IDENTILIN$$  F158C02|Add. ms. 5778(c)|epistle, f.5; poem, ff.5v-12)|JSC\mf\6-2-97\P:EWS\o\6-16,17-97\C:JSC\7-11-97/cor DRD Jan 07
158.C02.HE1  [f.5]%XInfinitati Sacrum. 16.%5o%6/ %XAugusti. 1601./ %XMetempsychosis./ %XPoema Satyricon./ Epistle.| [f.5v]%XFirst Songe. 
158.C02.HE2om
158.C02.HE3om
158.C02.HE4om
158.C02.HE5om
158.C02.001  I singe the Progresse of a Deathles Soule
158.C02.002  Whome Fate, w%5ch%6 God made, but doth not controule,
158.C02.003  Plac'd in most shapes; All tymes before the Law
158.C02.004  Yoak'd vs, and when, and since, in thys I singe.
158.C02.005  And the greate world to his Aged Eaveninge;
158.C02.006  From Infant Morne, through Manly Noone I drawe.
158.C02.007  What the Golld Chaldee, or Silver Persian sawe
158.C02.008  Greeke Brasse, or Roman Iron, is in thys One,
158.C02.009  A worke t'outweare Sethes Pillers, Bricke & Stone
158.C02.010  And (holy Writts excepted) made to yeild to none.
158.C02.011  The Eye of heaven, This greate Soule envyes not,
158.C02.012  By'thy Male force, is all wee haue, begott,
158.C02.013  In the first East, thou now beginns[sic] to shyne,
158.C02.014  Suck'st earlye Balme, and Iland Spices there
158.C02.015  And wilt anon in thy loose-raind Careere
158.C02.016  At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, & Danon dyne.
158.C02.017  And see at Night thy Westerne land of myne,
158.C02.018  Yett hast thou not more Nations seene then shee,
158.C02.019  That before Thee, One day began to bee
158.C02.020  And thy frayle light being quench'd, shall long, long outliue Thee. [CW:/(Nor holy:]
158.C02.021  Nor holy Ianus, in whose Soveraigne Boate [f.6]
158.C02.022  The Church, and all the Monarchyes did floate
158.C02.023  That swimminge Colledge, and free hospitall
158.C02.024  Of all Mankinde, That Cage and Vivarie
158.C02.025  Of Foules, and Beasts, In whose wombe, Destinye
158.C02.026  Vs, and our latest Nephews did install
158.C02.027  (From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All.)
158.C02.028  Did'st thou in that greate Stewardship Embarke
158.C02.029  Soe divers Shapes into that floatinge Parke
158.C02.030  As haue beene mooved, & inform'd by this heavenly Sparke.
158.C02.031  >>%J<<Greate>>%K<< >>%J<<Destiny>>%K<< >>%J<<the>>%K<< >>%J<<Comissary>>%K<< >>%J<<of>>%K<< >>%J<<God,>>%K<<
158.C02.032  That hast mark'd out a Path & Period
158.C02.033  For every thinge, Who, where wee Ofspringe tooke,
158.C02.034  Our wayes and Ends seest at One Instant. Thou
158.C02.035  Knott of all Causes, Thou whose changeles Browe
158.C02.036  Nere Smyles, nor Frownes, O vouch thou safe to looke
158.C02.037  And shew my Storye, in thy Eternall Booke.
158.C02.038  That (if my Prayer be fitt) I may vnderstand
158.C02.039  Soe much my Selfe, as to know w%5th%6 what hand
158.C02.040  How scant, or liberall this my lifes race is Span'd.
158.C02.041  To my Sixe Lustres almost now out wore
158.C02.042  Except thy Booke owe mee soe many more
158.C02.043  Except my legend be free from the letts                                                 
158.C02.044  Of steepe Ambition, Sleepye Poveryte             
158.C02.045  Spiritt=quenchinge, sicknes, dull Captivitye,    
158.C02.046  Distractinge business, & from Beautyes Netts     
158.C02.047  And all that calls from this, & to Others Whetts,
158.C02.048  O let mee not launch out, but lett mee Save      
158.C02.049  Th'Expence of Brayne & Spiritt; that my Grave    
158.C02.050  His right & due, a whole vnwasted Man may have.| 
158.C02.051  But yf my dayes be longe, and good enough
158.C02.052  In vaine this Sea shall enlarge, or enrough
158.C02.053  It selfe; For I will through the Wave and Fome,
158.C02.054  And shall in sad loue wayes, a livelye Spright
158.C02.055  Make my darke heavy Poeme light, & light.
158.C02.056  For though through many Streights & lands I rome
158.C02.057  I launch at Paradice, & I sayle towards home
158.C02.058  The Course I there began, shall here be stayd
158.C02.059  Sayles hoysed there, stroke here, & Anchors layd
158.C02.060  In Thames, w%5ch%6 were at Tygris & Euphrates wayde. /[CW:(For#the.]
158.C02.061  For the greate Soule which here amongst vs nowe [f.6v]
158.C02.062  Doth dwell, and mooves that hand, and Tongue, & Browe
158.C02.063  W%5ch%6 as the Moone, the Sea, mooves Vs, To heare
158.C02.064  Whose storye, with long Patience you will long
158.C02.065  (For t'is the Crowne, and last Strayne of my Song)
158.C02.066  This Soule to whome Luther, & Mahomett were
158.C02.067  Prisons of flesh; this Soule which Oft did teare
158.C02.068  And mend the wrackes of th'Empire, & late Rome
158.C02.069  And lived when every greate Change did come,
158.C02.070  Had first in Paradice, a lowe, but Fatall Roome.|
158.C02.071  Yett noe lowe Roome, nor then the greatest, lesse
158.C02.072  If (as devoute and sharpe men fittly guesse)
158.C02.073  That Crosse, our Ioye, and greife, where Nayles did tye
158.C02.074  That All, w%5ch%6 allwaies was all, Every where
158.C02.075  Which could not sinne, & yett all Sinns did beare
158.C02.076  Which could not Dye, yett could not chuse but dye
158.C02.077  Stood in the selfe same roome in Calvarye,
158.C02.078  Where first grewe the forbidden learned Tree
158.C02.079  For on that Tree honge in Securitye
158.C02.080  This Soule, made by the Makers will from Pulling free.
158.C02.081  Prince of the Ortchard, faire as Dawning Morne
158.C02.082  Fenc'd w%5th%6 the lawe, and Ripe as soone as Borne
158.C02.083  That Aple grewe, which this Soule did
158.C02.084  Till the then Clyminge Serpent that now Creepes
158.C02.085  For that offence, for w%5ch%6 all Man kind weepes
158.C02.086  Tooke yt, and t'her whome the first man did Wive
158.C02.087  (Whome and her race, onelye forbiddings drive)
158.C02.088  He gaue yt, she t'her husband, both did eate
158.C02.089  Soe perrished the Eaters, and the Meate
158.C02.090  And we (for Treason taints y%5e%6 blood) thence dye & sweate.
158.C02.091  Man all at once was there by Woman slayne
158.C02.092  And One by One we'are here slayne ov'r againe.
158.C02.093  By them. The Mother poysoned y%5e%6 Well-head
158.C02.094  The Daughters here corrupt vs,
158.C02.095  No smalnes scapes, No Greatnes brakes theyre Netts,
158.C02.096  She Thrust vs out, and by them we are led
158.C02.097  Astray, from turninge, to whence we are fled,
158.C02.098  Were Prisoners Iudges, t'would seeme Rigorous
158.C02.099  She sinn'd, we here, part of our payne is, thus
158.C02.100  To love them, whose fault to this painefull loue yoak'd vs. [CW:/(Soe#fast.]
158.C02.101  Soe fast in vs doth this Corruption growe [f.7]
158.C02.102  That now we dare aske, why wee should bee soe,
158.C02.103  Would God (disputes the Curious Rebell) make
158.C02.104  A lawe, and would Not haue yt kept? Or can
158.C02.105  His Creatures will, crosse his? Of every Man
158.C02.106  For one, will God (& be iust) Vengance take?
158.C02.107  Who sinn'd? t'was not forbidden to the Snake
158.C02.108  Nor her, who was not then made, Nor i'st writt
158.C02.109  That Adam Cropt, or knew y%5e%6 Aple; yett
158.C02.110  The worme & shee, & hee, & wee endure for ytt.|
158.C02.111  But snatch mee heavenlye Spirritt, from this vaine
158.C02.112  Reconinge theyre vanityes, lesse ys theyre Gayne
158.C02.113  Then Hazard still, to Meditate on Ill
158.C02.114  Though w%5th%6 good Mind, theyre reasons lyke those Toyes
158.C02.115  Of Glassy Bubbles, with the Gamesome Boyes
158.C02.116  Stretch to soe Nice a Thinnes through a Quill
158.C02.117  That they themselves breake, doe themselves Spill,
158.C02.118  Argueinge his Heretiques Game, and Excercise
158.C02.119  As Wrastlers, perfitts them; Not lybertyes
158.C02.120  Of speech, but sylence; Hands, not Tongues, End Heresyes.
158.C02.121  Iust in that instant when the Serpents Gripe,
158.C02.122  Broake the Sleight Vaines, & tender Conduit Pipe
158.C02.123  Through w%5ch%6 this Soule from the Trees Roote did drawe
158.C02.124  Lyfe, and Growth to this Apple, fled away
158.C02.125  Thys loose Soule, old, One & another day.
158.C02.126  As lightninge, w%5ch%6 one scarce dares say, he sawe
158.C02.127  Tis soe soone gone, (and better proofe the Law
158.C02.128  Of sence, then Fayth requires) swiftlye shee flewe
158.C02.129  To a darke and foggie Plott; Her, her fates threwe
158.C02.130  There through th'Earths pores, & in a plant hows'd her a newe.
158.C02.131  The Plant thus abled, to yt selfe did force
158.C02.132  A Place, where noe Place was; By Natures Course
158.C02.133  As Ayre from Water, Water fleets away
158.C02.134  From Thicker bodyes, by this Roote thronged soe
158.C02.135  His spungie Confines gave him Place to growe,
158.C02.136  Iust as in our Streetes, when the People staye
158.C02.137  To see the Prince, & soe filld the way,
158.C02.138  That Weesells scarce could passe, when she comes Nere
158.C02.139  They throng & cleave vp, and a passage clere
158.C02.140  As yf, for y%5t%6 tyme, theyre round Bodyes flatned were. [CW:(His#right.)
158.C02.141  His right Arme he thrust out towards y%5e%6 East [f.7v]
158.C02.142  Westward his left; Th'Ends did themselves digest
158.C02.143  Into Ten lesser Strings, these fingers were.
158.C02.144  And as a Slumberer stretchinge on his Bed
158.C02.145  This way he this, and that way scattered
158.C02.146  His other legg; w%5ch%6 feete with toes vpbeare
158.C02.147  Grew on his Middle parts, the first day, hayre
158.C02.148  To showe that in loves busines he should still 
158.C02.149  A Dealer bee, and be vs'd well, or ill
158.C02.150  His Apples kind, his leaves, force of Conception kill.|
158.C02.151  A Mouth, but dumbe, he hath, blind Eyes, deafe Eares,
158.C02.152  And to his sholders dangle subtile hayres
158.C02.153  A yong Colossus there he stands vpright,
158.C02.154  And as y%5t%6 grownde by him were Conquered
158.C02.155  A leafie Garland Weares he on his heade
158.C02.156  Enchas'd w%5th%6 little fruites, soe red, and bright
158.C02.157  That for them you would call your love[sic] lips white,
158.C02.158  Soe of a lone vnhaunted place possest,
158.C02.159  Did thys Soules second Inn, built by the Guest
158.C02.160  This liveinge buried man, this quiett Mandrake rest.
158.C02.161  Noe lustfull Woaman came this Plant to grieve
158.C02.162  But t'was because there was none yett but Eve.
158.C02.163  And she (w%5th%6 other purpose) kill'd yt quite
158.C02.164  Her sinne had now brought in infirmityes
158.C02.165  And soe her cradled Child, the Moyst red Eyes
158.C02.166  Had never shutt, nor slept since yt saw light,
158.C02.167  Poppie she knewe, she knew y%5e%6 Mandrakes might
158.C02.168  And tore vp both, & soe cool'd her childs bloode
158.C02.169  Vnvertuous weedes might long vnvex'd have stoode
158.C02.170  But hee's short liu'de, y%5t%6 w%5th%6 his death can doe most Good.
158.C02.171  To an vnfettered Soules quicke nimble hast
158.C02.172  Are fallinge Starrs, & harts thoughts, but slowe pac'de.
158.C02.173  Thinner then burnt Ayre flyes this Soule, and shee
158.C02.174  Whome Fower new comeinge, & fower parting Sunns
158.C02.175  Had found, and left the Mandrakes Tenant, runns                                                                          
158.C02.176  Thoughtles of change, when her firme Destinye                             
158.C02.177  Confin'd, and eniayle'd her y%5t%6 seem'd soe free                        
158.C02.178  Into a small blew shell, y%5e%6 which a poore                             
158.C02.179  Warme Byrd orespred, and satt still evermore                              
158.C02.180  Till her vncloth'd Child kick't & Peck'd it selfe a dore. [CW:/(Out#crept.]
158.C02.181  Out crept a Sparrowe, this Soules mooveinge Inne [f.8]                    
158.C02.182  On whose rawe Armes stiffe feathers now beginne                           
158.C02.183  As Childrens teeth through Gummes to breake w%5th%6 payne,                
158.C02.184  His flesh is Ielly yett, and his Bones Threds,                            
158.C02.185  All a new %52%6Mantle %51%6downy overspreds,                                 
158.C02.186  A Mouth he Opes, w%5ch%6 wolde as much contayne                           
158.C02.187  As his late house, and y%5e%6 first %Jhows%K speakes playne               
158.C02.188  And chirps a low'd for meat. Meate fitt for Men                           
158.C02.189  His Father steales for him, and soe feedes then                           
158.C02.190  One, y%5t%6 w%5th%6in a Moneth, will beate him from his D%>>H<en.
158.C02.191  In this worlds youth wise nature did make hast                            
158.C02.192  Things ripened sooner, and did longer last,
158.C02.193  All ready this hott Cocke in Bush and Tree
158.C02.194  In fielld and tent oreflutters his next hen,
158.C02.195  He asks her not, who did soe tast, nor when,
158.C02.196  Nor yf his Syster, or his Neece shee bee
158.C02.197  Nor doth shee pule for his inconstancye
158.C02.198  If in her sight he change, nor doth refuse
158.C02.199  The next y%5t%6 calls, both libertye doe vse,
158.C02.200  Where store is of both kinds, both kinds may freely chuse.
158.C02.201  Men, till they tooke lawes w%5ch%6 made freedome lesse
158.C02.202  Theyre daughters, and theyre Sisters did ingresse
158.C02.203  Till now vnlawfull, therefore ill, t'was not
158.C02.204  Soe Iolly, y%5t%6 yt can moove>%Y,%Z< thys Soule, is#-
158.C02.205  The Bodye soe free of his kindnesses
158.C02.206  That selfe preserveinge yt hath now forgott
158.C02.207  And slackneth soe the Soules, and bodyes knott
158.C02.208  Which Temperance streightens, freelye on hys shee frends
158.C02.209  Hee Blood and Spiritt Pith, & Marrowe spends
158.C02.210  Ill Steward of himselfe, himselfe in three yeares ends.
158.C02.211  Els might he longe have liu'de; Man did not knowe
158.C02.212  Of Gummie bloode w%5ch%6 doth in Holly growe
158.C02.213  How to make Byrd-lyme, nor how to deceave
158.C02.214  W%5th%6 faynde Calls, his Netts, or enwrappinge Snares[sic]
158.C02.215  The free Inhabitants of the Plyant Ayre.
158.C02.216  Man to begett, and Woaman to conceiue
158.C02.217  Askt not of rootes, nor of Cocksparrowes leave
158.C02.218  Yett chuseth hee, though none of these he feares
158.C02.219  Pleasantlye Three, then streitned twenty yeares                                                             
158.C02.220  To liue, & to encrease, himselfe outweares. [CW:/(Thys#Cole.]
158.C02.221  Thys Cole with over bloweinge quench'd and deade [f.8v]      
158.C02.222  The Soule from her to Active Organs fled                     
158.C02.223  T'a Brooke; A Female fishes sandye Roe                       
158.C02.224  W%5th%6 y%5e%6 Mayles Ielly, newly leau'ned was              
158.C02.225  For they intertouched as they did passe                      
158.C02.226  And one of those small Bodyes, fitted soe                    
158.C02.227  Thys Soule inform'd, and abled yt to roe                      
158.C02.228  It selfe with Finny Oares, w%5ch%6 shee did fitt,             
158.C02.229  Her Scales seem'd yett of Parchment, & as yett               
158.C02.230  Perchance a fish, but by noe name y%5w%6 could call ytt.|    
158.C02.231  When Goodly, lyke a ship in her full Trim                    
158.C02.232  A Swan soe white y%5t%6 y%5w%6 may vnto him                  
158.C02.233  Compayre all Whitenes, but him selfe to none                 
158.C02.234  Glided a long, and as hee Glyded watch'd,
158.C02.235  And w%5th%6 his Arched Necke thys poore Fish catch'd.        
158.C02.236  It Moov'd w%5th%6 state, as yf to looke vppon                
158.C02.237  Low things yt scorn'd, and yett before y%5t%6 One            
158.C02.238  Could thinke he sought yt, he had swallowed cleare           
158.C02.239  This, and Much such, and vn=blam'd devour'd there            
158.C02.240  All but whoe to swyft, to greate, or well Arm'd were.|       
158.C02.241  Now swome a Prison in a Prison putt                          
158.C02.242  And now this Soule in doble walls was shutt                  
158.C02.243  Till melted w%5th%6 y%5e%6 Swans digestive Fyre              
158.C02.244  Shee left her howse the Fish, & vapour'd forth               
158.C02.245  Fate not affordinge bodyes of more worth                     
158.C02.246  For her as yett, bids her againe retyre                      
158.C02.247  T'a nother Fish, to any new desyre                           
158.C02.248  Made a new Preye, for he that can to none                    
158.C02.249  Resistance make, nor Complaynt, sure is gone                 
158.C02.250  Weaknes envites, but Sylence feast's[sic] Oppression.|       
158.C02.251  Pace w%5th%6 native streame, thys Fish doth keepe            
158.C02.252  And Iournyes w%5th%6 her, towards the glassy deepe           
158.C02.253  But oft retarded, once w%5th%6 a hidden Nett                 
158.C02.254  Though w%5th%6 great Windowes, for when neede first taught
158.C02.255  These tricks to catch foode, then they were not wrought
158.C02.256  As now, w%5th%6 Curious greedynes to lett
158.C02.257  None scape, but few, and fitt for vse to gett
158.C02.258  As in thys Trap a Ravenous Pyke was tane        
158.C02.259  Who though himselfe distrest, would fayne haue slayne
158.C02.260  This wretch, soe hardlye an ill habitt's left agayne.| [CW:/(Heere#by.]
158.C02.261  Here by her smalnes She two deaths orepast [f.9]
158.C02.262  Once Innocence scap'd, & left the oppressor fast
158.C02.263  The Nett through-swome, she keepes the liquid Path
158.C02.264  And whether shee leape vp sometymes to breath
158.C02.265  And sucke in Ayre, or finde yt vnderneath
158.C02.266  Or workeinge parts lyke Mylls, or Lymbecks hath
158.C02.267  To make the Wae%Lther thynne, and Ayre lyke Fayth
158.C02.268  Cares not, but safe the Place shee's come vnto
158.C02.269  Where fresh, with salt Waues meete, & what to doe
158.C02.270  She knowes not, but betweene both makes a boord or two.|
158.C02.271  So farr from hydeinge her Guests, Water ys
158.C02.272  That she shewes them in bigger quantityes
158.C02.273  Then they are. Thus doubtfull of her Way
158.C02.274  For game and not for hunger a Sea Pye
158.C02.275  Spyed through this traterous Spectacle, from high
158.C02.276  The sillye Fish when yt disputinge laye,
158.C02.277  And t'end her dobts[sic] & her, beares her away,
158.C02.278  Exalted she is, but to the Exalters good
158.C02.279  As are by greate Ones, Men w%5ch%6 lowelye stoode
158.C02.280  >%YIt%Z< [ind]It Rays'd, to be y%5e%6 Raysers Instruments & foode.|
158.C02.281  Is any kind subiect to rape lyke Fish?
158.C02.282  Ill vnto Man, they neyther doe, nor wish:
158.C02.283  Fishers they kill not, nor w%5th%6 Noyse awake,
158.C02.284  They doe not hunt, nor strive to make a Pray
158.C02.285  Of Beasts, nor theyre yonge Sonnes to beare away
158.C02.286  Foules they pursue not, nor doe vndertake
158.C02.287  To spoyle the Nests Industrious Byrds doe make
158.C02.288  Yett them all these vnkind kinds feede vppon
158.C02.289  To kill them is an Occupation,
158.C02.290  And laws make fasts, & Lents for theyre distruction.|
158.C02.291  A sudden stiffe land-winde in that selfe hower
158.C02.292  To Sea-ward forc'd thys Byrd y%5t%6 did devoure
158.C02.293  The Fish; he cares not, for w%5th%6 Ease he flyes
158.C02.294  Fatt Gluttonyes best Orator: At last
158.C02.295  So long he hath flowen, & hath flowen soe fast
158.C02.296  That leagues at Sea, now ty'rde he lyes
158.C02.297  And w%5th%6 his Pray, y%5t%6 till then Languist[sic], Dyes.
158.C02.298  The Soules no longer foes, two wayes did erre
158.C02.299  The Fish I follow, & keepe noe Callender
158.C02.300  Of the Other; he lives yett in some greate Officer.| [CW:/(Into#an.]
158.C02.301  Into an Embrion Fish, our Soule is throwne [f.9v]
158.C02.302  And in due tyme throwne out againe, & growne
158.C02.303  To such vastnes, as yf vnmanacled
158.C02.304  From Greece, Morea were, & that by some
158.C02.305  Earthquake vnrooted, loose Morea swome
158.C02.306  Or Seas from Affricks Bodye had severed
158.C02.307  And torne the hopefull Promontoryes head
158.C02.308  This Fish would seeme these, & when all hopes fayle
158.C02.309  A great Ship oversett or w%5th%6out Sayle
158.C02.310  Hulling, might (when this was a whelpe) be lyke thys whale.|
158.C02.311  At every stroke his brazen finns doe take
158.C02.312  More Circles in the broken Sea they make
158.C02.313  Then Cannons voyces when the Ayre they teare
158.C02.314  His ribbs are Pillers, and his high Arch'd roofe
158.C02.315  Of barke that blunts best steele, is thunder proofe
158.C02.316  Swim in him swallowed Dolphins, w%5th%6out feare
158.C02.317  And feele noe sydes, as yf his vast Wombe were
158.C02.318  Some Inland Sea, and ever as he went
158.C02.319  He spowted Rivers vp, as yf he ment
158.C02.320  To ioyne our Seas, w%5th%6 Seas aboue y%5e%6 Fyrmament.|
158.C02.321  He hunts not fish, But as an Officer
158.C02.322  Stayes in his Court, as his owne Nett, & there
158.C02.323  All Suitors of all sorts themselves enthrall,
158.C02.324  Soe on his back lyes thys Whale wantoninge
158.C02.325  And in his Gulflyke Throate, sucks every thinge
158.C02.326  That passeth neere. Fish, chaseth fish, & all
158.C02.327  Flyer and follower in this Whirlepoole fall
158.C02.328  O might not States of more Equallytye
158.C02.329  Consist? And is yt of Necessytye
158.C02.330  That Thousand guiltles Smales to make One Great must dye.|
158.C02.331  Now drinks he vp Seas, & he eates vp flockes
158.C02.332  He Iustles Ilands, and he shakes firme Rocks
158.C02.333  Now in a Roomefull house this Soule doth floate
158.C02.334  And lyke a Prince she sends her facultyes
158.C02.335  To all her limbs, distant as Provinces
158.C02.336  The Sunne hath twenty tymes both Crabb & Goate
158.C02.337  Parch'd, since first lanch'd[sic] forth this liveinge Boate,
158.C02.338  T'is greatest now, and to destruction
158.C02.339  Nearest; Theres noe pause at perfection,
158.C02.340  Greatnes a period hath, but hath noe Station.| [CW:/(Two#little.]
158.C02.341  Two little Fishes whome he never harm'd [f.10]
158.C02.342  Nor fedd on theyre kind, two not throughly Arm'd
158.C02.343  W%5th%6 hope that they could kill him, Nor could doe
158.C02.344  Good to them selves by his Death; They did not eate
158.C02.345  His flesh, nor sucke those oyles, w%5ch%6 thence outstreate,
158.C02.346  Conspir'd against him, And yt might vndoe
158.C02.347  The Plott of all, y%5t%6 y%5e%6 Plotters were two
158.C02.348  But y%5t%6 they Fishes were, and could not Speake,
158.C02.349  How shall a Tyran wise stronge proiects breake
158.C02.350  Yf wretches can on them the com%Mon Anger wreake.|
158.C02.351  The flayle fin'de Thresher, and Steele=beak'd sword fish
158.C02.352  Onely attempt to doe, what all doe wish.
158.C02.353  The Thresher backs him, and to beate beginnes
158.C02.354  The sluggard Whale yeilds to Oppression
158.C02.355  And t'hide himselfe from Shame, & danger, Downe
158.C02.356  Beginns to sinke; The sword fish vpward spinns
158.C02.357  And gores him w%5th%6 his Beake, His staffe lyke Finns
158.C02.358  Soe were the One, his sword the other plyes
158.C02.359  That now a scoffe and pray, thys Tyran dyes
158.C02.360  And (his owne dole) feeds w%5th%6 himselfe all Companyes.|
158.C02.361  Who will Revenge his Death? Or who will call
158.C02.362  Those to Accompt, y%5t%6 thought, and wrought his fall?
158.C02.363  The heyres of slayne Kings, we see are often soe
158.C02.364  Transported with y%5e%6 Ioy of what they gett
158.C02.365  That they revenge, and Obsequies forgett,
158.C02.366  Nor will against such Men y%5e%6 People goe
158.C02.367  Because he is now dead, to whome they shoulld showe
158.C02.368  Loue in y%5t%6 Act. Some Kings by Vice beinge growne
158.C02.369  Soe needy of Subiects loue, that of theyre owne
158.C02.370  They thinke they loose, yf love be to y%5e%6 dead Prince showne.|
158.C02.371  This Soule, now free from Prison, and Passion
158.C02.372  Hath yett a little Indignation
158.C02.373  That soe small Hammers should soe soone downe beate
158.C02.374  Soe greate a Castle. And haveinge for her house
158.C02.375  Gott the streight Cloyster of a wretched Mouse
158.C02.376  (As Basest men y%5t%6 have not what to Eate
158.C02.377  Nor enioy ought, doe far more hate the greate
158.C02.378  Then they, who good repos'd Estates possese)
158.C02.379  Thys Soule, late taught y%5t%6 great things might by Lesse
158.C02.380  Be slayne, to Gallant Mischeife doth her selfe adresse [CW:/(Natures#great.][miscatch]
158.C02.381  Natures Great Master Peece, An Elephant [f.10v]
158.C02.382  The onely harmles great Thinge; The Giant
158.C02.383  Of Beasts; Who thought nor had gone, to make one wyse
158.C02.384  But to be Iust, and thankefull, loath to Offende.
158.C02.385  Yett Nature hath given him no knees to bende
158.C02.386  Himselfe he vpprops, on him selfe relyes
158.C02.387  And Foe to none, suspects noe Enemyes
158.C02.388  Still sleepinge stoode; vext not his Fantasye,
158.C02.389  Blacke dreames, lyke an vnbent Bowe, Careleslye
158.C02.390  His sinewy Proboscis did remislye lye.|
158.C02.391  In w%5ch%6 as in a Gallerye thys Mouse
158.C02.392  Walk'd, and surveyd y%5e%6 roomes of this vast house
158.C02.393  And to the Brayne, y%5e%6 Soules Bedchamber.[sic] went
158.C02.394  And gnawed y%5e%6 lyfe Cords there, lyke a whole Towne                     
158.C02.395  Cleane vndermynde, y%5e%6 slayne Beast tumbled downe                       
158.C02.396  W%5th%6 him y%5e%6 Murtherer dyes, whome Envye sent                        
158.C02.397  To kill not scape, For onely he y%5t%6 went                                
158.C02.398  To dye, did ever kill a man of better roome                                
158.C02.399  And thus he made his Foe, his Pray, & Tombe                                
158.C02.400  Who cares not to turne backe, may any whether come.|                       
158.C02.401  Next, hous'd thys Soule a Wolues yet vnborne Whelpe                        
158.C02.402  Till the best Midwyfe Nature gave yt helpe                                 
158.C02.403  To yssue. It could kill, as soone as goe,                                  
158.C02.404  Abell as whyte, and mylde as his Sheepe were                               
158.C02.405  (Who in y%5t%6 trayde, of Church, and Kingdomes, there                     
158.C02.406  Was y%5e%6 first Type) was still infected soe                              
158.C02.407  W%5th%6 this Woolfe y%5t%6 yt bred his losse, and woe,                     
158.C02.408  And yett his Bitch, hys Sentynell attends                                   
158.C02.409  The flocke soe neere, so well warnes & defends                             
158.C02.410  That y%5e%6 Woolfe (hopeless ells) to Corrupt her, entends.|               
158.C02.411  Hee tooke a Course, w%5ch%6 since succesfullye                             
158.C02.412  Great men have often taken, to Espye                                       
158.C02.413  The Counsells, or to breake y%5e%6 plotts of Foes                          
158.C02.414  To Abells tent he stealeth in y%5e%6 darke                                 
158.C02.415  On whose skirts y%5e%6 Bitch slept; Ere she could Barke                    
158.C02.416  Attach'd her with streight gripes, yett he call'd those                    
158.C02.417  Embracements of loue; To loues worke hee goes                              
158.C02.418  When deeds moove more then words; Nor doth shee showe                      
158.C02.419  Nor much resist, Nor needs he streighten soe                               
158.C02.420  His Pray, for were she loose, she would not barke, nor goe.| [CW:/(He#hath]
158.C02.421  He hath engag'd her, hys, she wholy bides [f.11]                           
158.C02.422  Who not her owne, none others secretts hydes                               
158.C02.423  If to the flocke he come, and Abell there,                                  
158.C02.424  She faines hoarse barkeings, but she byteth not                            
158.C02.425  Her fayth is quite, but not her loue forgott,                              
158.C02.426  At last a Trap, of w%5ch%6 some every where                                
158.C02.427  Abell had plac'd End and his losse, and feare                              
158.C02.428  By y%5e%6 wolues death; And now Iust tyme yt was                           
158.C02.429  That a quicke Soule shoulld giue lyfe to y%5t%6 Mas                        
158.C02.430  Of Blood in Abells bitch, & thither this did passe.|                       
158.C02.431  Some haue theyre wyves, theyre Sisters some begott                         
158.C02.432  But in y%5e%6 lives of Emperors you shall not
158.C02.433  Reade of a lust y%5e%6 w%5ch%6 may equall thys
158.C02.434  Thys Wolfe begott himselfe, and finished
158.C02.435  What he began a liue, when he was dead
158.C02.436  Sonne to himselfe, and father to, he is
158.C02.437  A Ridling lust, for which Schoolemen would misse
158.C02.438  A Proper name. The Whelpe of both these lay
158.C02.439  In Abells Tent, and w%5th%6 soft Moaba
158.C02.440  His sister being yong, yt vs'd to sport and play.|
158.C02.441  He soone for her too harsh, and churlish grewe
158.C02.442  And (Abell y%5e%6 Dam dead) would vse thys newe 
158.C02.443  For y%5e%6 feild, Beeinge of two kinds made
158.C02.444  He as his Dam from Sheepe, drove Wolues away,
158.C02.445  And as his Syre, he made them his owne praye.
158.C02.446  Fiue yeares he liv'd, and Coosened w%5th%6 his trade,
158.C02.447  Then hopeles y%5t%6 his faults were hyd, betrayde
158.C02.448  Himselfe by flight, and by all followed
158.C02.449  From Doggs a [sic]Wolve; from Wolves a dogg he fled
158.C02.450  And lyke a spye to both sydes false he perished.|
158.C02.451  It quickned next a Toy-full Ape, and soe
158.C02.452  Gamesome yt was, y%5t%6 yt might freely goe
158.C02.453  From Tent to Tent, and w%5th%6 y%5e%6 Children play
158.C02.454  His organs now soe lyke theyres he doth finde
158.C02.455  That why he cannot laugh, and speake his minde
158.C02.456  He wonders. Much w%5th%6all, most he doth stay
158.C02.457  W%5th%6 Adams Fyft Daughter Syphatecya,
158.C02.458  Doth gaze on her, and where she passeth passe
158.C02.459  Gathers her fruits, & tumbles on y%5e%6 grasse
158.C02.460  And wysest of y%5t%6 kind, y%5e%6 first true lover was.| [CW:/(He#was.]
158.C02.461  He was y%5e%6 first, y%5t%6 more desyre'd to haue [f.11v]
158.C02.462  One then Another; First y%5t%6 ere did crave
158.C02.463  Loue by Mute signes, and had noe power to speake,
158.C02.464  First y%5t%6 could make loue-faces, or could doe
158.C02.465  The Valters Sombersalts, or vs'd to woe
158.C02.466  W%5th%6 hoytinge Gambolds, his owne bones to brake
158.C02.467  To make his Mistris merry; Or to wreake
158.C02.468  Her anger on him selfe. Sinns against kinde
158.C02.469  They easelye doe, y%5t%6 can lett feede theyre minde
158.C02.470  W%5th%6 outward Beautye, beautye they in boyes & beasts doe finde.|
158.C02.471  By this Misled, too lowe things men have proov'd
158.C02.472  And too high; Beasts and Angells haue beene lov'd
158.C02.473  Thys Ape, though Ells through-vaine, in thys was wise
158.C02.474  He reach'd at things too high, but open way
158.C02.475  There was, and he knew not shee would say nay
158.C02.476  His Toyes prevayle not, lykelyer Meanes he tryes
158.C02.477  He gazeth on her face w%5th%6 teare-shott eyes
158.C02.478  And vp lyfts subtlye w%5th%6 his russett Pawe
158.C02.479  Her kidskin Apron w%5th%6out feare or Awe
158.C02.480  Of Nature; Nature hath no [sic]Goale, though she hath Law.|
158.C02.481  First, she was sillye, and knew not what he ment
158.C02.482  That Vertue, by his touches, chaft and spent
158.C02.483  Succeeds an Itchy warm'th, y%5t%6 melts her quite
158.C02.484  She knew not first, now cares not what he doth
158.C02.485  And willinge halfe and more, more then halfe
158.C02.486  She neyther pulls, nor pushes, but out right
158.C02.487  Now cryes, and now repents; When Tethelemite
158.C02.488  Her brother entred, and a greate Stone threwe
158.C02.489  After y%5e%6 Ape, who thus prevented flewe
158.C02.490  Thys house thus battered downe, y%5e%6 Soule possest a New.|
158.C02.491  And whether by this Change she loose or winne
158.C02.492  She comes out next, where the Ape would haue gone in,
158.C02.493  Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now
158.C02.494  Lyke Chymyques equall fyres, her temperate wombe
158.C02.495  Had stew'd and form'd yt; And part did become
158.C02.496  A Spungye Lyver, y%5t%6 did richlye allowe
158.C02.497  Lyke a free Conduite, on a high hills browe
158.C02.498  Lyfe-keepeinge Moysture vnto every part
158.C02.499  Part hardned yt selfe to a thicker hart
158.C02.500  Whose busy furnaces lyfes Spiritts doe impart.| [CW:/(Another#part.]
158.C02.501  Another part became y%5e%6 well of Sence [f.12]
158.C02.502  The tender Well Arm'd feelinge brayne from whence
158.C02.503  Those sinewy strings which doe our Bodyes tye
158.C02.504  Are ravel'd out, and fast there by one Ende
158.C02.505  Did thys Soule lymbes, these limbes a Soule attend
158.C02.506  And now they Ioyn'd. Keepinge some quallie%>>quallytye<
158.C02.507  Of every past shape, shee knew Treacherye
158.C02.508  Rapine, Deceite, and lust, and Ills enow
158.C02.509  To be a woaman. Themech she is now
158.C02.510  Sister, & wyfe to Cayne, Caine y%5t%6 first did plowe.|
158.C02.511  Who ere thou beest, y%5t%6 Reade'st thys Sullen Writt.
158.C02.512  W%5ch%6 iust soe much Courts y%5e%6[sic], as thou do'st ytt,
158.C02.513  Lett mee Arrest thy Thoughts, wonder w%5th%6 mee
158.C02.514  Why Ploweinge, Buildeinge, Ruleinge and the Rest
158.C02.515  Or most of these Arts whence our lives are blest.
158.C02.516  By cursed Caines rase Invented bee,
158.C02.517  And blest Seth vext vs, w%5th%6 Astronomye,
158.C02.518  There's nothinge simply Good, nor Ill alone
158.C02.519  Of every Qualytye, Comparisone
158.C02.520  The onely Measure is, and Iudge Opinion.|
158.C02.0SS  [om]
158.C02.0$$  %1Poem wr. in 10-l. sts separated by space & numbered scribally[?] in LM; last l. of each st ind; 
HE precedes epistle except for%2 First Songe.%1; extraneous material wr. nonscribally in margins & betw. sts 
(ll.30-31, 40-41, 50-51--may be comment on ll.39-40[EWS]); in l.185 scribal numbers correct the word-order%2