Part 39

That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime That gives us man up now, like _Adams_ time Before he ate; mans shape, that would yet bee (Knew they not it, and fear'd beasts companie) So naked at this day, as though man there 5 From Paradise so great a distance were, As yet the newes could not arrived bee Of _Adams_ tasting the forbidden tree; Depriv'd of that free state which they were in, And wanting the reward, yet beare the sinne. 10 But, as from extreme hights who downward looks, Sees men at childrens shapes, Rivers at brookes, And loseth younger formes; so, to your eye, These (Madame) that without your distance lie, Must either mist, or nothing seeme to be, 15 Who are at home but wits mere _Atomi_. But, I who can behold them move, and stay, Have found my selfe to you, just their midway; And now must pitty them; for, as they doe Seeme sick to me, just so must I to you. 20 Yet neither will I vexe your eyes to see A sighing Ode, nor crosse-arm'd Elegie. I come not to call pitty from your heart, Like some white-liver'd dotard that would part Else from his slipperie soule with a faint groane, 25 And faithfully, (without you smil'd) were gone. I cannot feele the tempest of a frowne, I may be rais'd by love, but not throwne down. Though I can pittie those sigh twice a day, I hate that thing whispers it selfe away. 30 Yet since all love is fever, who to trees Doth talke, doth yet in loves cold ague freeze. 'Tis love, but, with such fatall weaknesse made, That it deftroyes it selfe with its owne shade. Who first look'd sad, griev'd, pin'd, and shew'd his paine, 35 Was he that first taught women, to disdaine. As all things were one nothing, dull and weake, Vntill this raw disordered heape did breake, And severall desires led parts away, Water declin'd with earth, the ayre did stay, 40 Fire rose, and each from other but unty'd, Themselves unprison'd were and purify'd: So was love, first in vast confusion hid, An unripe willingnesse which nothing did, A thirst, an Appetite which had no ease, 45 That found a want, but knew not what would please. What pretty innocence in those dayes mov'd? Man ignorantly walk'd by her he lov'd; Both sigh'd and enterchang'd a speaking eye, Both trembled and were sick, both knew not why. 50 That naturall fearefulnesse that struck man dumbe, Might well (those times consider'd) man become. As all discoverers whose first assay Findes but the place, after, the nearest way: So passion is to womans love, about, 55 Nay, farther off, than when we first set out. It is not love that sueth, or doth contend; Love either conquers, or but meets a friend. Man's better part consists of purer fire, And findes it selfe allow'd, ere it desire. 60 Love is wise here, keepes home, gives reason sway, And journeys not till it finde summer-way. A weather-beaten Lover but once knowne, Is sport for every girle to practise on. Who strives through womans scornes, women to know, 65 Is lost, and seekes his shadow to outgoe; It must bee sicknesse, after one disdaine, Though he be call'd aloud, to looke againe. Let others sigh, and grieve; one cunning sleight Shall freeze my Love to Christall in a night. 70 I can love first, and (if I winne) love still; And cannot be remov'd, unlesse she will. It is her fault if I unsure remaine, Shee onely can untie, and binde againe. The honesties of love with ease I doe, 75 But am no porter for a tedious woo. But (madame) I now thinke on you; and here Where we are at our hights, you but appeare, We are but clouds you rise from, our noone-ray But a foule shadow, not your breake of day. 80 You are at first hand all that's faire and right, And others good reflects but backe your light. You are a perfectnesse, so curious hit, That youngest flatteries doe scandall it. For, what is more doth what you are restraine, 85 And though beyond, is downe the hill againe. We'have no next way to you, we crosse to it: You are the straight line, thing prais'd, attribute; Each good in you's a light; so many a shade You make, and in them are your motions made. 90 These are your pictures to the life. From farre We see you move, and here your _Zani's_ are: So that no fountaine good there is, doth grow In you, but our dimme actions faintly shew. Then finde I, if mans noblest part be love, 95 Your purest luster must that shadow move. The soule with body, is a heaven combin'd With earth, and for mans ease, but nearer joyn'd. Where thoughts the starres of soule we understand, We guesse not their large natures, but command. 100 And love in you, that bountie is of light, That gives to all, and yet hath infinite. Whose heat doth force us thither to intend, But soule we finde too earthly to ascend, 'Till slow accesse hath made it wholy pure, 105 Able immortall clearnesse to endure. Who dare aspire this journey with a staine, Hath waight will force him headlong backe againe. No more can impure man retaine and move In that pure region of a worthy love: 110 Then earthly substance can unforc'd aspire, And leave his nature to converse with fire: Such may have eye, and hand; may sigh, may speak; But like swoln bubles, when they are high'st they break. Though far removed Northerne fleets scarce finde 115 The Sunnes comfort; others thinke him too kinde. There is an equall distance from her eye, Men perish too farre off, and burne too nigh. But as ayre takes the Sunne-beames equall bright From the first Rayes, to his last opposite: 120 So able men, blest with a vertuous Love, Remote or neare, or howsoe'r they move; Their vertue breakes all clouds that might annoy, There is no Emptinesse, but all is Ioy. He much profanes whom violent heats do move 125 To stile his wandring rage of passion, _Love_: Love that imparts in every thing delight, Is fain'd, which only tempts mans appetite. Why love among the vertues is not knowne Is, that love is them all contract in one. 130

[To the Countesse of Huntington. _1635-69_: S^{r} Wal: Ashton to y^{e} Countesse of Huntingtowne _P_, _TCD_ (_II_)]

[2 man] men _P_]

[3 ate; _1635-39_: eat; _1650-69_]

[11 downward] inward _TCD_]

[14 without] _om. TCD_]

[17 who] that _P_, _TCD_]

[20 you.] you, _1635-69_]

[26 faithfully, _1635-69_: finally _P_, _TCD_

you smil'd _1635-54_ your smile _1669_, _P_, _TCD_]

[28 down. _1635-54_: down, _1669_]

[30 whispers] whispered _P_: vapours _TCD_]

[31 fever] _feverish_ _1669_]

[32 doth yet] yet doth _1669_

ague] feaver _P_]

[35 paine,] paine. _1635-39_]

[36 women] woman _TCD_]

[37 were one] were but one _1669_]

[47 those dayes] that day _1669_]

[50 both knew _1635-54_: but knew _P_, _TCD_: yet, knew _1669_]

[52 consider'd _Ed_: considered _1635-69_]

[57 sueth, or] sues and _P_]

[65 womans] womens _P_

women] woman _TCD_

know, _1650-69_: know. _1635-39_]

[67 It must be] It is meer _1669_

sicknesse,] sicknesse _1635-69_]

[69 sigh _P_, _TCD_: sinne, _1635-69_]

[74 and _P_: I _1635-69_, _TCD_]

[76 woo. _TCD_: wooe. _P_: woe. _1635-69_, _Chambers and Grolier_]

[77 I now] now I _TCD_]

[78 hights] height _TCD_]

[79 clouds you rise from, our noone-ray _Grolier_: clouds, you rise from our noone-ray, _1635-69_, _TCD_, _and Chambers_]

[81 right] bright _P_]

[83 a perfectnesse] all perfections _P_]

[84 youngest] quaintest _TCD_

flatteries] flatterers _P_, _TCD_]

[86 though] what's _P_]

[87 We'have _Ed_: We have _1635-69_]

[88 straight line,] streight-lace _P_

attribute; _Ed_: attribute. _1635_: attribute, _1639-69_]

[91 These] Those _TCD_]

[98 With earth] _om. TCD_

but] _om. 1650-69_]

[99 thoughts] through _P_]

[105 wholy] holy _TCD_]

[106 endure.] endure _1635_]

[108 waight] weights _P_, _TCD_]

[109 impure] vapore _P_]

[114 when they're highest break. _P_, _TCD_

break.] break _1635-39_: brak _1650-54_: brake. _1669_]

[115 _In edd. new par. begins wrongly at_ 113, _and so Chambers and Grolier_

fleets] Isles _1669_]

[116 comfort; _1635-54_: sweet comfort, _1669_

others] yet some _1669_]

[119 But as the aire takes all sunbeams equall bright _P_]

[120 the first Rayes, _1635-54_: the Raies first, _1669_, _TCD_: the rise first _P_]

[121 able men _P_: able man, _1635-54_: happy man, _1669_: happy['s] man _Grosart and Chambers_]

[123 Their _1669_, _P_, _TCD_: There _1635-54_, _Chambers and Grolier_]

[125 violent _P_, _TCD_: valiant _1635-69_]

[126 _Love_: _Ed_: _Love_. _1635-54_: _Love_, _1669_]

[127 imparts] imports _1669_, _TCD_]

[128 Is fain'd, which ... appetite. _P_: Is thought the mansion of sweet appetite. _TCD_: Is fancied _1635-39_ (_rest of line left blank_): Is fancied in the Soul, not in the sight. _1650-54_: Is fancied by the Soul, not appetite. _1669_]

[130 Is, that] Is, 'cause _TCD_

contract in _1650-69_, _P_: contracted _1635-39_, _TCD_]

III.

_Elegie._

Death be not proud, thy hand gave not this blow, Sinne was her captive, whence thy power doth flow; The executioner of wrath thou art, But to destroy the just is not thy part. Thy comming, terrour, anguish, griefe denounce; 5 Her happy state, courage, ease, joy pronounce. From out the Christall palace of her breast, The clearer soule was call'd to endlesse rest, (Not by the thundering voyce, wherewith God threats, But, as with crowned Saints in heaven he treats,) 10 And, waited on by Angels, home was brought, To joy that it through many dangers sought; The key of mercy gently did unlocke The doores 'twixt heaven and it, when life did knock. Nor boast, the fairest frame was made thy prey, 15 Because to mortall eyes it did decay; A better witnesse than thou art, assures, That though dissolv'd, it yet a space endures; No dramme thereof shall want or losse sustaine, When her best soule inhabits it again. 20 Goe then to people curst before they were, Their spoyles in Triumph of thy conquest weare. Glory not thou thy selfe in these hot teares Which our face, not for hers, but our harme weares, The mourning livery given by Grace, not thee, 25 Which wils our soules in these streams washt should be, And on our hearts, her memories best tombe, In this her Epitaph doth write thy doome. Blinde were those eyes, saw not how bright did shine Through fleshes misty vaile the beames divine. 30 Deafe were the eares, not charm'd with that sweet sound Which did i'th spirit-instructed voice abound. Of flint the conscience, did not yeeld and melt, At what in her last Act: it saw, heard, felt. Weep not, nor grudge then, to have lost her sight, 35 Taught thus, our after stay's but a short night: But by all soules not by corruption choaked Let in high rais'd notes that power be invoked. Calme the rough seas, by which she sayles to rest, From sorrowes here, to a kingdome ever blest; 40 And teach this hymne of her with joy, and sing, _The grave no conquest gets, Death hath no sting._

[Elegie. _Ed_: Elegye on the Lady Markham. By L. C. of B. _RP31_: _do._ By C. L. of B. _H40_: Elegie on Mistris Boulstred. _1635-69_: _given as continuation of Death I recant &c._ _O'F_, _P_: _no title_, _B_ (_at foot of page F. B._). _See Text and Canon &c._]

[2 flow; _Ed_: flow, _1635-69_: growe, _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _O'F_, _P_]

[5-6 comming, _1650-69_: comming _1635-39_

state, _1650-69_: state _1635-39_

denounce; ... pronounce. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: denounces; ... pronounces. _1635-69_]

[12 To joy that _1635-69_: To joy what _H40_: To joye, that _B_

sought; _Ed_: sought, _1635-69_]

[22 spoyles .. of .. weare. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_ (beare), _P_: soules .. to .. beare, _1635-69_. _See note_]

[24 hers, _H40_, _P_: her, _1635-69_

weares, _Ed_: weares. _1635-54_: weares: _1669_]

[30 the _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: those _1635-69_]

[31 not _1635-69_: that _B_, _Cy_, _P_]

[32 Which did _1635-69_: Did _H40_: Did not _B_, _Cy_, _P_

spirit-instructed _MSS._: spirits instructed _1635-69_]

[saw, heard, felt. _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_: saw and felt. _1635-69_]

[38 rais'd _1635-69_: raisèd _Chambers_]

[39 she sayles _1635-69_: shee's sayl'd _B_, _H40_: shee's fled _Cy_, _P_

rest, _1650-69_: rest _1635-39_]

[40 here, _1650-69_: here _1635-39_

blest; _Ed_: blest _1635_: blest, _1639-54_: blest. _1669_]

[41 And preach this Hymn which hers (she _Cy_, _P_) with joy did sing, _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _P_

sing, _1650-69_: sing _1635-69_]

IV.

_Psalme 137._

Probably by Francis Davison.

I.

By Euphrates flowry side We did bide, From deare Juda farre absented, Tearing the aire with our cryes, And our eyes, 5 With their streames his streame augmented.

II.

When, poore Syons dolefull state, Desolate; Sacked, burned, and inthrall'd, And the Temple spoil'd, which wee 10 Ne'r should see, To our mirthlesse mindes wee call'd:

III.

Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung, Up wee hung On greene willowes neere beside us, 15 Where, we sitting all forlorne; Thus, in scorne, Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us.

IV.

Come, sad Captives, leave your moanes, And your groanes 20 Under Syons ruines bury; Tune your harps, and sing us layes In the praise Of your God, and let's be merry.

V.

Can, ah, can we leave our moanes? 25 And our groanes Under Syons ruines bury? Can we in this Land sing Layes In the praise Of our God, and here be merry? 30

VI.

No; deare Syon, if I yet Do forget Thine affliction miserable, Let my nimble joynts become Stiffe and numme, 35 To touch warbling harpe unable.

VII.

Let my tongue lose singing skill, Let it still To my parched roofe be glewed, If in either harpe or voice 40 I rejoyce, Till thy joyes shall be renewed.

VIII.

Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kinde, Beare in minde In our ruines how they revell'd. 45 _Sack_, _kill_, _burne_, they cry'd out still, _Sack_, _burne_, _kill_, Downe with all, let all be levell'd.

IX.

And, thou Babel, when the tide Of thy pride 50 Now a flowing, growes to turning; Victor now, shall then be thrall, And shall fall To as low an ebbe of mourning.

X.

Happy he who shall thee waste, 55 As thou hast Us, without all mercy, wasted, And shall make thee taste and see What poore wee By thy meanes have seene and tasted. 60

XI.

Happy, who, thy tender barnes From the armes Of their wailing mothers tearing, 'Gainst the walls shall dash their bones, Ruthlesse stones 65 With their braines and blood besmearing.

[Psalme 137. _1633-69_, _A25_, _C_, _RP61_ in Certaine selected Psalmes of David (in Verse) differint from Those usually sung in the Church Composed by Francis Davison esq^r. deceased and other Gentlemen. Manuscribd by R. Crane. Addl._ _MS. 27407_, _Harl. MSS. 3357 and 6930_]

[4 with our cryes] with mournful cries _Crane_]

[6 his] the _Crane_]

[16 all forlorne] soe forlorne _Crane_]

[22-3

To your Harpes sing us some layes To the praise _Crane_ ]

[24 merry.] merry, _1633-39_]

[25-6 moanes ... groanes] _interchanged_ _Crane_]

[31-2

if I faile To bewayle _Crane_ ]

[42 renewed.] renewed _1633_]

[43 curse] plague _Crane_]

[45 ruines] Ruine _Crane_

revell'd. _Ed_: revell'd, _1633-39_]

[52-3 shall ... shall] shalt ... shalt _Crane_]

[59-60

What by thee Wee (poore wee) have _&c._ _Crane_ ]

V.

_On the blessed Virgin Mary._

Probably by Henry Constable.

In that, ô Queene of Queenes, thy birth was free From that which others doth of grace bereave, When in their mothers wombe they life receive, God, as his sole-borne daughter loved thee.

To match thee like thy births nobilitie, 5 He thee his Spirit for thy spouse did leave, By whom thou didst his onely sonne conceive, And so wast link'd to all the Trinitie.

Cease then, ô Queenes, that earthly Crownes doe weare, To glory in the Pompe of earthly things; 10 If men such high respects unto you beare, Which daughters, wives, and mothers are to Kings, What honour can unto that Queene be done Who had your God for Father, Spouse and Sonne?

[On the _&c._ _1635-69_, _A10_, _B_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_: _also among Spiritual Sonnets by H. C. in Harl. MS. 7553_]

[6 thy spouse _A10_, _B_: his spouse _1635-69_]

[12 to _B_: of _1635-69_

Kings,] kings, _1635_]

VI.

_On the Sacrament._

He was the Word that spake it, Hee tooke the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I doe beleeve and take it.

[On the _&c._ _1635-69_]

VII.

_Absence._

That time and absence proves Rather helps than hurts to loves.

Probably by John Hoskins.

Absence heare my protestation Against thy strengthe Distance and lengthe, Doe what thou canst for alteration: For harts of truest mettall 5 Absence doth joyne, and time doth settle.

Who loves a Mistris of right quality, His mind hath founde Affections grounde Beyond time, place, and all mortality: 10 To harts that cannot vary Absence is present, time doth tary:

My Sences want their outward motion Which now within Reason doth win, 15 Redoubled by her secret notion: Like rich men that take pleasure In hidinge more then handling treasure.

By absence this good means I gaine That I can catch her 20 Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine: There I embrace and there kiss her, And so enjoye her, and so misse her.

[Absence. _The Grove_ (_1721_): _do. or no title_, _B_, _Cy_, _HN_ (_signed_ J. H.), _L74_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_ (_the text here printed_): _also in_ Davison's Poetical Rhapsody (_PR_) _1602_ _and_ (_a maimed and altered version_) _in Wit Restored_ (_WR_) _1658_]

[1 heare _B_, _S96_, _Grove_: heare thou _Cy_, _HN_, _L74_, _PR_, _S_, _WR_]

[3 Distance] Disdayne _HN_]

[4 you can _PR_: yee dare _HN_]

[5 For hearts where love's refined _WR_]

[6 Are absent joyned, by tyme combined. _WR_]

[7 right _S96_: such _Grove_, _HN_, _L74_, _PR_]

[8 He soon hath found _PR_]

[10 all] _om._ _WR_]

[11 To] That _WR_]

[12 present] presence _B_

tary] carry _WR_]

[13 motion] motions _PR_]

[16 by ... notion:] in ... notions: _PR_: in ... notion _HN_]

[18 hidinge] finding _Grove_]

[19 means] mean _WR_]

[23 There I embrace and there kiss her, _S96_: There I embrace her, and _&c._ _L74_: There I embrace and there I kiss her, _B_, _O'F_, _WR_: There I embrace and kiss her, _Grove_, _HN_, _PR_]

[24 and so misse her _B_, _Cy_, _HN_, _L74_, _O'F_, _S96_, _WR_: while none misse her. _Grove_: I both enjoy and miss her. _PR_]

VIII.

_Song._

Probably by the Earl of Pembroke.

Soules joy, now I am gone, And you alone, (Which cannot be, Since I must leave my selfe with thee, And carry thee with me) 5 Yet when unto our eyes Absence denyes Each others sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light; 10 _O give no way to griefe, But let beliefe Of mutuall love, This wonder to the vulgar prove Our Bodyes, not wee move._ 15

Let not thy wit beweepe Wounds but sense-deepe, For when we misse By distance our lipp-joying blisse, Even then our soules shall kisse, 20 Fooles have no meanes to meet, But by their feet. Why should our clay, Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? 25 _O give no way to griefe, &c._

[Song. _1635-69_, _O'F_: also in the Poems &c. (1660) of the Earle of Pembroke and S^{r} Benjamin Ruddier, and the Lansdowne MS. 777, here it is signed E. of Pembroke._]

[1 now] when _1660_, _L77_]

[17 Wounds _L77_: Words _1635-69_, _O'F_

sense-deepe,] _no hyphen_, _1635-69_]

[18 when] while _L77_]

[19 lipp-joyning _L77_ (_not_ lives joining _as Chambers reports_): hopes joyning _1635-69_, _O'F_]

_A Dialogue._

EARLE OF PEMBROKE.

If her disdaine least change in you can move, you doe not love, For whilst your hopes give fuell to the fire, you sell desire. Love is not love, but given free, 5 And so is mine, so should yours bee.

Her heart that melts at others moane, to mine is stone. Her eyes that weepe a strangers hurt to see, joy to wound mee: 10 Yet I so much affect each part, As (caus'd by them) I love my smart.

Say her disdaynings justly must be grac't with name of chaste. And that shee frownes least longing should exceed, 15 and raging breed; Soe can her rigor ne'er offend Unlesse selfe-love seeke private end.

BEN: RUDDIER

'Tis love breeds love in mee, and cold disdaine kils that againe, 20 As water causeth fire to fret and fume, till all consume. Who can of love more free gift make, Then to loves self, for loves own sake.

I'll never dig in Quarry of an heart 25 to have no part, Nor roast in fiery eyes, which alwayes are Canicular. Who this way would a Lover prove, May shew his patience, not his love. 30

A frowne may be sometimes for physick good, But not for food; And for that raging humour there is sure A gentler Cure. Why barre you love of private end, 35 Which never should to publique tend?