Thus bride and bridegroom to the temple2 went,
Though Envy strove the marriage to prevent.
Hymen did join their hands, and their3 hearts tied,4
Not to dissolve until their bodies died.5
The gods did join their souls in wedlock bands; 5
In Heaven’s record their love forever stands.
Author: liza.blake
A Masquer Dressed by Vanity
The2 perfumed powder in’s long curls of hair
Were like3 lime-twigs to catch a maid that’s fair.
His glist’ring suit, which every seam Pride laced,4
Was5 made a bawd for to corrupt the chaste.
A cut-work band, which vanity had wrought, 5
The6 price by which his mistress’s7 love was bought;8
Silk stockings, garters, roses, all of gold,
Were9 bribes by which his mistress’s love did10 hold.
His11 several colored ribbons he did wear,12
Were pages, which to her did letters bear.13 10
Feathers, like sails, did14 wave with every wind,
Yet by these15 sails he finds his mistress kind.
His flatt’ring16 tongue persuades17 a simple maid
That18 all is truth, when all is19 false he said.
Vanity’s Epilogue to the Thoughts
Noblest, you see how finely I am dressed,
Yet all is counterfeit that’s here expressed.
Vanity cheats1 you all, and doth take pride
For to allure you from fair Virtue’s side.
A Masquer Dressed by Honor and Time
His hair did white like silver ribbons show;2
Knots of experience were tied into.3
His head was covered4 all with wisdom’s hat;
Good management the hatband was round5 that.
His garments loose yet manly did appear;6 5
Though time had crumpled them, no spots were there.7
His cloak made of a free and noble mind,
Within8 with generosity was lined.
And gloves of bounty, which his hands did cover,9
Were stitched10 with love, with free hearts trimmed all over.11 10
A sword of valor hung close by his side,
To cut off all base fears and haughty pride.
His boots were honesty, to walk upon,12
And spurs of good desires tied them on.13
Thus he was dressed by Honor and by Time;14 15
The one did give him wit, the other made him fine.15
Honor’s Epilogue
Noble spectators, pray learn this1 by me,
That nothing without Honor, Time, can2 perfect be.
Honor doth dress the mind with virtuous weeds,
And is the parent to all noble deeds.
Time doth the body dress with youth and age, 5
And is great Nature’s chambermaid and page.
If in Time’s cabinet3 great spoils you find,
The fault is ignorance, stupid and4 blind,
Which careless is, and tumbles5 all about,
Misplacing all, taking the6 wrong things out. 10
But Time’s a housewife good, and takes much pain
To order all as Nature did ordain.
On several heaps she several ages7 lays,
And what she takes from Life, to Death she pays.
But if disordered Life doth run in debt, 15
Then Death his sergeants doth diseases set,
Which causes Time8 to give a double pay,
’Cause Life is9 spent so much before rent day.
To all Writing Ladies
It is to be observed that there is a secret working by Nature, as to cast an influence upon the minds of men: like as in contagions, when as the air is corrupted it produces several diseases, so several distempers of the mind by the inflammations of the spirits. And as in healthful ages, bodies are purified, so wits are refined; yet it seems to me as if there were several invisible spirits, that have several but visible powers, to work in several ages upon the minds of men. For in many ages men will be affected and disaffected alike: as in some ages so strongly and superstitiously devout that they make many gods, and in another age so atheistical as they believe in no god at all, and live to those principles. Some ages again have such strong faiths that they will not only die in their several opinions, but they will massacre, and cut one another’s throats, because their opinions are different. In some ages all men seek absolute power, and every man would be emperor of the world, which makes civil wars; for their ambition makes them restless, and their restlessness makes them seek change. Then in another age all live peaceable, and so obedient that the very governors rule with obedient power. In some ages again, all run after imitation, like a company of apes, as to imitate such a poet, to be of such a philosopher’s opinion. Some ages mixed, as moralists, poets, philosophers, and the like; and in some ages again, all affect singularity, and they are thought the wisest that can have the most extravagant opinions. In some ages learning flourisheth in arts and sciences; other ages so dull, as they lose what former ages had taught. And in some ages it seems as if there were a commonwealth of those governing spirits, where most rule at one time. Some ages, as in aristocracy, when some part did rule, and other ages a pure monarchy, when but one rules, and in some ages, it seems as if all those spirits were at defiance who should have most power, which makes them in confusion, and war; so confused are some ages, and it seems as if there were spirits of the feminine gender, as also the masculine. There will be many heroic women in some ages, in others very prophetical, in some ages very pious and devout—for our sex is wonderfully addicted to the spirits. But this age hath produced many effeminate writers, as well as preachers, and many effeminate rulers, as well as actors. And if it be an age when the effeminate spirits rule, as most visible they do in every kingdom, let us take the advantage, and make the best of our time, for fear their reign should not last long, whether it be in the Amazonian government, or in the politic commonwealth, or in flourishing monarchy, or in schools of divinity, or in lectures of philosophy, or in witty poetry, or anything that may bring honor to our sex, for they are poor, dejected spirits that are not ambitious of fame. And though we be inferior to men, let us show ourselves a degree above beasts, and not eat, and drink, and sleep away our time as they do, and live only to the sense, not to the reason, and so turn into forgotten dust. But let us strive to build us tombs while we live, of noble, honorable, and good actions, as2 least harmless,
That though our bodies die,
Our names may live to after memory.
To the Reader, Concerning Fairies
Worthy Readers,1
I wonder any should laugh or think it ridiculous to hear of fairies, and yet verily believe there are spirits, which spirits can have no description, because no dimension—and so of2 witches, which are said to change themselves into several forms, and then to return into their first form again ordinarily, which is altogether against nature—and yet3 laugh at the report of fairies as impossible, which are only small bodies not subject to our sense, although they4 be to our reason. For Nature can as well make small bodies as great, and thin bodies as well as5 thick. We may as well think there is no air, because we do not see it, or think6 there is no air in an empty barrel, or the like, because when we put our hands and7 arms into the same we do not feel it. And why should not they get through doors or walls as well as air doth, if their bodies were as thin? And if we can grant there may be a substance, although not subject to our sense, then we must grant that substance must have some form, and if some form, why8 not of man as well as9 of anything else? And why may not10 rational souls live in a small body as well as in a gross, and in a thin, as well as11 in a thick?
Shall we say dwarfs have less souls because they have less12 or thinner bodies? And if rational souls, why not saving souls? Wherefore13 there is no reason in nature, but that there may not only be such things as fairies, but these be14 as dear to God as we.
Upon the Theme of Love
The Brain Compared to the Elysium
The brain is the2 Elysian fields, for there3
All ghosts and spirits in strong dreams appear.
In gloomy shades do sleepy lovers4 walk,
And5 souls do entertain themselves with talk,
And heroes their great actions do relate, 5
Telling both their good fortune and6 sad fate,
What chanced to them when they awake7 did live,
Their world the light did great Apollo give;
And what in life they could a pleasure call,
Here in these fields they pass their time withal, 10
Where Memory, the ferryman, with him8
Brings9 company, which through the senses swim.
The boat, imagination, ’s10 always full,
Which Charon roweth in the region skull,
In which the famous river Styx doth flow,11 15
Wherein who’s dipped, straight doth forgetful grow.12
And13 this Elysium poets happy call,
Where poets, as great gods, do record14 all
The souls of those that15 they will choose for bliss,
And their sweet numbered verse their passport is. 20
And16 those that strive this happy place to have17
Must go to bed and sleep as in a grave.18
Yet what a stir do poets make, when they
By their wit, Mercury, those souls convey!
But what, cannot the godhead wit create, 25
Whose fancies are both destiny and fate?19
Fame is20 the thread which long or21 short they spin;
The world, as flax unto their distaff bring.22
This distaff spins fine canvas of conceit,
Wherein the sense is woven ev’n23 and straight; 30
But if’t24 in knots and snarls entangled be,
The thread of fame doth run unevenly.
Those that care not to live in poets’ verse,
Let them lie dead upon oblivion’s hearse.
A Description of a Shepherd’s and a Shepherdess’s Life
The shepherdesses which great flocks do keep
Are dabbled high with dew following their sheep,
Milking their ewes, their hands do2 dirty make,
For being3 wet, dirt from their duggs do take.
Through the sun’s heat, their skin doth yellow grow;4 5
Their eyes are red, lips dry with winds5 that blow.6
There shepherds sit on tops of mountains7 high,
And8 on their feeding sheep do cast an eye,
Which to the mount’s steep sides they hanging feed
On short moist grass,9 not suffered to bear seed. 10
Their feet are small, but strong each sinew’s10 string,
Which makes11 them fast to rocks and mountains cling.
The while the shepherd’s legs hang dangling down,
He12 sets his breech upon the hill’s high crown.
Like to13 a tanned hide, so is14 his skin; 15
No melting heat or numbing cold gets in,
And with a voice that’s harsh against his throat,
He strains to sing, yet knows not any note,
And, yawning, lazy15 lies upon his side,
Or straight upon his back with16 arms spread wide, 20
Or, snorting, sleeps, and dreams of Joan his17 maid,
Or of hobgoblins,18 wakes as being afraid—
Motion in his19 dull brains doth plow and sow,
Not plant and set, as skilfull gard’ners20 do—
Or21 takes his knife half broke, but ground again,22 25
And whittles sticks, his sheep-cote up to pin,23
Or cuts some holes in straw, to pipe thereon
Some amorous tunes, which pleaseth his love Joan.24
Thus rustic clowns are pleased to spend their times,
And not as poets feign, in verse and rhymes,25 30
Making great kings and princes pastures keep,
And beauteous ladies follow26 flocks of sheep,
And dance27 ’bout maypoles in a rustic sort,
When ladies scorn to dance without a court.
For they their loves would28 hate if they should come 35
With leather jerkins, breeches made of thrum,
And buskins made of frieze that’s coarse and strong,
With29 clouted shoes, tied with a leather thong.
Those that are nicely bred fine clothes still love;
A fair white hand doth hate a30 dirty glove. 40