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O5v-P5, pp. 202-17 (CtY,MH) 155.00D.HE1 An Anatomy of the World,[sic] [O5v] 155.00D.HE2 %1The first Anniversary%2. 155.00D.001 VV%+Hen that rich Soule which to her heaven is \(gone, 155.00D.001M[om] 155.00D.002 Who%M al doe celebrate, who know they have /(one, 155.00D.003 (For who is sure he hath a Soule, unlesse 155.00D.004 It see, and judge, and follow worthinesse, 155.00D.005 And by deeds praise it? he who doth not this, 155.00D.006 May lodge an inmate soule, but 'tis not his) 155.00D.007 When that Queene ended here her progresse time, 155.00D.008 And, as t'her standing house to heaven did climbe; 155.00D.009 Where loath to make the Saints attend her long, 155.00D.010 She's now a part both of the Quire and Song: 155.00D.011 This World, in that great earthquake languished; 155.00D.012 For in a common bath of teares it bled, 155.00D.013 Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out: 155.00D.014 But succour'd them with a perplexed doubt, [CW:Whether] 155.00D.015 Whether the world did lose, or gaine in this, [O6] 155.00D.016 (Because since now no other way there is, 155.00D.017 But goodnesse, to see her, whom all would see, 155.00D.018 All must endeavour to be good as shee.) 155.00D.019 This great consumption to a fever turn'd, 155.00D.020 And so the world had fits; it joy'd, it mourn'd; 155.00D.021 And, as men thinke, that Agues physick are, 155.00D.022 And th'Ague being spent, give over care: 155.00D.023 So thou sick world mistak'st thy selfe to be 155.00D.024 Well, when alas, thou art in a Lethargie: 155.00D.025 Her death did wound and tame thee than, and than 155.00D.026 Thou might'st have better spar'd the Sunne, or man. 155.00D.027 That wound was deepe, but 'tis more misery, 155.00D.028 That thou hast lost thy sense and memory. 155.00D.029 'Twas heavy then to heare thy voyce of moane, 155.00D.030 But this is worse that thou art speechlesse growne. 155.00D.031 Thou hast forgot thy name thou hadst; thou wast 155.00D.032 Nothing but she, and her thou hast o'rpast. 155.00D.033 For as a child kept from the fount, untill 155.00D.034 A Prince, expected long, come to fulfill 155.00D.035 The ceremonies, thou unnam'd had'st laid, 155.00D.036 Had not her comming, thee her palace made: 155.00D.037 Her name defin'd thee, gave thee forme, and frame, 155.00D.038 And thou forgett'st to celebrate thy name. 155.00D.039 Some moneths she hath been dead (but being dead, 155.00D.040 Measures of time are all determined) 155.00D.041 But long she'hath been away, long, long, yet none 155.00D.042 Offers to tell us who it is that's gone. 155.00D.043 But as in States doubtfull of future heires, 155.00D.044 When sicknesse without remedie impaires 155.00D.045 The present Prince, they're loath it should be said, 155.00D.046 The Prince doth languish or the Prince is dead: [CW:So] 155.00D.047 So mankinde, feeling now a generall thaw, [O6v] 155.00D.048 A strong example gone, equall to law; 155.00D.049 The Cyment which did faithfully compact, 155.00D.050 And give all vertues, now resolv'd and slack'd, 155.00D.051 Thought it some blasphemy to say she'was dead, 155.00D.052 Or that our weaknesse was discovered 155.00D.053 In that confession; therefore spoke no more, 155.00D.054 Then tongues, the Soule being gone, the losse de-/(plore. 155.00D.055 But though it be too late to succour thee, 155.00D.056 Sick World, yea, dead, yea putrified, since she 155.00D.057 Thy'intrinsique balme, and thy preservative, 155.00D.058 Can never be renew'd, thou never live, 155.00D.059 I (since no man can make thee live) will trie, 155.00D.060 What we may gaine by thy Anatomy. 155.00D.061 Her death hath taught us dearly, that thou art 155.00D.062 Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part. 155.00D.063 Let no man say, the world it selfe being dead, 155.00D.064 'Tis labour lost to have discovered 155.00D.065 The worlds infirmities, since there is none 155.00D.066 Alive to study this dissection; 155.00D.067 For there's a kinde of World remaining still, 155.00D.067M[om] 155.00D.068 Though she which did inanimate and fill 155.00D.069 The world, be gone, yet in this last long night, 155.00D.070 Her Ghost doth walke, that is, a glimmering light, 155.00D.071 A faint weake love of vertue, and of good 155.00D.072 Reflects from her, on them which understood 155.00D.073 Her worth; and though she have shut in all day, 155.00D.074 The twilight of her memory doth stay; 155.00D.075 Which, from the carcasse of the old world, free, 155.00D.076 Creates a new world, and new creatures bee 155.00D.077 Produc'd: the matter and the stuffe of this, 155.00D.078 Her vertue, and the forme our practise is: [CW:And] 155.00D.079 And though to be thus elemented, arme [O7] 155.00D.080 These creatures, from homeborn intrinsique harme, 155.00D.081 (For all assum'd unto this dignitie, 155.00D.082 So many weedlesse Paradises bee, 155.00D.083 Which of themselves produce no venomous sinne, 155.00D.084 Except some foraine Serpent bring it in) 155.00D.085 Yet because outward stormes the strongest breake, 155.00D.086 And strength it selfe by confidence growes weake, 155.00D.087 This new world may be safer, being told 155.00D.088 The dangers and diseases of the old: 155.00D.088M[om] 155.00D.089 For with due temper men doe them forgoe, 155.00D.090 Or covet things, when they their true worth know, 155.00D.091 There is no health; Physitians say that we, 155.00D.091M[om] 155.00D.092 At best, enjoy but a neutralitie. 155.00D.093 And can there be worse sicknesse than to know, 155.00D.094 That we are never well, nor can be so? 155.00D.095 We are borne ruinous: poore mothers cry, 155.00D.096 That Children come not right nor orderly, 155.00D.097 Except they headlong come and fall upon 155.00D.098 An ominous precipitation. 155.00D.099 How witty's ruine, how importunate 155.00D.100 Upon mankinde? it labour'd to frustrate 155.00D.101 Even Gods purpose; and made woman, sent 155.00D.102 For mans reliefe, cause of his languishment; 155.00D.103 They were to good ends, and they are so still, 155.00D.104 But accessory, and principall in ill; 155.00D.105 For that first marriage was our funerall: 155.00D.106 One woman at one blow, then kill'd us all, 155.00D.107 And singly, one by one they kill us now. 155.00D.108 We doe delightfully our selves allow 155.00D.109 To that consumption; and profusely blinde 155.00D.110 We kill our selves to propagate our kinde, [CW:And] 155.00D.111 And yet we doe not that; we are not men: [O7v] 155.00D.112 There is not now that mankinde, which was then, 155.00D.113 When as the Sunne and man did seeme to strive, 155.00D.114 (Joynt-tenants of the world) who should survive; 155.00D.114M[om] 155.00D.115 When, Stagge, and Raven, and the long-liv'd tree, 155.00D.116 Compar'd with man, dy'd in minoritie; 155.00D.117 When, if a slow pac'd starre had stolne away 155.00D.118 From the observers marking, he might stay 155.00D.119 Two or three hundred yeares to see't againe, 155.00D.120 And then make up his observation plaine; 155.00D.121 When as the age was long, the sise was great; 155.00D.122 Mans growth confess'd, and recompenc'd the meat; 155.00D.123 So spacious and large, that every Soule 155.00D.124 Did a faire Kingdome, and large Realme controule: 155.00D.125 And when the very stature, thus erect, 155.00D.126 Did that Soule a good way towards heaven direct, 155.00D.127 Where is this mankinde now? who lives to age, 155.00D.128 Fit to be made %1Methusalem%2 his page? 155.00D.129 Alas, we scarce live long enough to trie 155.00D.130 Whether a true made clock run right or lie. 155.00D.131 Old Gransires talke of yesterday with sorrow: 155.00D.132 And for our children we reserve to morrow. 155.00D.133 So short is life, that every pesant strives, 155.00D.134 In a torne house, or field, to have three lives. 155.00D.135 And as in lasting, so in length is man, 155.00D.136 Contracted to an inch, who was a spanne; 155.00D.136M[om] 155.00D.137 For had a man at first in forrests straid, 155.00D.138 Or ship-wrack'd in the Sea, one would have laid 155.00D.139 A wager, that an Elephant or Whale, 155.00D.140 That met him, would not hastily assaile, 155.00D.141 A thing so equall to him: now alas, 155.00D.142 The Fairies, and the Pygmies well may passe [CW:As] 155.00D.143 As credible; mankinde decayes so soone, [O8] 155.00D.144 We'are scarce our Fathers shadowes cast at noone: 155.00D.145 Only death adds t'our length: nor are we growne 155.00D.146 In stature to be men, till we are none. 155.00D.147 But this were light, did our lesse volume hold 155.00D.148 All the old Text; or had we chang'd to gold 155.00D.149 Their silver, or dispos'd into lesse glasse 155.00D.150 Spirits of vertue, which then scatter'd was: 155.00D.151 But 'tis not so: w'are not retir'd, but dampt; 155.00D.152 And as our bodies, so our mindes are crampt: 155.00D.153 'Tis shrinking, not close weaving that hath thus, 155.00D.154 In minde and body both bedwarfed us. 155.00D.155 We seeme ambitious Gods whole worke t'undoe; 155.00D.156 Of nothing he made us, and we strive too, 155.00D.157 To bring our selves to nothing backe; and we 155.00D.158 Doe what we can, to do't so soone as he: 155.00D.159 With new diseases on our selves we warre, 155.00D.160 And with new Physick, a worse Engine farre. 155.00D.161 This man, this worlds Vice-Emperour, in whom 155.00D.162 All faculties, all graces are at home; 155.00D.163 And if in other creatures they appeare, 155.00D.164 They'are but mans Ministers, and Legats there, 155.00D.165 To worke on their rebellions, and reduce 155.00D.166 Them to Civilitie, and to mans use: 155.00D.167 This man, whom God did wooe, and loth t'attend 155.00D.168 Till man came up, did down to man descend|:| 155.00D.169 This man so great, that all that is, is his, 155.00D.170 Oh what a trifle, and poore thing he is! 155.00D.171 If man were any thing, hee's nothing now: 155.00D.172 Helpe, or at least some time to waste, allow 155.00D.173 To'his other wants, yet when he did depart 155.00D.174 With her whom we lament, he lost his heart. [CW:She,][miscatch] 155.00D.175 She of whom th'Ancients seem'd to prophesie. [O8v] 155.00D.176 When they call'd vertues by the name of She; 155.00D.177 She, in whom vertue was so much refin'd, 155.00D.178 That for allay unto so pure a minde 155.00D.179 She took the weaker Sex: she that could drive 155.00D.180 The poysonous tincture, and the staine of Eve, 155.00D.181 Out of her thoughts and deeds; and purifie 155.00D.182 All by a true religious Alchimy; 155.00D.183 She, she is dead; she's dead; when thou know'st this, 155.00D.184 Thou know'st how poore a trifling thing man is, 155.00D.185 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomy, 155.00D.186 The heart being perish'd, no part can be free, 155.00D.187 And that except thou feed (not banquet) on 155.00D.188 The supernaturall food, Religion, 155.00D.189 Thy better growth growes withered, and scant; 155.00D.190 Be more than man, or thou'art lesse then an Ant. 155.00D.191 Then as mankinde, so is the worlds whole frame 155.00D.192 Quite out of joynt, almost created lame: 155.00D.193 For, before God had made up all the rest, 155.00D.194 Corruption entred, and deprav'd the best: 155.00D.195 It seis'd the Angels, and then first of all 155.00D.196 The world did in her cradle take a fall, 155.00D.197 And turn'd her braines, and took a generall maime, 155.00D.198 Wronging each joynt of th'universall frame, 155.00D.199 The noblest part, man, felt it first: and than 155.00D.200 Both beasts and plants, curst in the curse of man: 155.00D.201 So did the world from the first houre decay, 155.00D.201M[om] 155.00D.202 That evening was beginning of the day, 155.00D.203 And now the Springs and Summers which we see 155.00D.204 Like sonnes of women after fifty bee. 155.00D.205 And new Philosophy cals all in doubt, 155.00D.206 The Element of fire is quite put out: [CW:The] 155.00D.207 The Sunne is lost, and th'earth, and no mans wit [P1] 155.00D.208 Can well direct him where to look for it. 155.00D.209 And freely men confesse that this world's spent, 155.00D.210 When in the Planets, and the firmament 155.00D.211 They seek so many new; they see that this 155.00D.212 Is crumbled out againe to his Atomies. 155.00D.213 'Tis all in peeces, all coherence gone, 155.00D.214 All just supply, and all Relation: 155.00D.215 Prince, Subject, Father, Son, are things forgot, 155.00D.216 For every man alone thinkes he hath got 155.00D.217 To be a Phoe%Lnix, and that then can be 155.00D.218 None of that kind, of which he is, but he 155.00D.219 This is the worlds condition now, and now 155.00D.220 She that should all parts to reunion bow, 155.00D.221 She that had all magnetique force alone, 155.00D.222 To draw and fasten sundred parts in one; 155.00D.223 She whom wise nature had invented then 155.00D.224 When she observ'd that every sort of men 155.00D.225 Did in their voyage, in this worlds Sea stray, 155.00D.226 And needed a new Compasse for their way; 155.00D.227 She that was best, and first originall 155.00D.228 Of all faire copies, and the generall 155.00D.229 Steward to Fate; she whose rich eyes and brest 155.00D.230 Guilt the West-Indies, and perfum'd the East, 155.00D.231 Whose having breath'd in this world, did bestow. 155.00D.232 Spice on those Isles, and bad them still smell so, 155.00D.233 And that rich Indie, which doth gold interre, 155.00D.234 Is but as single money coyn'd from her: 155.00D.235 She to whom this world must it selfe referre, 155.00D.236 As Suburbs, or the Microcosme of her, 155.00D.237 She, she is dead: she's dead: when thou knowest /(this 155.00D.238 Thou knowest how lame a creeple this world is, [CW:And] 155.00D.239 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomy, [P1v] 155.00D.240 That this worlds generall sicknesse doth not lye 155.00D.241 In any humour, or one certain part; 155.00D.242 But as thou sawest it rotten at the heart, 155.00D.243 Thou seest a Hectique feaver hath got hold 155.00D.244 Of the whole substance, not to be contrould, 155.00D.245 And that thou hast but one way, not t'admit 155.00D.246 The worlds infection, to be none of it. 155.00D.247 For the worlds subtilst immateriall parts 155.00D.248 Feel this consuming wound, and ages darts. 155.00D.249 For the worlds beauty, is decay'd, or gone, 155.00D.250 Beauty, that's colour, and proportion, 155.00D.250M[om] 155.00D.251 We think the heavens enjoy their Sphericall, 155.00D.252 Their round proportion embracing all, 155.00D.253 But yet their various and perplexed course, 155.00D.254 Observ'd in divers ages, doth enforce 155.00D.255 Men to find out so many Eccentrique parts, 155.00D.256 Such divers down-right lines; such overthwarts, 155.00D.257 As disproportion that pure forme: It teares 155.00D.258 The Firmament in eight and forty shieres, 155.00D.259 And in these Constellations then arise 155.00D.260 New stars, and old doe vanish from our eyes: 155.00D.261 As though heav'n suffered earthquakes, peace or /(war 155.00D.262 When new towers rise, and old demolish'd are. 155.00D.263 They have impal'd within a Zodiake 155.00D.264 The free-born Sun, and keep twelve signes awake 155.00D.265 To watch his steps; the Goat and Crab controule 155.00D.266 And fright him back, who else to either Pole 155.00D.267 (Did not these tropiques fetter him) might runne: 155.00D.268 For his course is not round, nor can the Sunne 155.00D.269 Perfit a Circle, or maintain his way 155.00D.270 One inch direct, but where he rose to day [CW:He] 155.00D.271 He comes no more but with a cozening line, [P2] 155.00D.272 Steales by that point, and so is Serpentine: 155.00D.273 And seeming weary of his reeling thus, 155.00D.274 He means to sleep, being now falne nearer us. 155.00D.275 So, of the Starres which boast that they doe runne 155.00D.276 In Circle still, none ends where he begun. 155.00D.277 All their proportion's lame it sinkes, it swels: 155.00D.278 For of Meridians, and Parallels, 155.00D.279 Man hath weav'd out a net, and this net thrown 155.00D.280 Upon the Heavens, and now they are his own. 155.00D.281 Loth to goe up the hill, or labour thus 155.00D.282 To goe to heaven, we make heaven come to us. 155.00D.283 We spur, we reine the starres, and in their race 155.00D.284 They are diversly content t'obey our pace. 155.00D.285 But keeps the earth her round proportion still? 155.00D.286 Doth not a Tenarus or higher hill 155.00D.287 Rise so high like a Rock, that one might think 155.00D.288 The floating Moon would shipwrack there and sink? 155.00D.289 Seas are so deep, that Whales being struck to day, 155.00D.290 Perchance to morrow scarce at middle way 155.00D.291 Of their wish'd journeys end, the bottome, die. 155.00D.292 And men, to sound depths, so much line untie, 155.00D.293 As one might justly think, that there would rise 155.00D.294 At end thereof, one of th'Antipodies: 155.00D.295 If under all, a vault infernall be, 155.00D.296 (Which sure is spacious, except that we 155.00D.297 Invent another torment, that there must 155.00D.298 Millions into a straight hot roome be thrust) 155.00D.299 Then solidnesse and roundnesse have no place. 155.00D.300 Are these but warts, and pockholes in the face 155.00D.301 Of th'earth? Think so: but yet confesse, in this 155.00D.302 The worlds proportion disfigur'd is; [CW:That] 155.00D.303 That those two legges whereon it doth rely, [P2v] 155.00D.303M[om] 155.00D.304 Reward and punishment, are bent awry: 155.00D.305 And, Oh, it can no more be questioned, 155.00D.306 That beauties best, proportion is dead, 155.00D.307 Since even griefe it selfe, which now alone 155.00D.308 Is left us, is without proportion. 155.00D.309 She by whose lines proportion should be 155.00D.310 Examin'd, measure of all Symmetry, 155.00D.311 Whom had that Ancient seen, who thought soules /(made 155.00D.312 Of Harmony, he would at next have said 155.00D.313 That Harmony was she, and thence inferre 155.00D.314 That soules were but Resultances from her, 155.00D.315 And did from her into our bodies goe, 155.00D.316 As to our eyes, the formes from objects flow: 155.00D.317 She, who if those great Doctours truly said 155.00D.318 That the Arke to mans proportion was made, 155.00D.319 Had been a type for that, as that might be 155.00D.320 A type of her in this, that contrary 155.00D.321 Both Elements and Passions liv'd at peace 155.00D.322 In her, who caus'd all Civill warre to cease. 155.00D.323 She, after whom, what forme soe'r we see, 155.00D.324 Is discord and rude incongruity; 155.00D.325 She, she is dead, she's dead; when thou know'st this, 155.00D.326 Thou knowest how ugly a monster this world is: 155.00D.327 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomy, 155.00D.328 That here is nothing to enamour thee: 155.00D.329 And that not onely faults in inward parts, 155.00D.330 Corruptions in our brains, or in our hearts, 155.00D.331 Poysoning the fountains, whence our actions spring, 155.00D.332 Endanger us: but that if every thing 155.00D.333 Be not done fitly'#and in proportion, 155.00D.334 To satisfie wise, and good lookers on, [CW:(Since][miscatch] 155.00D.335 Since most men be such as most think they be, [P3] 155.00D.336 They'are lothsome too, by this deformity. 155.00D.337 For good, and well, must in our actions meet; 155.00D.338 Wicked is not much worse then indiscreet. 155.00D.339 But beauties other second Element, 155.00D.340 Colour, and lustre now, is as near spent. 155.00D.341 And had the world his just proportion, 155.00D.342 Were it a ring still, yet the stone is gone. 155.00D.343 As a compassionate Turcoyse, which doth tell 155.00D.344 By looking pale, the wearer is not well: 155.00D.345 As gold fals sick being stung with Mercury, 155.00D.346 All the worlds parts of such complexion be. 155.00D.347 When nature was most busie, the first week, 155.00D.348 Swadling the new-born earth, God seem'd to like 155.00D.349 That she should sport her self sometimes, and play, 155.00D.350 To mingle and vary colours every day: 155.00D.351 And then, as though she could not make enow, 155.00D.352 Himself his various Rainbow did allow. 155.00D.353 Sight is the noblest sense of any one, 155.00D.354 Yet sight hath onely colour to feed on, 155.00D.355 And colour is decay'd: summers robe grows 155.00D.356 Dusky, and like an oft dyed Garment shows. 155.00D.357 Our blushing red, which us'd in cheeks to spred, 155.00D.358 Is inward sunk, and onely our soules are red. 155.00D.359 Perchance the world might have recovered, 155.00D.360 If she whom we lament had not been dead: 155.00D.361 But she, in whom all white, and red, and blew 155.00D.362 (Beauties ingredients) voluntary grew, 155.00D.363 As in an unvext Paradise, from whom 155.00D.364 Did all things verdure, and their lustre come, 155.00D.365 Whose composition was miraculous, 155.00D.366 Being all colour, all diaphanous, [CW:(For] 155.00D.367 (For Ayre, and Fire but thicke grosse bodies were, [P3v] 155.00D.368 And liveliest stones but drowsie and pale to her,) 155.00D.369 She, she is dead; she's dead: when thou know'st this, 155.00D.370 Thou knowest how wan a Ghost this our world is: 155.00D.371 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomy, 155.00D.372 That it should more affright then pleasure thee: 155.00D.373 And that, since all faire colour then did sink, 155.00D.374 'Tis now but wicked vanity, to think 155.00D.375 To colour vicious deeds with good pretence, 155.00D.375M[om] 155.00D.376 Or with bought colours to illude mens sense. 155.00D.377 Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares, 155.00D.378 Then that her influence the heaven forbeares, 155.00D.379 Or that the Elements doe not feele this, 155.00D.380 The father or the mother barren is. 155.00D.381 The clouds conceive not raine, or doe not powre, 155.00D.382 In the due birth time, down the balmy showre; 155.00D.383 Th'ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth, 155.00D.384 To hatch her seasons, and give all things birth; 155.00D.385 Spring-times were common cradles, but are tombs; 155.00D.386 And false-conceptions fill the generall wombs; 155.00D.387 Th'ayre showes such Meteors, as none can see, 155.00D.388 Not onely what they mean, but what they be. 155.00D.389 Earth such new wormes, as would have troubled /(much 155.00D.390 Th'Egyptia%M %1Mages%2 to have made more such. 155.00D.391 What Artist now dares boast that he can bring 155.00D.392 Heaven hither, or constellate any thing, 155.00D.393 So as the influence of those starres may be 155.00D.394 Imprison'd in a Herbe, or Charme or Tree, 155.00D.395 And doe by touch, all which those stars could doe? 155.00D.396 The art is lost, and correspendence too, 155.00D.397 For heaven gives little, and the earth takes lesse, 155.00D.398 And man least knows their trade and purposes. [CW:If] 155.00D.399 If this commerce 'twixt heaven and earth were not [P4] 155.00D.400 Embarr'd, and all this traffique quite forgot, 155.00D.401 She, for whose losse we have lamented thus, 155.00D.402 Would worke more fully, and pow'rfully on us: 155.00D.403 Since herbes, and roots by dying lose not all, 155.00D.404 But they, yea ashes too, are medicinall, 155.00D.405 Death could not quench her vertue so, but that 155.00D.406 It would be (if not follow'd) wondred at: 155.00D.407 And all the world would be one dying swan, 155.00D.408 To sing her funerall praise, and vanish than. 155.00D.409 But as some Serpents poyson hurteth not, 155.00D.410 Except it be from the live Serpent shot, 155.00D.411 So doth her vertue need her here, to fit 155.00D.412 That unto us; she working more then it. 155.00D.413 But she, in whom to such maturitie 155.00D.414 Vertue was grown, past growth, that it must die; 155.00D.415 She, from whose influence all impression came, 155.00D.416 But by receivers impotencies, lame, 155.00D.417 Who, though she could not transubstantiate 155.00D.418 All states to gold, yet guilded every state, 155.00D.419 So that some Princes have some temperance; 155.00D.420 Some Counsellers, some purpose to advance 155.00D.421 The common profit; and some people have 155.00D.422 Some stay, no more then Kings should give, to crave; 155.00D.423 Some women have some taciturnity, 155.00D.424 Some Nunneries some graines of chastity. 155.00D.425 She that did thus much, and much more could doe, 155.00D.426 But that our Age was Iron, and rusty too, 155.00D.427 She, she is dead, she's dead; when thou know'st this, 155.00D.428 Thou knowst how dry a Cinder this worldis. 155.00D.429 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomy, 155.00D.430 That 'tis in vaine to dew, or mollifie [CW:It] 155.00D.431 It with thy teares, or sweat, or bloud: nothing [P4v] 155.00D.432 Is worth our travaile, griefe, or perishing, 155.00D.433 But those rich joyes which did possesse her heart, 155.00D.434 Of which she's now partaker, and a part. 155.00D.435 But as in cutting up a man that's dead, 155.00D.435M[om] 155.00D.436 The body will not last out, to have read 155.00D.437 On every part, and therefore men direct 155.00D.438 Their speech to parts, that are of most effect; 155.00D.439 So the worlds carcasse would not last, if I 155.00D.440 Were punctuall in this Anatomy; 155.00D.441 Nor smels it well to hearers, if one tell 155.00D.442 Them their disease, who fain would thinke they're \(well. 155.00D.443 Here therefore be the end: and blessed maid, 155.00D.444 Of whom is meant what ever hath been said, 155.00D.445 Or shall be spoken well by any tongue, 155.00D.446 Whose name refines coorse lines, and makes prose \(song, 155.00D.447 Accept this tribute, and his first years rent, 155.00D.448 Who till his dark short tapers end be spent, 155.00D.449 As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth, 155.00D.450 Will yearly celebrate thy second birth, 155.00D.451 That is, thy death; for though the soule of man 155.00D.452 Be got when man is made, 'tis born but than 155.00D.453 When man doth die, our bodie's as the wombe, 155.00D.454 And, as a Mid-wife, death directs it home. 155.00D.455 And you her creatures, whom she works upon, 155.00D.456 And have your last, and best concoction 155.00D.457 From her example and her vertue, if you 155.00D.458 In reverence to her doe think it due, 155.00D.459 That no one should her praises thus rehearse, 155.00D.460 As matter fit for Chronicle, not verse: 155.00D.461 Vouchsafe to call to mind that God did make 155.00D.462 A last, and lasting'st peece, a song. He spake [CW:To] 155.00D.463 To %1Moses%2 to deliver unto all [P5] 155.00D.464 That song, because he knew they would let fall 155.00D.465 The Law, the Prophets, and the History, 155.00D.466 But keep the song still in their memory: 155.00D.467 Such an opinion; in due measure, made 155.00D.468 Me this great office boldly to invade: 155.00D.469 Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre 155.00D.470 Me from thus trying to imprison her; 155.00D.471 Which when I saw that a strict grave could doe, 155.00D.472 I saw not why verse might not doe so too. 155.00D.473 Verse hath a middle nature, Heaven keeps Soules, 155.00D.474 The Grave keeps bodies, Verse the Fame enroules. 155.00D.0SS [om] 155.00D.0$$ text in roman; no marginal notes; p.217 misn 271(MH); formatting updated 3-1-05/JSC