of more validity to preserve the nuptiall knot inviolate, then the sacred tye of vertuous Temperance?

But, not any way to direct, but onely to delight you, J have thus farre incroached upon your leave. And in Fine, humbly petitioning for your favour, J rest Yours at Command, as bound.

Edward Calver.

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To the Jmpartiall Reader.

WHat, shall I here proceed? and seem'd to cease?

Resolve me Reade, speake? or hold my peace?

But thou art silent, or I out of hearing:

Sure, till I know thy mind, Ide best be sparing.

But if thy judgement justly shall reprove me,

I shall recant; but Judge not things above thee.

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Passion, and Discretion.
The Second Booke.

Passion in Wealth.

HAving full tyde why should I slacke mine Oare?

When windes, beside, stand prosp'rous for my shore,

And, with a soft and gentle fruitfull gale,

(As waiting on my will) doe fill my saile.

If Heav'n raines Manna in a plentious measure

Shall man refuse to taste the same with pleasure?

When senslesse earth in Summer time is proud

To drinke the show'rs of an inferiour cloud.

Then if Heavens bountious hand fils full my cup,

Shall I, in dread that I should drinke it up,

Not taste thereof, but childishly forbeare

The use of such a happinesse for feare?

No, no, I must not so forgetfull prove,

To slight a favour slackes the doners love:

And oftentimes a gift bestow'd in vaine

Provokes the giver to recall't againe.

Rouze then my faint sad mis-informed heart,

And take some pleasure, make use of thy part

[Page] And let not thy neglecting favours showne

Rob thee of both Gods blessing, and thine owne.

Most prosp'rous, yea if not Divinest fate

With earths chiefe blisse hath dignifi'd my state,

Hath given me wealth, which is the onely worth,

Or onely that accounted so on earth.

Then rise my thoughts above the common pitch,

And count it height of honour to be rich.

Inspir'd with comfort, all your powers unite

To hugge my fortunes with most deepe delight.

What sublunary blisse can I have higher

Then wealth; and so the world at my desire?

For Wealth hath got the world at such a bay

That wealth doth almost beare the greatest sway.

What foe, that's mortall, have I cause to dread

When I have such a friend as Wealth at neede?

What poyson-pointed weapon need I feare

When I have such a coate of Male to weare?

What blacke mouth'd Envy, breathing in my face,

Can blast my Reputation with disgrace?

When I possesse an Antidote so strong

As can expell the poyson of the tongue.

What sable fortune can disturbe my rest

When I have such a comfort in my chest?

Nay, it is such a Cordiall as can

Revive the most dejected heart of man.

If I desire to satisfie my senses,

I need not curbe my Nature for expences,

For I have Wealth to satisfie it still;

And having Wealth I need not want my will.

Or, if there were no danger to clime high,

Who hath more meanes of getting up than I?

[Page] When, if I should but such a thing intend,

I have the onely Ladder to a [...]cend.

Or, otherwise, should Fortune turne her wheele

To turne me downe; yea though the world should reele

Or seeme to stagger, yet my standing's such

I feare no fall, nor changing fortune much.

I feare grim faces as I feare the frowne

Of Mars his picture, in a Curtaine, drawne

Before his Venus, so her smiles to hide,

When I have cords to draw that vaile aside.

What servile office, nav, what sordid act,

If I had a delight in such a fact,

Could I not get effected out of hand,

And for my coyne have agents at command;

The thoughtfull poore man thinks it doth him grace

To doe me honour when I come in place,

And, if my coyne commands him, to his force,

To beare my burden, he becomes my horse.

Both rich and poore are silent when I speake,

The poore for feare, the rich for favours sake:

And should I misse what man can not afford,

The Elements themselves will store my board.

What cates can I imagine for my taste?

What guest can I delight in at my feast?

What sense-contenting solace can I name,

That I can want, if I desire the same?

What is there made that is not made for me?

When for my turne the Elements agree;

And all the creatures in the same are sent

By the Creator, to give me content.

Yea, all are mine, Hauke, hounds & stately geldings,

The sweetest musicke, the most sumptuous buildings,

[Page] The chiefe applause, the richest robes that be,

And fairest objects, all are made for me.

Then is not my estate to be desired?

Or I in my estate to be admired?

My state affords what heau'ns on earth bestow,

And I am in the onely Heav'n below.

Againe, if heav'ns (as though rebuk'd for keeping

Themselves from teares) fall to excessive weeping;

Or, otherwise, beneath the heav'nly Tapers,

The liquid clouds convert to dusty vapours:

From whence the earth, whose fruitfulnesse depends

Upon those blessings which from heaven descends,

Proves fruitlesse, and a famine doth begin

To seise the Land, I suffer not therein.

Nay should the shrill, and dreadfull Ecchoes flye

From cost, to cost of fell Bellonas cry:

Yea angry heav'ns, and earth should seeme at strife,

What need I care? it threaten'd not my life.

If awfull Caesar my assistance lackes,

I can put armes upon some others backes.

And though a famine may consume the poore,

I need not feare a famine in my store.

What lacke I then, or what doth me oppresse?

I feele no want, nor wish my portion lesse;

I have sufficient whiles I live, and when

I dye, have issue to injoy it then.

But were I childlesse, or my portion greater,

I should have children, though not sonnes by nature,

But by adoption, who would be full glad

To become heires unto so kind a dad.

Rest then I may and reape what is mine owne;

Yea, crop the fruits which other men have sowne:

[Page] And thus on earth, imparadis'd in pelfe,

Most sweetly sing a Requiem to my selfe.

Stay then my thoughts, tis vanity to range,

My state is such that I desire no change:

Let men distrest, or poore men strive in cares,

Whose suites, and cryes are tedious in mine eares.

My state is here depending upon none,

I can subsist within the same alone,

I take mens favours not as kindnesse showne,

But service due, and so receive mine owne.

Or, if I had a tytle to be try'd,

Or stood in need of any thing beside,

Why I have such a loadstone in my fist

As can attract even almost what I list.

Cheere then my heart, and let no want be felt,

Inlarge thy selfe, thou mayst have what thou wilt:

But, being full already, take thy rest,

Lest thou shouldst seeme to strive for what thou hast.

Discretion in Wealth.

SOft, soft, fond Passion, sith the winds are faire,

And waters seeme to answer to desire,

What need of striving? can that vessell sinke

Which wind, and water beares aloft d'ye thinke?

But mine owne heart mistake not thou thy state,

Fond selfe, doe not thy selfe infatuate,

Thou may'st have tyde, and wind to fill thy saile;

But winds are turning, and the tyde will faile.

Then, if thou hast a purpose to stand sure,

Build not on that which cannot long indure:

[Page] Of wouldst thou any certaine comfort find,

Trust not such changing objects as the wind.

For what is wealth but wind, or windy stuffe?

Got in a gale, and vanish'd with a puffe;

And he that hath the longest calme, at last

Doth find his substance subject to a blast.

What, to a blast? a creature without forme?

Yea to a weaker creature, to a worme,

Nay to the moth, the canker, rust, and rot,

And being gone it is as soone forgot.

All this is certaine, this is verifi'd:

Onely thy substance is uncertaine try'd,

And if uncertaine, then deceitfull gaine,

Which got, is lost, and lost, is got in vaine.

Deluded selfe, then how dares sense or Passion

Tell thee thy state admits no alteration?

But, having wealth, canst neither want, nor fall,

When wealth it selfe doth waver most of all.

But sense is savage, or a buite, at least,

And Passion is the Fury of that beast;

At first made good, but, by the fall made bad,

Are now prov'd rebels, and are often mad.

Then can'st, deare selfe, be carry'd so aside,

As to commit thy selfe to such a guide?

Shall heav'ns bred reason, Queene of humane race,

Unto her servile hand-maide sense give place?

Fye no, let bruitish Passion be supprest,

Lest sense be onely Soveraigne in the beast:

But in thy brest, who art a man by name,

Let reason rule, to shew thou art the same.

If thou dost feare thy reason be too weake

To plead thy case, when stubborne sense shall speake,

[Page] Implore his aide, who binds thee to contend;

He that injoynes the quarrell will defend.

If Will be wanting, he can give desire,

If strength be failing, he can force inspire,

And if thy foes would force thee to give place,

Instead of reason, he can give thee grace.

Faint and fond heart, then why art thou afraid?

If thou canst aske it, heavens can give thee aide:

Then aske, yea rather begge it on thy knees,

Then yeeld unto such enemies as these.

Then let thy understanding part beare sway,

Sense was not made to governe, but obey:

Nor are those objects pleasing most to sense

Most pleasing objects to intelligence.

Sense would perswade thee onely to delight,

Or feed thy sensuall savage appetite,

And having wealth, which is the onely store,

To feed that Monster, thou shalt need no more.

But couldst thou, setting partiall sense apart,

Consult with reason, by diviner art,

Thou then shouldst see how thou hast beene deluded,

How sense hath into reasons seat intruded.

Thou then shouldst see thy inauspitious state

So long as sense doth reason captivate;

And thence be forced to confesse, with shame

Thy service hath beene bondage in the same.

Thou then shouldst find that wealth's a fading dower.

Rais'd in an age, and ruin'd in an houre;

Affording trifles for propounded treasure,

A taste for sweetnesse, and a drop for measure.

Thou then shouldst prove that mens applause is vaine

A glory sprung from other mens disdaine,

[Page] And then confesse that thou, and thy estate,

And all things earthly, flowing, must abate.

Then thou my selfe, whose Queen of sense is reason,

Consent not to that rebell sense in Treason:

And sith thou seest thy Treasure is but vaine,

Trust not too much to such uncertaine gaine.

It proffers what it hath not to supply,

It oft delights, but cannot satisfie,

It makes men hope for what they cannot have,

It may assist, but it can never save.

For rest propounded, it affordeth trouble,

For fame, or pleasure, shadowes, or a bubble,

For hop'd for fullnesse, it doth empty leave,

In greatest danger it doth most deceive.

It feeds the senses, answers their desire,

But that doth make those rebels to conspire;

It fils the body, but it hath a wile

To famish the neglected Soule the while.

It hath some force to gaine a little fame,

But hath no power to get an honest name;

It doth procure some blessings, if well us'd,

But cares, and snares, and curses, if abus'd.

Cares, to torment the body, and the mind,

Snares, to intrap the silly soule made blind,

A double curse, to ruinate thy store,

Proceeding both from God, and from the poore.

Dim-sighted Passion, or deceiving most,

Is this the state whereon thou dost so boast?

Are these thy streames of pleasure to be rich?

Or these thy charmes wherewith thou dost bewitch?

Those, those are they, it is thy charme, indeed,

That makes men so much trust unto a reed,

[Page] And so mistake, to take, of blessings given,

The shadow, for the substance, earth for Heav'n.

Sweet selfe, can reason thus be overthrowne

In any heart of man, yes, in thine owne;

The mould was no whit better to thy frame

Then other men are made of, but the same.

Then sith thy foes are great, thy force but small,

Trust notthy strength too much, not sense at all:

But much lesse, take thy riches for thy stay,

Which vanish like a vapour, or betray.

But, as thy wealth should be at thy command,

Or, as a talent trusted in thy hand,

Or as a tryall how thou art affected,

So use't, so rule't, so cover, or neglect it.

Tis made thy servant make it then obey:

Tis ruinous, where servants beare the sway:

Besides, it tis too base a subject farre

To rule where reason and discretion are.

Tis lent thee, as a Talent put in trust,

Then make use of it, keepe it from the rust;

But spend not vainely, as thou must not hide it,

For thou must answer how thou hast imploy'd it.

Tis given thee, as a tryall, to see whether

Thou wilt respect the gift, above the giver;

Thou mayst receive it, but not as the Swine,

Respect it too, but not to it Incline.

Know then, in fine, thy wealth is like a fire,

Where thou mayst warme, but not inflame desire;

To use it wisely, it may serve thy turne,

But if thou com'st too neere it, it will burne.

Come not too neare it then at any hand,

Scorne to be mark'd with such a noted brand:

[Page] Tis safer sure to labour hard to sweate,

Then to be scorch'd in getting such a heate.

Passion in Want.

WHat, borne to beg? or borne to beare, at least,

Still in the collor? why not then a beast?

The beast can but beneath a burden lye,

And sometimes want reliefe, and so doe I.

Or say the beast be subject to correction,

Am I not underneath the same subjection?

Yes, whosoever doe offend or slip,

And scape unlashed, I must have the whip.

Tis my offence that onely doth offend

Or my offence that onely is discern'd:

Or, at the least, tis my unhappy fate,

When I offend, to meete the Magestrate.

Some men have friends, when they offend, to free them

Some men offend as if that none did see them,

And some offenders have the rod in awe:

But I, tis onely I must have the Law.

Sterne! and remorfelesse stubborne Law, as death,

Am I the fittest object for thy wrath?

Beseemes it thee to seise upon me so,

So small a prey, and let the greater goe?

If thou must needes be rigorous to wrong,

Be cruell to offenders that are strong,

To such as slight, or care not for thy frowne,

Make such men stoup I am already downe.

But wherefore should I invocate in vaine?

Tis fruitlesse sure to beg or to complaine,

[Page] My suites are such as doe offend the eare,

Complaints can then not mittigate my care.

What helpelesse then? yea hopelesse too, indeed,

For I must suffer, tis by Law decreed,

I must submit to each insulting checke,

The burden still must lye upon my necke.

Arme then I must to suffer all injoyn'd me,

Stoup downe to take the burden up assign'd me,

And quietly put my necke into the yoke,

The sentence past, I can not now revoke.

Sun, rise not yet then, let me rest a while,

For when thou risest, I must fall to toyle;

The day, which gives to other men delight

That is my Mill to grind in till tis night.

Sweet Sun, then, being risen, speed thy motion

To cast thy seise into the Westerne Ocion,

That when thy beames are vanish'd in the West,

The gentle night may call me home to rest.

Long look'd for darknesse, come then ease my sorrow

Let me put off my yoke untill to morrow,

Refresh me with thy comforts while I stay,

I may have strength to labour when tis day.

Thy rest-affording shadowes are my shelter,

The day is toylesome, and the Sun doth swelter;

Then let thy shadows Cannopy my bed,

Thy shelter be a pillow for my head.

But here, againe, when I should reape this good,

Should take my rest, my Children cry for food,

And to me, with heart-cutting teares doe say,

Deare Father, we have had no bread to day.

Then, mov'd with pitty, what I have, I give them,

Which cannot fill them, though it may relieve them;

[Page] Which eaten, and they empty still, they cry

Father some more, when I have no supply.

With words I seeke my childrens cry to cease,

Not having food to make them hold their peace,

And with a sigh, as if my heart would burst,

I promise food, but I must earne it first.

Beasts, which are savage, seed their young with food:

Birds, which are silly, satisfie their brood:

But I, most sordid, heare my seed complaine,

And call, and crave, and cry for food in vaine.

Sweet babes, whose faces lively doe expresse

Their wofull Fathers Image in distresse,

Why was I made an instrument to breed you,

And not made able, being bred, to feed you?

Deare children cease, your sobs increase my cares,

You shall have bread, although my drinke be teares;

Ile bind my body, like a slave to serve,

Before the issue of the same shall starve.

But doting fortune, why art thou so blind?

Or why art thou so partiall, or unkind?

Was I borne under that unlucky starre

Which onely threatens famine, plague, or warre?

Are Destinies so powerfull where they threat?

Or so much partiall in dividing state?

Some must have much, some Mountanes to their share

But for me nothing; not a moule-hill spare?

Most grosse injustice, or unequall sure,

This is too much for patience to indure;

Some feed on dainties, and I fed with drosse,

They take no paines, I labour like a horse.

When other men are pamper'd, or doe feast,

I pine with hunger, or do want, at least,

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Their Fragments are too good for me; tis well

If I can be partaker of the smell.

Well Dives, take thy pleasure in thy store;

I hope for crummes, though baited from thy doore;

I must have copper, thou the coyne, full bagges,

I empty baskets, thou the robes, I ragges.

Thou art exalted, I am counted base,

Thou must have honour, I must have disgrace,

Thou must be sought to, I must seeke and crave,

Thou must be master, I must be the slave.

Thou hast the calme, and I the rugged guske,

Thou hast the kernell, I have but the huske;

Thy vice seemes vertue, or is not respected;

My Vertue, vice, or more than vice neglected.

Tis bootlesse then in thee to be precise,

And vaine in me to labour to be wise;

Thy grandest vice is nothing, in esteeme,

My greatest Vertues lesse than nothing seeme.

But can the world thus by the world be gull'd?

Or canst thou Dives, thus a sleepe be lull'd?

Will thy dull eares, or more obdurate brest

Not heare my cry, nor answer my request?

Or dost thou laugh to heare my children mourne,

And cry for bread, when thou hast all the corne?

As if thou didst imagine by that way

Both I, and mine, and all would be thy prey.

Well, eate thy fill, and gorge thy selfe with more,

And what thou eat'st not, hoord it up in store:

And, if poore Lazarus trembles at thy gate,

Tell him the crummes are gone, he comes too late.

What shall I say? or shall I silent keepe?

Dives hath dyn'd, and now he is a sleepe.

[Page] Then whether shall I travell for reliefe?

What object is there that will ease my griefe?

If I looke upwards to the azure skies,

In hope that heav'ns would ease my miseries,

There are those impropitious Planets raigning

Which ty'd me to these sorrowes by ordaining.

If I looke downwards, to that neather Orbe,

To earth for comfort, when the Heavens doe curb,

There I find nothing can my cares remove,

But feele beneath, what was injoyn'd above.

There, there I toyle and labour like a bruite;

I plow, and sow; but others reape the fruite;

I dig for Oare, but seldome touch the money,

I there am stung, but others sucke the honey.

Onely the empty, and impartiall ayre,

That is mine freely, lest I should despaire,

I sucke that life-preserving succour, which

Is all the portion that can make me rich.

Sweet ayre then, and least guilty of offences,

Be thou my comfort, vivifie my senses,

And, if all other Elements agree

To barre we succour, let me live by thee.

But I am vaine, in hope to ease my cares,

Thus to entreat a creature without eares:

If eares be dease, then creatures which have none,

Although I cry, must needs be like a stone.

Then let me rest, tis folly to intreat,

For I must labour, if I meane to eate,

I may complaine, or vex my selfe to dead,

But I must grind, or I must have no bread.

§

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VVHat all in Passion? overcome with mood?

Despaire of comfort? make a doubt of food?

As if the doore of all reliefe were lock'd,

And all thy hungry expectations mock'd.

Is there no rest, no pitty, peace, nor love

For thee on earth, nor comming from above?

So deepely moved, nothing but complaine?

Can not the hand which did create sustaine:

Deare selfe, surcease, recall thy selfe, forbeare,

The danger, sure, is lesser then the feare,

Thy life is no such Tragedy of woe

As thou conceiv'st, thou dost but thinke it so.

Tis true, tis hard, I know, to humane nature

To yeeld subjection to a fellow creature,

That the same mould, same workmanship and all

Should downe unto the selfe-same creature fall.

But be content, tis not thy imperfection

In forme, or substance, binds thee to subjection,

But onely he that formed all doth say

Let some men rule, and othersome obey.

Distemper'd, or more stuborne selfe, by much,

Then yeeld subjection, stoup, and doe not grutch;

To man thus stouping, thou must understand

Thou honourst God, obeying his command:

And so preserv'st thy Soveraigne title still,

Subject to nothing but thy Makers will.

Whose will thou wilt not, nay thou canst not shun,

What he doth will must readily be done;

[Page] Then sith his will should willingnesse beget,

Obey his will that bindes thee to submit.

What though the man thou stoup'st unto be vaine,

Or one that doth requite thee with disdaine?

Or one that shuns thee as he walkes the streete,

As if thou shouldst infect him when you meete.

Or one that takes thee for a varmine, which

Doth live upon the substance of the rich,

And thereupon, in safeguard of his store,

Doth keepe a dogge to keepe thee from his doore.

Yet, if he hath a place above assign'd,

Thou must obey because tis so injoyn'd,

Though he be bad, thou must thy good expresse,

His vices must not make thy vertues lesse.

Besides, if all mens portions here were great,

If all men were made equall in estate,

Why then there would no government be had,

All would be Masters, all the world run mad.

But God on some doth very much bestow,

Againe, he placeth other some as low,

That from respect to each mans places due

May both command, and servitude insue.

Deare selfe, then cease thy sorrows in this kind,

Although thy body be supprest; thy mind

Is not subjected, but may flye a pitch

Above the highest checking of the rich.

Then if thy mind, the Image of thy soule,

Be not subjected to the worlds controule,

But freely towring on her unclipt wings,

May take her pleasure on the better things,

What cause hast thou then to complaine of cords?

When thy estate such liberty affords:

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The matchlesse freedomes of the mind are more

Than all the treasure on the Indian shore.

Fond selfe, then how canst thou complaine of want?

Canst in this fullnesse thinke thy portion scant?

Oh! yes, say'st thou, these are but mentall joyes,

Or, as some count, imaginary toyes;

These have no substance, these are but deceit,

Or empty ayrie notions of no weight,

These are no kernels, these are but a shell:

And tis not words can empty stomackes fill.

Or hast thou food, it must be of the worst,

And, ere thou hast it, thou must earne it first,

Thou must consume thy body into sweate

Before thou canst refresh the same with meate.

Which being fed, tis but (as fed in vaine)

To make it fit to be consum'd againe:

Or as the Galley slave is with the Turke,

Thou dost but eate to make thee strong to worke.

But mine owne selfe, beware of sense bred harmes,

These are most subtle, most deluding charmes:

Thy Soule, I tell thee, is the better part,

Though sense would have thee most prefer thy heart.

Then having soule-insuing food, the best,

Repine not: Nor despaire thou of the rest,

Thou and thy Children shall have food to eate,

He that hath given you mouthes, will give you meate.

He hath a store house, where much fullnesse lyes.

Of his hid treasure, hiden from thine eyes:

Nay, he can turne the very stones to bread:

The silly Ravens that call on him are fed.

Then trust on him, his Promise is his Deed,

He will not faile thee, calling at thy need:

[Page] Nor canst thou be more ready to declare

Thy wants in calling, then he is to heare.

What though the rich have all things at desire?

Are fed with dainties, clad in rich attire,

And take their pleasure? sith the truth informes

They are but fed, or pamper'd for the wormes:

They which, perhaps, impatient of delay,

Doe call to their Creator for such prey.

Then though their cates be rare, or doe excell,

If thou hast that suffice thee? tis as well:

Their rarest dainties can but hunger stay,

And so thy meane and plainest dyet may.

Or have they vertue to keepe health in store?

I dare presume, thy homely feed hath more:

That all the oddes is onely in the taste,

Which is but as a needlesse sawce in waste.

And what although thy outward weed be plaine,

Or simple, such as some men doe disdaine,

Yet by it if the cold may be defended?

It doth the good for which it was intended.

Then having that, thou hast to serve thy need:

Forefathers were contented with a weed;

And did as much excesse hereof deride

As now in the excesse hereof is pride.

Or why shouldst at thy working state repine?

When tis the state that God doth all injoyne:

When man would needs the fruite forbidden eate,

God ty'd him straight to labour for his meate.

Then worke, it is the will of thy Creator.

Besides, it makes thee eate, and sleepe the better,

It preserves health; subdues the rebell sense,

And gives much scoope unto intelligence.

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Deceived selfe, repine not then at all,

Thy poverty was purchas'd by thy fall;

And he on whom was most of all bestowne

Deserves as poore a portion as thine owne.

And if that he which here possesseth most

Disdaines thee, or with insulations boast,

Tell him the Fatall wheele doth turne amaine,

Which drew him up, to throw him downe againe.

And in the end, when thou thy race hast run,

And art to give account what thou hast done,

The lesse thy portion, or thy part hath beene

The lesse, no doubt, will thy account be then;

Which is a comfort, and will then appeare

A greater comfort than tis counted here.

Then, in the meane time, why should'st thou be sad?

Because that men account thy fortunes bad:

Thy treasures are the vertues of the minde,

In which the world, or worldly men are blind.

The poore man, pious, is to God as deare

As men most wealthy, or advanced here:

And though the poore suffers here a while,

Those frownes ere long, will vanish with a smile.

For howsoever, man may shew despight,

Both God, and Law doe favour men upright:

And he that hath all favours in his store,

What fitter object for him than the poore.

Passion in Honour.

ARe men made Gods? or by the Gods made men?

If Gods, why are we not ascending then?

[Page] Why lye we chain'd or pudl'd in the mire?

When either gods, or men we may aspire.

Up then my thoughts, from earthly toyes remove,

Betake you to your wings, theres prize above;

Rouse, rouse, me thinkes I see an object faire,

It seemes a golden Eagle in the ayre;

What ist? if it be not the very same?

Oh, tis her bird, which we intitle fame:

See how she doth descend, as on a string,

As if she meant to set me on her wing.

Then flye my thoughts, and meet her in the way,

Glide swiftly through the ayre make no delay:

Rare Phoenix, let me take thee on my fist

That I may take my pleasure when I list.

What, dost thou checke, or seeme to bend away?

Stoup gentle Faulkon, thou shalt have the prey,

I take thee for my pleasure, but to fly,

Ile nurse thee as the apple of mine eye.

Well, now I have my wish, I am secure,

The bird I sought is stoup'd unto my lucre,

That airy bird, the sweetest bird that sings,

Or rather flyes! O, beare me on thy wings.

Let me injoy the favours of thy love,

Who dost come downe to carry me above,

That I may take those pleasures as I rise

Which are most high; the lower I despise.

The higher, the richer prey is to be won,

Then let us mount, thou needst not feare the Sun;

I feare no falling, thou thy strength hast felt,

Thy wings, I trust, will neither scorch, nor melt.

Thou heav'ns bred bird, then heave thy sailes, I know

Thy nature doth disdaine to prey below:

[Page] And I shall never have my full desire,

Though I mount high, if there be game yet higher.

Then raise me to the Regions of thy Dame,

Or, if it may be, higher than the same:

For, if I reach not to the highest top,

I shall account my Ocion but a drop.

Tis true, good fortunes did on me attend

Before I had a motion to ascend,

I then had friends, and many favours granted,

With much respect, and Gold I never wanted.

Yea, large possessions; and was little pent

Of any earthly object of content,

But had on earth, what might be had, assign'd,

That might content a reasonable minde.

And in these pleasures I tooke much repose,

Yea, did conceive no higher joyes then those:

But, like the Bee, lay sucking on those flowers,

Not looking up, from whence such hony showers.

But, as mens minds are subject unto change,

So did my thoughts, in time, begin to range,

And, by some secret inspirations, mov'd,

Which were no sooner motions, but approv'd:

I glanced upwards, thereby, if I might,

To view some higher object of delight.

Where (with a heart-attracting sight) mine eyes

Discry'd thee hover very neere the skies,

Wherewith inflam'd, it mov'd me to desire

Thou mightst come downe, or I ascend up higher,

That I might see thee to discerne thee fuller,

And view thy beauties in their proper colour.

Then all the pleasures I injoy'd before

Became as nothing if I had not more;

[Page] I did disdaine, or very much neglect

All former favours, treasure, or respect,

And onely ravish'd with thy selfe on high,

Contemning things below, I sought to flye.

Heavens! what a dreadfull hell had I in part?

What Passions had possession in my heart?

Sometimes in hope, and sometimes in despaire,

Like Icarus, to be soaring in the ayre.

I slipt no meanes conducing to my ends,

But was an humble suitor to my friends,

My wits I did upon the Tainters straine,

And made my purse as lavish as my braine.

Now, by these helpes, and others my devising,

With much a doe, I got some hopes of rising,

Which hopes infram'd, and helpes so fed desire;

That I at length, am got up thus much higher.

But here I stand, from hence I cannot stirre,

My thoughts, and wits are here at a demurre:

I am as if imprison'd in my state,

Which makes me loath, what I desir'd of late.

I doe confesse when I at first did grow

Unto that height, which now I count too low,

I was contented, and my heart was glad,

As one sufficed with the state I had.

My thoughts, and senses were reviv'd and merry,

My spirits were refreshed as with sherry;

And I became as one with comfort risen,

Who had beene long in thralldome, out of prison.

The world did then admire me, as amazed,

And at my birth of honour stood and gazed,

And with much show of reverence and fame,

To grace this birth, did celebrate the same.

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My entertainment was with such applause

That I my selfe began to stand and pause,

As if amazed at my selfe to see

The honour done unto my new degree.

But now, alas, my honour is but cold,

My new degree is now accounted old:

And men begin to question my desert

Because there fals no motion to my part.

No motion, no preferment seene at all,

No rising, which is next unto a fall;

His rising was with rumors of repute,

Which praises are forgotten now, or mute.

Thus, thus me thinkes I heare the people prate,

Which shewes they either doe disdaine, or hate;

Because I rise not as some others mount,

The world doth call my worth unto account.

Distemper'd people, destitute of shame,

Can you both praise, and then dispraise the same?

And wretched I, that men so vaine, or sleeping

Should have the Trumpet of my fame in keeping.

Must my applause be subject to the rude

Inconstant censure of the multitude?

And onely as their various gale shall blow

My reputation here must ebbe, or flow.

What is it then to be exalted here

To place of Honour? when it doth appeare,

It that he be not still ascending higher,

But doe sit still, our honour doth retire.

Come then Invention, nimble motion'd wit,

What project now, what plot can you beget?

Or what doth want, or what is in the way?

I can command, and can that beare no sway?

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Oh! restlesse, joylesse, have I meanes, and will

To be ascending, and yet sit I still?

Have I such force afforded to resist

Obscurest clouds, and yet am in a mist?

Forgetfull Fortune, canst no favour show?

It had beene better I had kept below,

Than to have beene unto this state erected,

And being up, to be therein neglected.

Oh! give me motion, people may discover

That I am rising, let them see me hover,

That I may heare their Ecchoes in the ayre

My praises sounding, or I doe despaire.

But why am I thus Passionate in mind?

Despairing, or distrusting in this kind?

Though shadowes late have turn'd my day to night,

The Sun is rising now to give me light.

Those higher Orbes, whose clouds dispersing gleames

Are ever ready when we want their beames,

Have, from their heav'nly Arke, sent downe a Dove

To take me up, and carry me above,

Thou heavenly Dove then, sith thou art come down

To decke my head, Oh! let me have a crowne:

Or, if thou think'st that be too great a praise,

At lest returne not till I have some Bayes.

The flouds are gone, the flowres, and leaves are greene,

Then let the same be by my Garland seene;

That men may see the earth hath drunke those showers

Which hung betweene me, and the higher powers.

That so the people, which have long forgot me,

Or with an eye respectlesse looked at me,

May make me now the object of their praise,

As one whom heavens hath a delight to raise.

[Page] And you the sacred Muses of our age

Delight to act my tryumphs on the stage,

And in such ample formes imprint my glory

That many ages hence may read the story.

And let my Armes, augmented, to my line

Increase of Honour give. And when my shrine

Shall once intombe my body, let my fame

Perpetuated be upon the same.

Discretion in Honour.

WHat doe I wake, or neither wake nor sleepe?

But dreames possesse me with illusions deepe:

Poore silly earth, inspir'd with fancies proud,

Imagines it may trample on a cloud.

Deceiving, or deceived heart, at least,

Canst thou be thus transported in my brest?

Canst thou be thus aspiring, or presuming,

Shall earthly wormes, be airy formes assuming?

Deceived selfe, how canst thou thus transported?

Or whether are thy sober wits resorted?

What art become so empty, light a thing

That all thy mind is now to be on wing?

Nothing but soaring in the ayre on high,

Nothing will please thee if thou dost not fly,

So farre besotted with these airy things

Thou dreamest of birds should set thee on their wings,

Of golden Doves, of Eagles: to speake plaine,

Of Castles in the ayre, or in thy braine.

And whence proceeds these troubles? onely bred

Of grosse distemper'd Humors in thy head,

[Page] Which growing to extreames, in this condition,

Converts thy very soule into ambition.

But mine owne heart, and mine owne head be staid,

Cal home your thoughts, collect your wits now straid.

They in the ayre are hunting of a feather,

And thou on earthly'st onely gazing thither.

Fooles play with Feathers, art not thou the same,

To let thy thoughts run after such a game?

Which though it seemes to stoupe to thee, in fine,

May light upon anothers head, not thine.

And what is fame here? is it any other

Than a meere painted, or a golden feather?

Tost in the empty ayre, to and fro

By each inconstant vapour that doth blow.

The peoples acclamations, which we find

Are just as light, and changing as the wind;

Whereon relying, men may hoyse up saile,

But when a stresse, or tempest comes they faile.

But mine owne selfe, be more thine owne intire,

Not tost thus to, and fro, upon desire;

Let not supposed happinesse, though great,

Move thee to loath a present happy state.

What dost thou want? what canst thou wish, indeed

Either to satisfie desire, or need?

Which thou hast not already in such plenty

As may, so long as thou art man, content thee?

Possessions thou hast in possession many,

Silver and Gold thou hast no want of any,

Fullnesse of pleasure speed before thee lyes,

Titles of Honour too, that may suffice.

And howsoever thy mistrustfull heart,

Proceeding from suspect of thy desert,

[Page] May move thee to surmise the World neglects thee,

Yet people peradventure, more respects thee

Than thou hast eyes are open to observe,

Yea more, it may be, than thou dost deserve.

But say the people doe begin to slight thee,

And trumpets of thy fame, which did delight thee,

Are now not sounded with so great applause

As once thy Honour gave the World a cause.

What then? shalt thou be thereupon inrag'd,

And onely curse the people, who, ingag'd

To doe thee Honour, doe not make it knowne,

As if there were no fault herein thine owne?

Sense blinded selfe, thy eye-sight is not cleere,

Thou lookes too farre, for that which is too neere,

Thou blam'st the people, when the fault is thine,

Remove the cause, th'effect will then decline.

Would'st heare the Ecchoes of thy praise rebound

Then let thy Vertues give that trumpet sound,

For if the Ecchoes of thy praises cease

It is because thy Vertues doe decrease.

Be Vertuous, and be famous in thy place,

For Vertue is in Thrones the highest grace:

High borne, high plac'd, befits a lofty story;

But lasting fame, is onely Vertues glory.

Deare selfe, then be not in that franticke mood,

To labour here to be more great, then good:

But, if that greatnesse needs must be thy prey,

Let goodnesse goe before to make the way.

But wherefore hast thou such a mind to rise?

When thou art such a pitch as may suffice:

Is climing without danger dost suppose?

Whoever fell, but first of all he rose?

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Then who to rise would vex himselfe at all,

When rising doth but presuppose a fall?

Nor can he (though he dreames himselfe secure)

That doth sit tottering on the top, sit sure.

Besides, it is the envy of the times

To ayme at him that sits alost, or climes:

Ambitious spirits cannot brooke superiors,

Thou they themselves be many wayes inferiors.

Men still are doting on that fond surmising,

That one mans falling, proves anothers rising;

That alwayes men advanced high, are lying

Within the boundlesse reach of much envying.

Fond selfe, then doe not struggle so with fate

To change the better, for a greater state:

Nor yet suppose tis greatnesse of the same,

If goodnesse want, that can preserve thy fame.

Nay, be'st thou bad, twill mar thy greatnesse quite,

For, though men dare not brand thee in thy sight,

Yet in thy absence men will speake their minde;

And shew, although they winke, they are not blind.

Besides, if bad, the higher in degree,

By oddes the greater will thy downefall be:

And when thou shalt be downe, nay, shalt be de dead;

And in thy silent grave art buryed.

Although thou then mayst, peradventure, have

A stately Tombe erected on thy grave,

Most firmely fixed to preserve thy fame,

With a faire Epitaph upon the same.

Yet thou must not imagine this will serve

Thy much defaced Honour to preserve,

No, these can slender commendations raise,

These are but silly monuments of praise.

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Indeed, perhaps, when such men shall it seē

As are meere strangers to the Land, or thee,

Thou mayst have some conceived Honour by them,

Untill report doth better certifie them.

But when that such shall therein hap to view thee

As in thy life, and Conversation knew thee;

If any Vertue be therein indented,

Alas, will they say, this was but invented.

And thus thy sumptuous Epitaph, or Tombe,

Intended to thy Honour, shall become,

Instead of Trophies written on thy shrine,

A shame to thee, and scandall to thy line.

Deluded selfe, then would'st have Honour here?

Then strive to be the same thou wouldst appeare:

For tis not place, nor, title, nor degree

Can set thy greatnesse from mens censures free.

Or wouldst thou have thy Honour to indure?

To thee, and thine? let Vertue make it sure:

For Vertue onely writes with such a pen

As doth indent beyond the Art of men.

Take Vertue then to be thy onely prize,

For, without Vertue, men but fall, that rise:

But, doubtlesse he whom Vertue doth advance,

His state is little subject unto chance.

Sweet Vertue! why doe we no more admire?

But carelesse we that doe no more desire thee:

Tis thou that onely mak'st us weare the Bayes,

And we that onely doe neglect thy praise.

If thou giv'st light to lowest shrubs of all,

What luster giv'st to Cedars that are tall?

If thou giv'st grace to meanest men that live?

What Glory dost thou to the mighty give?

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Deare selfe, then seeke to clime no otherwise

Then Vertue teacheth, if thou needs must rise:

But, if thou wouldst be certaine not to fall,

The surest way is not to clime at all.

Passion and Discretion.

Passion.

COme sweet delights, come let me taste you quicker

Your Quintessence is Nectar, Courtly lickor:

I tast your honey, and I taste againe,

Yet unsuffic'd, as if I drunke in vaine:

I drinke, and drinke thereon, and yet am dry:

Oh! have you fullnesse that can make supply?

Strange! ever sucking, and yet empty still?

Come let me taste you fully, drinke my fill.

Discretion.

Fond man, what mean'st? dost hunger for delight?

To feed on that which feedeth Appitite?

Or wouldst thou drinke those liquours, like the Seas,

To quench thy thirst, which will thy thirst increase?

There thou, indeed, mayst drinke till thou dost burst,

Or thou dost drowne, but never quench thy thirst:

Nor can that liquor satisfie at all,

Though taste like honey, which converts to gall.

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Passion.

Earth, earth, earth, earth, what is it voyd of sense?

Why have I feeling then, who came from thence?

I call to earth, for earth to ease my cares,

But why have I a tongue, and earth no eares?

Unhappy man, must I my case bemoane

To move the earth, and earth becomes a stone?

Let pitty then for ever cease to be:

Oh! give me earth, or let the earth take me.

Discretion.

All-earth, what ayl'st thou? nothing but that mire

Which thou wert made of, suits with thy desire?

Is earth so sweet to taste on, or to smell?

Be satisfi'd, thou shalt have earth thy fill.

Thy gaping mouth, and unsufficed throate,

With earth fill'd up, shall make thee change thy note,

And, in revenge, the earth thou call'st so fast,

To feed on here, shall eate up thee at last.

Passion.

You melting clouds, which mourne above my head,

Let teares drop downe, my dearest friend is dead:

Remorselesse death hath now untide that knot

Most dead affection fasten'd, or begot.

Departed Friend, deare was thy presence to me,

Deep wounding death, what vengeance dost thou show me

Deare friend, but must death sever's with his dart?

Life, rather leave me too, tis death to part.

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Discretion.

Lamenting creature, cease thy sobs, forbeare

Thy friends at rest, then why art thou in care?

Death was but sent to free thy friend from strife,

Then blame not death, nor rob thy selfe of life.

Life is but lent, and so a debt, indeed,

Which must be paid, before the debtor's freed,

If freedome then by dying may be gain'd,

Thy friend is freed, and thou thy selfe art chain'd.

Passion.

Faire? yea most faire, mistake not I the glasse?

Is there such beauty in a humane face?

Or more then humane, very neere Divine,

If not meere heav'nly, could it else so shine?

Heavens Master-piece, or Natures rarest art,

Thy Sun-like beames attract my yeelding heart:

I gaze on thee, and gazing lose my sight,

And yet the more I gaze, the more delight.

Discretion.

Vaine Doter, dost, nay, darst thou pry so neere?

Thy sight so weake, this Sun so passing cleere:

Regard thy sight, looke off a while: its power

Will faile anon; it wither like a flower.

Beauty be comes a baite; dost thou not know

That Snakes doe hide where fairest flowers doe grow?

The pith of griest, is in this barke of joy:

Faire Hellen caus'd the overthrow of Troy.

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Passion.

Tush; I have braines, why stand I doubting still?

My wits will serve to answer for my will:

What need I tremble then, or stand in awe?

When Logicke will defend, why feare I law?

Come then Invention let us beat our braines,

Plot for our ends, and give desire the reines:

Our secret Projects shall have good successe,

If otherwise, our wits shall find redresse.

Discretion.

Proud Haman, or Achitophel, be wise.

Hee's most a foole, most on his wit relyes.

Seest thou not how they sinke, or run a shore

That make their Wit their Boat, their Will their Oare

Presume not then, mans Policy is light,

Events are secret, hiden from his sight:

He may the outside of things present find,

But in things secret, or to come he's blind.

Passion.

Woe, woe, why came I forth my Mothers wom be?

Why was not that Sepulcher still my Tom be?

There I had ease, and rest, but borne to strife,

Cryes did foretell the sorrowes of my life:

Sorrowes, indeed, tormented with such paine

Which to conceive, confounds conceit, as vaine:

Can Natures wants by Art have no supply?

Oh! ease me, ease me, ease me or I dye.

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Discretion.

I moane thee much, but thou must be content,

Thy case is all mens, comming by descent;

Adam did eate, and surfet; thou his sonne

Art bound to suffer, still the sore doth run.

Despaire not though, but pacifie thy minde,

There is no sore, but hath a salve assign'd:

If in the body, Physicke there doth good,

If in the soule, then her Physitions blood.

Passion.

What, have I spent my time, and Parents cost,

Ingaining Learning, and my labour lost?

Is Learning now neglected? yes, become,

It seemes by me, not worthy of a Roome:

Or; if I be got in, I am so pent,

The roome I have doth give me no content:

I know my worth, and what the world doth owe me;

But purblind world, will neither pay, nor know me,

Discretion.

Have patience man, the world doth place admit,

And Honour too, to men deserving it:

Then rest content, thou shalt have what thou would'st,

Be'st thou the same thou say'st; if not, why shouldst?

Thou may'st have learning great, yet not allow'd:

Thou may'st have learning good, yet making proud:

Thou may'st by learning shew the Truth most full:

Thou may'st by Learning most deceive and gull.

If Learning then can put such shapes upon her,

Let heavens give grace, that Learning may give honor.

FINIS.

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Passion and discretion, in youth and age ...

Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.

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— Passion and discretion, in youth and age ..., Calver, Edward, fl. 1649..

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