<SPAN name="part2"></SPAN>
<h2><span class="spaced">OF THE</span><br/> <big><span class="spaced">PROGRESSE</span></big><br/> <span class="spaced">OF THE SOULE</span>.</h2>
<p class="titleit">Wherein,</p>
<p class="centert0">By occasion of the Religious death of</p>
<p class="centerc0">Mistris<span class="spaced"> <span class="sc">Elizabeth Drvry</span></span>,</p>
<p class="centerc0">the incommodities of the Soule in</p>
<p class="centerb0">this life, and her exaltation in</p>
<p class="centerb0">the next, are contemplated.</p>
<hr class="mid" />
<h3 class="top0">The second Anniversary.</h3>
<hr class="mid" />
<h3><SPAN name="pagei.249a" id="pagei.249a"></SPAN><i>The Harbinger to the</i><br/><br style="line-height: 50%;" /> <span class="spaced">PROGRESSE</span>.</h3>
<div class="poem width27"> <div class="stanza">
<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="sp4">WO Soules move here, and mine (a third) must move</span></p>
<p class="i4">Paces of admiration, and of love;</p>
<p>Thy Soule (deare virgin) whose this tribute is,</p>
<p>Mov'd from this mortall Spheare to lively blisse;</p>
<p><span class="right1"> 5</span>And yet moves still, and still aspires to see</p>
<p>The worlds last day, thy glories full degree:</p>
<p>Like as those starres which thou o'r-lookest farre,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.250" id="pagei.250"></SPAN>[page 250]</span></p>
<p>Are in their place, and yet still moved are:</p>
<p>No soule (whiles with the luggage of this clay</p>
<p><span class="right1">10</span>It clogged is) can follow thee halfe way;</p>
<p>Or see thy flight, which doth our thoughts outgoe</p>
<p>So fast, that now the lightning moves but slow:</p>
<p>But now thou art as high in heaven flowne</p>
<p>As heaven's from us; what soule besides thine owne</p>
<p><span class="right1">15</span>Can tell thy joyes, or say he can relate</p>
<p>Thy glorious Journals in that blessed state?</p>
<p>I envie thee (Rich soule) I envy thee,</p>
<p>Although I cannot yet thy glory see:</p>
<p>And thou (great spirit) which hers follow'd hast</p>
<p><span class="right1">20</span>So fast, as none can follow thine so fast;</p>
<p>So far, as none can follow thine so farre,</p>
<p>(And if this flesh did not the passage barre</p>
<p>Hadst caught her) let me wonder at thy flight</p>
<p>Which long agone hadst lost the vulgar sight,</p>
<p><span class="right1">25</span>And now mak'st proud the better eyes, that they</p>
<p>Can see thee less'ned in thine ayery way;</p>
<p>So while thou mak'st her soule by progresse knowne</p>
<p>Thou mak'st a noble progresse of thine owne,</p>
<p>From this worlds carkasse having mounted high</p>
<p><span class="right1">30</span>To that pure life of immortalitie;</p>
<p>Since thine aspiring thoughts themselves so raise</p>
<p>That more may not beseeme a creatures praise,</p>
<p>Yet still thou vow'st her more; and every yeare</p>
<p>Mak'st a new progresse, while thou wandrest here;</p>
<p><span class="right1">35</span>Still upward mount; and let thy Makers praise</p>
<p>Honor thy Laura, and adorne thy laies.</p>
<p>And since thy Muse her head in heaven shrouds,</p>
<p>Oh let her never stoope below the clouds:</p>
<p>And if those glorious sainted soules may know</p>
<p><span class="right1">40</span>Or what wee doe, or what wee sing below,</p>
<p>Those acts, those songs shall still content them best</p>
<p>Which praise those awfull Powers that make them blest.</p>
</div> </div>
<div class="ind1">
<p>Of the Progresse <i>&c.</i> <i>1612-69:</i> The second Anniversary. <i>1612-69</i>
(<i>in 1612-21 it stands at head of page</i>)</p>
<p>The Harbinger <i>&c.</i>] <i>In 1612-25 this poem printed in italics</i></p>
<p>8 are:] are <i>1612-25</i></p>
<p>12 that now] as now <i>1635-69</i>, <i>Chambers</i></p>
<p>27 soule] soules <i>1612</i></p>
<p>28 owne, <i>1635-69:</i> owne. <i>1612-33</i></p>
<p>34 while]
whilst <i>1669</i></p>
<p>35 upward] upwards <i>1612</i></p>
</div>
<hr class="short" />
<h2><span class="spaced">OF</span><br/> <big><span class="spaced">THE PROGRESSE</span></big><br/> <span class="spaced">OF THE SOULE</span>.</h2>
<h3><i>The second Anniversarie.</i><SPAN name="pagei.251a" id="pagei.251a"></SPAN></h3>
<div class="poem width27"> <div class="stanza">
<p class="rightnote"><i>The entrance.</i><SPAN id="footnotetagsa1" name="footnotetagsa1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnotesa1"><sup>1</sup></SPAN></p>
<p><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="sp4">OTHING could make me sooner to confesse</span></p>
<p class="i4"> That this world had an everlastingnesse,</p>
<p>Then to consider, that a yeare is runne,</p>
<p>Since both this lower world's, and the Sunnes Sunne,</p>
<p><span class="right1"> 5</span>The Lustre, and the vigor of this All,</p>
<p>Did set; 'twere blasphemie to say, did fall.</p>
<p>But as a ship which hath strooke saile, doth runne</p>
<p>By force of that force which before, it wonne:</p>
<p>Or as sometimes in a beheaded man,</p>
<p><span class="right1">10</span>Though at those two Red seas, which freely ranne,</p>
<p>One from the Trunke, another from the Head,</p>
<p>His soule be sail'd, to her eternall bed,</p>
<p>His eyes will twinckle, and his tongue will roll,</p>
<p>As though he beckned, and cal'd backe his soule,</p>
<p><span class="right1">15</span>He graspes his hands, and he pulls up his feet,</p>
<p>And seemes to reach, and to step forth to meet</p>
<p>His soule; when all these motions which we saw,</p>
<p>Are but as Ice, which crackles at a thaw:</p>
<p>Or as a Lute, which in moist weather, rings</p>
<p><span class="right1">20</span>Her knell alone, by cracking of her strings:</p>
<p>So struggles this dead world, now shee is gone;</p>
<p>For there is motion in corruption.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.252" id="pagei.252"></SPAN>[page 252]</span></p>
<p>As some daies are at the Creation nam'd,</p>
<p>Before the Sunne, the which fram'd daies, was fram'd,</p>
<p><span class="right1">25</span>So after this Sunne's set, some shew appeares,</p>
<p>And orderly vicissitude of yeares.</p>
<p>Yet a new Deluge, and of <i>Lethe</i> flood,</p>
<p>Hath drown'd us all, All have forgot all good,</p>
<p>Forgetting her, the maine reserve of all.</p>
<p><span class="right1">30</span>Yet in this deluge, grosse and generall,</p>
<p>Thou seest me strive for life; my life shall bee,</p>
<p>To be hereafter prais'd, for praysing thee;</p>
<p>Immortall Maid, who though thou would'st refuse</p>
<p>The name of Mother, be unto my Muse</p>
<p><span class="right1">35</span>A Father, since her chast Ambition is,</p>
<p>Yearely to bring forth such a child as this.</p>
<p>These Hymnes may worke on future wits, and so</p>
<p>May great Grand children of thy prayses grow.</p>
<p>And so, though not revive, embalme and spice</p>
<p><span class="right1">40</span>The world, which else would putrifie with vice.</p>
<p>For thus, Man may extend thy progeny,</p>
<p>Untill man doe but vanish, and not die.</p>
<p>These Hymnes thy issue, may encrease so long,</p>
<p>As till Gods great <i>Venite</i> change the song.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>A iust disestimation<SPAN id="footnotetagsa2" name="footnotetagsa2"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnotesa2"><sup>2</sup></SPAN> of this world.</i></p>
<p><span class="right1">45</span>Thirst for that time, O my insatiate soule,</p>
<p>And serve thy thirst, with Gods safe-sealing Bowle.</p>
<p>Be thirstie still, and drinke still till thou goe</p>
<p>To th'only Health, to be Hydroptique so.</p>
<p>Forget this rotten world; And unto thee</p>
<p><span class="right1">50</span>Let thine owne times as an old storie bee.</p>
<p>Be not concern'd: studie not why, nor when;</p>
<p>Doe not so much as not beleeve a man.</p>
<p>For though to erre, be worst, to try truths forth,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.253" id="pagei.253"></SPAN>[page 253]</span></p>
<p>Is far more businesse, then this world is worth.</p>
<p><span class="right1">55</span>The world is but a carkasse; thou art fed</p>
<p>By it, but as a worme, that carkasse bred;</p>
<p>And why should'st thou, poore worme, consider more,</p>
<p>When this world will grow better then before,</p>
<p>Then those thy fellow wormes doe thinke upon</p>
<p><span class="right1">60</span>That carkasses last resurrection.</p>
<p>Forget this world, and scarce thinke of it so,</p>
<p>As of old clothes, cast off a yeare agoe.</p>
<p>To be thus stupid is Alacritie;</p>
<p>Men thus Lethargique have best Memory.</p>
<p><span class="right1">65</span>Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state</p>
<p>We now lament not, but congratulate.</p>
<p>Shee, to whom all this world was but a stage,</p>
<p>Where all sat harkning how her youthfull age</p>
<p>Should be emploi'd, because in all shee did,</p>
<p><span class="right1">70</span>Some Figure of the Golden times was hid.</p>
<p>Who could not lacke, what e'r this world could give,</p>
<p>Because shee was the forme, that made it live;</p>
<p>Nor could complaine, that this world was unfit</p>
<p>To be staid in, then when shee was in it;</p>
<p><span class="right1">75</span>Shee that first tried indifferent desires</p>
<p>By vertue, and vertue by religious fires,</p>
<p>Shee to whose person Paradise adher'd,</p>
<p>As Courts to Princes, shee whose eyes ensphear'd</p>
<p>Star-light enough, t'have made the South controule,</p>
<p><span class="right1">80</span>(Had shee beene there) the Star-full Northerne Pole,</p>
<p>Shee, shee is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,</p>
<p>What fragmentary rubbidge this world is</p>
<p>Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;</p>
<p>He honors it too much that thinkes it nought.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Contemplation of our state in our death-bed.</i></p>
<p><span class="right1">85</span>Thinke then, my soule, that death is but a Groome,</p>
<p>Which brings a Taper to the outward roome,</p>
<p>Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,</p>
<p>And after brings it nearer to thy sight:</p>
<p>For such approaches doth heaven make in death.</p>
<p><span class="right1">90</span>Thinke thy selfe labouring now with broken breath,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.254" id="pagei.254"></SPAN>[page 254]</span></p>
<p>And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee</p>
<p>Division, and thy happyest Harmonie.</p>
<p>Thinke thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slacke;</p>
<p>And thinke that, but unbinding of a packe,</p>
<p><span class="right1">95</span>To take one precious thing, thy soule from thence.</p>
<p>Thinke thy selfe parch'd with fevers violence,</p>
<p>Anger thine ague more, by calling it</p>
<p>Thy Physicke; chide the slacknesse of the fit.</p>
<p>Thinke that thou hear'st thy knell, and think no more,</p>
<p><span class="right1">100</span>But that, as Bels cal'd thee to Church before,</p>
<p>So this, to the Triumphant Church, calls thee.</p>
<p>Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee,</p>
<p>And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust;</p>
<p>Give one thy Pride, to'another give thy Lust:</p>
<p><span class="right1">105</span>Give them those sinnes which they gave thee before,</p>
<p>And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score.</p>
<p>Thinke thy friends weeping round, and thinke that they</p>
<p>Weepe but because they goe not yet thy way.</p>
<p>Thinke that they close thine eyes, and thinke in this,</p>
<p><span class="right1">110</span>That they confesse much in the world, amisse,</p>
<p>Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that,</p>
<p>Which they from God, and Angels cover not.</p>
<p>Thinke that they shroud thee up, and think from thence</p>
<p>They reinvest thee in white innocence.</p>
<p><span class="right1">115</span>Thinke that thy body rots, and (if so low,</p>
<p>Thy soule exalted so, thy thoughts can goe,)</p>
<p>Think thee a Prince, who of themselves create</p>
<p>Wormes which insensibly devoure their State.</p>
<p>Thinke that they bury thee, and thinke that right</p>
<p><span class="right1">120</span>Laies thee to sleepe but a Saint Lucies night.</p>
<p>Thinke these things cheerefully: and if thou bee</p>
<p>Drowsie or slacke, remember then that shee,</p>
<p>Shee whose Complexion was so even made,</p>
<p>That which of her Ingredients should invade</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.255" id="pagei.255"></SPAN>[page 255]</span></p>
<p><span class="right1">125</span>The other three, no Feare, no Art could guesse:</p>
<p>So far were all remov'd from more or lesse.</p>
<p>But as in Mithridate, or just perfumes,</p>
<p>Where all good things being met, no one presumes</p>
<p>To governe, or to triumph on the rest,</p>
<p><span class="right1">130</span>Only because all were, no part was best.</p>
<p>And as, though all doe know, that quantities</p>
<p>Are made of lines, and lines from Points arise,</p>
<p>None can these lines or quantities unjoynt,</p>
<p>And say this is a line, or this a point,</p>
<p><span class="right1">135</span>So though the Elements and Humors were</p>
<p>In her, one could not say, this governes there.</p>
<p>Whose even constitution might have wonne</p>
<p>Any disease to venter on the Sunne,</p>
<p>Rather then her: and make a spirit feare,</p>
<p><span class="right1">140</span>That hee to disuniting subject were.</p>
<p>To whose proportions if we would compare</p>
<p>Cubes, th'are unstable; Circles, Angular;</p>
<p>She who was such a chaine as Fate employes</p>
<p>To bring mankinde all Fortunes it enjoyes;</p>
<p><span class="right1">145</span>So fast, so even wrought, as one would thinke,</p>
<p>No Accident could threaten any linke;</p>
<p>Shee, shee embrac'd a sicknesse, gave it meat,</p>
<p>The purest blood, and breath, that e'r it eate;</p>
<p>And hath taught us, that though a good man hath</p>
<p><span class="right1">150</span>Title to heaven, and plead it by his Faith,</p>
<p>And though he may pretend a conquest, since</p>
<p>Heaven was content to suffer violence,</p>
<p>Yea though hee plead a long possession too,</p>
<p>(For they're in heaven on earth who heavens workes do)</p>
<p><span class="right1">155</span>Though hee had right and power and place, before,</p>
<p>Yet Death must usher, and unlocke the doore.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Incommodities of the Soule in the Body.</i><SPAN id="footnotetagsa3" name="footnotetagsa3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnotesa3"><sup>3</sup></SPAN></p>
<p>Thinke further on thy selfe, my Soule, and thinke</p>
<p>How thou at first wast made but in a sinke;</p>
<p>Thinke that it argued some infirmitie,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.256" id="pagei.256"></SPAN>[page 256]</span></p>
<p><span class="right1">160</span>That those two soules, which then thou foundst in me,</p>
<p>Thou fedst upon, and drewst into thee, both</p>
<p>My second soule of sense, and first of growth.</p>
<p>Thinke but how poore thou wast, how obnoxious;</p>
<p>Whom a small lumpe of flesh could poyson thus.</p>
<p><span class="right1">165</span>This curded milke, this poore unlittered whelpe</p>
<p>My body, could, beyond escape or helpe,</p>
<p>Infect thee with Originall sinne, and thou</p>
<p>Couldst neither then refuse, nor leave it now.</p>
<p>Thinke that no stubborne sullen Anchorit,</p>
<p><span class="right1">170</span>Which fixt to a pillar, or a grave, doth sit</p>
<p>Bedded, and bath'd in all his ordures, dwels</p>
<p>So fowly as our Soules in their first-built Cels.</p>
<p>Thinke in how poore a prison thou didst lie</p>
<p>After, enabled but to suck, and crie.</p>
<p><span class="right1">175</span>Thinke, when'twas growne to most,'twas a poore Inne,</p>
<p>A Province pack'd up in two yards of skinne,</p>
<p>And that usurp'd or threatned with the rage</p>
<p>Of sicknesses, or their true mother, Age.</p>
<p>But thinke that Death hath now enfranchis'd thee,</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Her liberty by death.</i></p>
<p><span class="right1">180</span>Thou hast thy'expansion now, and libertie;</p>
<p>Thinke that a rustie Peece, discharg'd, is flowne</p>
<p>In peeces, and the bullet is his owne,</p>
<p>And freely flies: This to thy Soule allow,</p>
<p>Thinke thy shell broke, thinke thy Soule hatch'd but now.</p>
<p><span class="right1">185</span>And think this slow-pac'd soule, which late did cleave</p>
<p>To'a body, and went but by the bodies leave,</p>
<p>Twenty, perchance, or thirty mile a day,</p>
<p>Dispatches in a minute all the way</p>
<p>Twixt heaven, and earth; she stayes not in the ayre,</p>
<p><span class="right1">190</span>To looke what Meteors there themselves prepare;</p>
<p>She carries no desire to know, nor sense,</p>
<p>Whether th'ayres middle region be intense;</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.257" id="pagei.257"></SPAN>[page 257]</span></p>
<p>For th'Element of fire, she doth not know,</p>
<p>Whether she past by such a place or no;</p>
<p><span class="right1">195</span>She baits not at the Moone, nor cares to trie</p>
<p>Whether in that new world, men live, and die.</p>
<p><i>Venus</i> retards her not, to'enquire, how shee</p>
<p>Can, (being one starre) <i>Hesper</i>, and <i>Vesper</i> bee;</p>
<p>Hee that charm'd <i>Argus</i> eyes, sweet <i>Mercury</i>,</p>
<p><span class="right1">200</span>Workes not on her, who now is growne all eye; </p>
<p>Who, if she meet the body of the Sunne,</p>
<p>Goes through, not staying till his course be runne;</p>
<p>Who findes in <i>Mars</i> his Campe no corps of Guard;</p>
<p>Nor is by <i>Iove</i>, nor by his father barr'd;</p>
<p><span class="right1">205</span>But ere she can consider how she went,</p>
<p>At once is at, and through the Firmament.</p>
<p>And as these starres were but so many beads</p>
<p>Strung on one string, speed undistinguish'd leads</p>
<p>Her through those Spheares, as through the beads, a string,</p>
<p><span class="right1">210</span>Whose quick succession makes it still one thing:</p>
<p>As doth the pith, which, lest our bodies slacke,</p>
<p>Strings fast the little bones of necke, and backe;</p>
<p>So by the Soule doth death string Heaven and Earth;</p>
<p>For when our Soule enjoyes this her third birth,</p>
<p><span class="right1">215</span>(Creation gave her one, a second, grace,)</p>
<p>Heaven is as neare, and present to her face,</p>
<p>As colours are, and objects, in a roome</p>
<p>Where darknesse was before, when Tapers come.</p>
<p>This must, my Soule, thy long-short Progresse bee;</p>
<p><span class="right1">220</span>To'advance these thoughts, remember then, that she, </p>
<p>She; whose faire body no such prison was,</p>
<p>But that a Soule might well be pleas'd to passe</p>
<p>An age in her; she whose rich beauty lent</p>
<p>Mintage to other beauties, for they went</p>
<p><span class="right1">225</span>But for so much as they were like to her;</p>
<p>Shee, in whose body (if we dare preferre</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.258" id="pagei.258"></SPAN>[page 258]</span></p>
<p>This low world, to so high a marke as shee,)</p>
<p>The Westerne treasure, Easterne spicerie,</p>
<p>Europe, and Afrique, and the unknowne rest</p>
<p><span class="right1">230</span>Were easily found, or what in them was best;</p>
<p>And when w'have made this large discoverie</p>
<p>Of all, in her some one part then will bee</p>
<p>Twenty such parts, whose plenty and riches is</p>
<p>Enough to make twenty such worlds as this;</p>
<p><span class="right1">235</span>Shee, whom had they knowne who did first betroth</p>
<p>The Tutelar Angels, and assign'd one, both</p>
<p>To Nations, Cities, and to Companies,</p>
<p>To Functions, Offices, and Dignities,</p>
<p>And to each severall man, to him, and him,</p>
<p><span class="right1">240</span>They would have given her one for every limbe;</p>
<p>She, of whose soule, if wee may say, 'twas Gold,</p>
<p>Her body was th'Electrum, and did hold</p>
<p>Many degrees of that; wee understood</p>
<p>Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood</p>
<p><span class="right1">245</span>Spoke in her cheekes, and so distinctly wrought,</p>
<p>That one might almost say, her body thought;</p>
<p>Shee, shee, thus richly and largely hous'd, is gone:</p>
<p>And chides us slow-pac'd snailes who crawle upon</p>
<p>Our prisons prison, earth, nor thinke us well,</p>
<p><span class="right1">250</span>Longer, then whil'st wee beare our brittle shell.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Her ignorance in this life and knowledge in the next.</i><SPAN id="footnotetagsa4" name="footnotetagsa4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnotesa4"><sup>4</sup></SPAN></p>
<p>But 'twere but little to have chang'd our roome,</p>
<p>If, as we were in this our living Tombe</p>
<p>Oppress'd with ignorance, wee still were so.</p>
<p>Poore soule, in this thy flesh what dost thou know?</p>
<p><span class="right1">255</span>Thou know'st thy selfe so little, as thou know'st not,</p>
<p>How thou didst die, nor how thou wast begot.</p>
<p>Thou neither know'st, how thou at first cam'st in,</p>
<p>Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne.</p>
<p>Nor dost thou, (though thou know'st, that thou art so)</p>
<p><span class="right1">260</span>By what way thou art made immortall, know.</p>
<p>Thou art too narrow, wretch, to comprehend</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.259" id="pagei.259"></SPAN>[page 259]</span></p>
<p>Even thy selfe: yea though thou wouldst but bend</p>
<p>To know thy body. Have not all soules thought</p>
<p>For many ages, that our body'is wrought</p>
<p><span class="right1">265</span>Of Ayre, and Fire, and other Elements?</p>
<p>And now they thinke of new ingredients,</p>
<p>And one Soule thinkes one, and another way</p>
<p>Another thinkes, and 'tis an even lay.</p>
<p>Knowst thou but how the stone doth enter in</p>
<p><span class="right1">270</span>The bladders cave, and never breake the skinne?</p>
<p>Know'st thou how blood, which to the heart doth flow,</p>
<p>Doth from one ventricle to th'other goe?</p>
<p>And for the putrid stuffe, which thou dost spit,</p>
<p>Know'st thou how thy lungs have attracted it?</p>
<p><span class="right1">275</span>There are no passages, so that there is</p>
<p>(For ought thou know'st) piercing of substances.</p>
<p>And of those many opinions which men raise</p>
<p>Of Nailes and Haires, dost thou know which to praise?</p>
<p>What hope have wee to know our selves, when wee</p>
<p><span class="right1">280</span>Know not the least things, which for our use be?</p>
<p>Wee see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,</p>
<p>A hundred controversies of an Ant;</p>
<p>And yet one watches, starves, freeses, and sweats,</p>
<p>To know but Catechismes and Alphabets</p>
<p><span class="right1">285</span>Of unconcerning things, matters of fact;</p>
<p>How others on our stage their parts did Act;</p>
<p>What <i>Cæsar</i> did, yea, and what <i>Cicero</i> said.</p>
<p>Why grasse is greene, or why our blood is red,</p>
<p>Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto.</p>
<p><span class="right1">290</span>In this low forme, poore soule, what wilt thou doe?</p>
<p>When wilt thou shake off this Pedantery,</p>
<p>Of being taught by sense, and Fantasie?</p>
<p>Thou look'st through spectacles; small things seeme great</p>
<p>Below; But up unto the watch-towre get,</p>
<p><span class="right1">295</span>And see all things despoyl'd of fallacies:</p>
<p>Thou shalt not peepe through lattices of eyes,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.260" id="pagei.260"></SPAN>[page 260]</span></p>
<p>Nor heare through Labyrinths of eares, nor learne</p>
<p>By circuit, or collections to discerne.</p>
<p>In heaven thou straight know'st all, concerning it,</p>
<p><span class="right1">300</span>And what concernes it not, shalt straight forget.</p>
<p>There thou (but in no other schoole) maist bee</p>
<p>Perchance, as learned, and as full, as shee,</p>
<p>Shee who all libraries had throughly read</p>
<p>At home in her owne thoughts, and practised</p>
<p><span class="right1">305</span>So much good as would make as many more:</p>
<p>Shee whose example they must all implore,</p>
<p>Who would or doe, or thinke well, and confesse</p>
<p>That all the vertuous Actions they expresse,</p>
<p>Are but a new, and worse edition</p>
<p><span class="right1">310</span>Of her some one thought, or one action:</p>
<p>She who in th'art of knowing Heaven, was growne</p>
<p>Here upon earth, to such perfection,</p>
<p>That she hath, ever since to Heaven she came,</p>
<p>(In a far fairer print,) but read the same:</p>
<p><span class="right1">315</span>Shee, shee not satisfied with all this waight,</p>
<p>(For so much knowledge, as would over-fraight</p>
<p>Another, did but ballast her) is gone</p>
<p>As well t'enjoy, as get perfection.</p>
<p>And cals us after her, in that shee tooke,</p>
<p><span class="right1">320</span>(Taking her selfe) our best, and worthiest booke.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Of our company in this life, and in the next.</i></p>
<p>Returne not, my Soule, from this extasie,</p>
<p>And meditation of what thou shalt bee,</p>
<p>To earthly thoughts, till it to thee appeare,</p>
<p>With whom thy conversation must be there.</p>
<p><span class="right1">325</span>With whom wilt thou converse? what station</p>
<p>Canst thou choose out, free from infection,</p>
<p>That will not give thee theirs, nor drinke in thine?</p>
<p>Shalt thou not finde a spungie slacke Divine</p>
<p>Drinke and sucke in th'instructions of Great men,</p>
<p><span class="right1">330</span>And for the word of God, vent them agen?</p>
<p>Are there not some Courts (and then, no things bee</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.261" id="pagei.261"></SPAN>[page 261]</span></p>
<p>So like as Courts) which, in this let us see,</p>
<p>That wits and tongues of Libellers are weake,</p>
<p>Because they do more ill, then these can speake?</p>
<p><span class="right1">335</span>The poyson's gone through all, poysons affect</p>
<p>Chiefly the chiefest parts, but some effect</p>
<p>In nailes, and haires, yea excrements, will show;</p>
<p>So lyes the poyson of sinne in the most low.</p>
<p>Up, up, my drowsie Soule, where thy new eare</p>
<p><span class="right1">340</span>Shall in the Angels songs no discord heare;</p>
<p>Where thou shalt see the blessed Mother-maid</p>
<p>Joy in not being that, which men have said.</p>
<p>Where she is exalted more for being good,</p>
<p>Then for her interest of Mother-hood.</p>
<p><span class="right1">345</span>Up to those Patriarchs, which did longer sit</p>
<p>Expecting Christ, then they'have enjoy'd him yet.</p>
<p>Up to those Prophets, which now gladly see</p>
<p>Their Prophesies growne to be Historie.</p>
<p>Up to th'Apostles, who did bravely runne</p>
<p><span class="right1">350</span>All the Suns course, with more light then the Sunne.</p>
<p>Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly bleed</p>
<p>Oyle to th'Apostles Lamps, dew to their seed.</p>
<p>Up to those Virgins, who thought, that almost</p>
<p>They made joyntenants with the Holy Ghost,</p>
<p><span class="right1">355</span>If they to any should his Temple give.</p>
<p>Up, up, for in that squadron there doth live</p>
<p>She, who hath carried thither new degrees</p>
<p>(As to their number) to their dignities.</p>
<p>Shee, who being to her selfe a State, injoy'd</p>
<p><span class="right1">360</span>All royalties which any State employ'd;</p>
<p>For shee made warres, and triumph'd; reason still</p>
<p>Did not o'rthrow, but rectifie her will:</p>
<p>And she made peace, for no peace is like this,</p>
<p>That beauty, and chastity together kisse:</p>
<p><span class="right1">365</span>She did high justice, for she crucified</p>
<p>Every first motion of rebellious pride:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.262" id="pagei.262"></SPAN>[page 262]</span></p>
<p>And she gave pardons, and was liberall,</p>
<p>For, onely her selfe except, she pardon'd all:</p>
<p>Shee coy'nd, in this, that her impressions gave</p>
<p><span class="right1">370</span>To all our actions all the worth they have:</p>
<p>She gave protections; the thoughts of her brest</p>
<p>Satans rude Officers could ne'r arrest.</p>
<p>As these prerogatives being met in one,</p>
<p>Made her a soveraigne State; religion</p>
<p><span class="right1">375</span>Made her a Church; and these two made her all.</p>
<p>She who was all this All, and could not fall</p>
<p>To worse, by company, (for she was still</p>
<p>More Antidote, then all the world was ill,)</p>
<p>Shee, shee doth leave it, and by Death, survive</p>
<p><span class="right1">380</span>All this, in Heaven; whither who doth not strive</p>
<p>The more, because shees there, he doth not know</p>
<p>That accidentall joyes in Heaven doe grow.</p>
<p>But pause, my soule; And study, ere thou fall</p>
<p>On accidentall joyes, th'essentiall.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Of essentiall joy in this life and in the next.</i></p>
<p><span class="right1">385</span>Still before Accessories doe abide</p>
<p>A triall, must the principall be tride.</p>
<p>And what essentiall joy can'st thou expect</p>
<p>Here upon earth? what permanent effect</p>
<p>Of transitory causes? Dost thou love</p>
<p><span class="right1">390</span>Beauty? (And beauty worthy'st is to move)</p>
<p>Poore cousened cousenor, <i>that</i> she, and <i>that</i> thou,</p>
<p>Which did begin to love, are neither now;</p>
<p>You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday;</p>
<p>Next day repaires, (but ill) last dayes decay.</p>
<p><span class="right1">395</span>Nor are, (although the river keepe the name)</p>
<p>Yesterdaies waters, and to daies the same.</p>
<p>So flowes her face, and thine eyes, neither now</p>
<p>That Saint, nor Pilgrime, which your loving vow</p>
<p>Concern'd, remaines; but whil'st you thinke you bee</p>
<p><span class="right1">400</span>Constant, you'are hourely in inconstancie.</p>
<p>Honour may have pretence unto our love,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.263" id="pagei.263"></SPAN>[page 263]</span></p>
<p>Because that God did live so long above</p>
<p>Without this Honour, and then lov'd it so,</p>
<p>That he at last made Creatures to bestow</p>
<p><span class="right1">405</span>Honour on him; not that he needed it,</p>
<p>But that, to his hands, man might grow more fit.</p>
<p>But since all Honours from inferiours flow,</p>
<p>(For they doe give it; Princes doe but shew</p>
<p>Whom they would have so honor'd) and that this</p>
<p><span class="right1">410</span>On such opinions, and capacities</p>
<p>Is built, as rise and fall, to more and lesse:</p>
<p>Alas, 'tis but a casuall happinesse.</p>
<p>Hath ever any man to'himselfe assign'd</p>
<p>This or that happinesse to'arrest his minde,</p>
<p><span class="right1">415</span>But that another man which takes a worse,</p>
<p>Thinks him a foole for having tane that course?</p>
<p>They who did labour Babels tower to'erect,</p>
<p>Might have considered, that for that effect,</p>
<p>All this whole solid Earth could not allow</p>
<p><span class="right1">420</span>Nor furnish forth materialls enow;</p>
<p>And that this Center, to raise such a place,</p>
<p>Was farre too little, to have beene the Base;</p>
<p>No more affords this world, foundation</p>
<p>To erect true joy, were all the meanes in one.</p>
<p><span class="right1">425</span>But as the Heathen made them severall gods,</p>
<p>Of all Gods Benefits, and all his Rods,</p>
<p>(For as the Wine, and Corne, and Onions are</p>
<p>Gods unto them, so Agues bee, and Warre)</p>
<p>And as by changing that whole precious Gold</p>
<p><span class="right1">430</span>To such small Copper coynes, they lost the old,</p>
<p>And lost their only God, who ever must</p>
<p>Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.264" id="pagei.264"></SPAN>[page 264]</span></p>
<p>So much mankinde true happinesse mistakes;</p>
<p>No Joy enjoyes that man, that many makes.</p>
<p><span class="right1">435</span>Then, Soule, to thy first pitch worke up againe;</p>
<p>Know that all lines which circles doe containe,</p>
<p>For once that they the Center touch, doe touch</p>
<p>Twice the circumference; and be thou such;</p>
<p>Double on heaven thy thoughts on earth emploid;</p>
<p><span class="right1">440</span>All will not serve; Only who have enjoy'd</p>
<p>The sight of God, in fulnesse, can thinke it;</p>
<p>For it is both the object, and the wit.</p>
<p>This is essentiall joy, where neither hee</p>
<p>Can suffer diminution, nor wee;</p>
<p><span class="right1">445</span>'Tis such a full, and such a filling good;</p>
<p>Had th'Angels once look'd on him, they had stood.</p>
<p>To fill the place of one of them, or more,</p>
<p>Shee whom wee celebrate, is gone before.</p>
<p>She, who had Here so much essentiall joy,</p>
<p><span class="right1">450</span>As no chance could distract, much lesse destroy;</p>
<p>Who with Gods presence was acquainted so,</p>
<p>(Hearing, and speaking to him) as to know</p>
<p>His face in any naturall Stone, or Tree,</p>
<p>Better then when in Images they bee:</p>
<p><span class="right1">455</span>Who kept by diligent devotion,</p>
<p>Gods Image, in such reparation,</p>
<p>Within her heart, that what decay was growne,</p>
<p>Was her first Parents fault, and not her owne:</p>
<p>Who being solicited to any act,</p>
<p><span class="right1">460</span>Still heard God pleading his safe precontract;</p>
<p>Who by a faithfull confidence, was here</p>
<p>Betroth'd to God, and now is married there;</p>
<p>Whose twilights were more cleare, then our mid-day;</p>
<p>Who dreamt devoutlier, then most use to pray;</p>
<p><span class="right1">465</span>Who being here fil'd with grace, yet strove to bee,</p>
<p>Both where more grace, and more capacitie</p>
<p>At once is given: she to Heaven is gone,</p>
<p>Who made this world in some proportion</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.265" id="pagei.265"></SPAN>[page 265]</span></p>
<p>A heaven, and here, became unto us all,</p>
<p><span class="right1">470</span>Joy, (as our joyes admit) essentiall.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Of accidentall joys in both places.</i></p>
<p>But could this low world joyes essentiall touch,</p>
<p>Heavens accidentall joyes would passe them much.</p>
<p>How poore and lame, must then our casuall bee?</p>
<p>If thy Prince will his subjects to call thee</p>
<p><span class="right1">475</span><i>My Lord</i>, and this doe swell thee, thou art than,</p>
<p>By being greater, growne to bee lesse Man.</p>
<p>When no Physitian of redresse can speake,</p>
<p>A joyfull casuall violence may breake</p>
<p>A dangerous Apostem in thy breast;</p>
<p><span class="right1">480</span>And whil'st thou joyest in this, the dangerous rest, </p>
<p>The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee.</p>
<p>What e'r was casuall, may ever bee.</p>
<p>What should the nature change? Or make the same</p>
<p>Certaine, which was but casuall, when it came?</p>
<p><span class="right1">485</span>All casuall joy doth loud and plainly say,</p>
<p>Only by comming, that it can away.</p>
<p>Only in Heaven joyes strength is never spent;</p>
<p>And accidentall things are permanent.</p>
<p>Joy of a soules arrivall ne'r decaies;</p>
<p><span class="right1">490</span>For that soule ever joyes and ever staies.</p>
<p>Joy that their last great Consummation</p>
<p>Approaches in the resurrection;</p>
<p>When earthly bodies more celestiall</p>
<p>Shall be, then Angels were, for they could fall;</p>
<p><span class="right1">495</span>This kinde of joy doth every day admit</p>
<p>Degrees of growth, but none of losing it.</p>
<p>In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part, that shee,</p>
<p>Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,</p>
<p>Doth injure her; ('Tis losse to be cal'd best,</p>
<p><span class="right1">500</span>There where the stuffe is not such as the rest)</p>
<p>Shee, who left such a bodie, as even shee</p>
<p>Only in Heaven could learne, how it can bee</p>
<p>Made better; for shee rather was two soules,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="pagei.266" id="pagei.266"></SPAN>[page 266]</span></p>
<p>Or like to full on both sides written Rols,</p>
<p><span class="right1">505</span>Where eyes might reade upon the outward skin,</p>
<p>As strong Records for God, as mindes within;</p>
<p>Shee, who by making full perfection grow,</p>
<p>Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,</p>
<p>Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone,</p>
<p><span class="right1">510</span>Where shee receives, and gives addition.</p>
<p class="rightnote"><i>Conclusion.</i></p>
<p>Here in a place, where mis-devotion frames</p>
<p>A thousand Prayers to Saints, whose very names</p>
<p>The ancient Church knew not, Heaven knows not yet:</p>
<p>And where, what lawes of Poetry admit,</p>
<p><span class="right1">515</span>Lawes of Religion have at least the same,</p>
<p>Immortall Maide, I might invoke thy name.</p>
<p>Could any Saint provoke that appetite,</p>
<p>Thou here should'st make me a French convertite.</p>
<p>But thou would'st not; nor would'st thou be content,</p>
<p><span class="right1">520</span>To take this, for my second yeares true Rent,</p>
<p>Did this Coine beare any other stampe, then his,</p>
<p>That gave thee power to doe, me, to say this.</p>
<p>Since his will is, that to posteritie,</p>
<p>Thou should'st for life, and death, a patterne bee,</p>
<p><span class="right1">525</span>And that the world should notice have of this,</p>
<p>The purpose, and th'authoritie is his;</p>
<p>Thou art the Proclamation; and I am</p>
<p>The Trumpet, at whose voyce the people came.</p>
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