IDENTIFIL$$  F15700A|SecAn|1633|sigs.Ll2v-Nn3,pp.260-77 (CtY,DFo,L,M,MH,MiU)
157.00A.HE1  %9OF%0 /THE PROGRESSE /%9OF THE SOULE%0. [Ll2v]
157.00A.HE2  %1The second Anniversarie%2.
157.00A.001  N%+Othing could make me sooner to confesse
157.00A.001M om
157.00A.002  That this world had an everlastingnesse,
157.00A.003  Then to consider, that a yeare is runne,
157.00A.004  Since both this lower world's, and the Sunnes Sunne,
157.00A.005  The Lustre, and the vigor of this all,
157.00A.006  Did set; 'twere blasphemie to say, did fall.
157.00A.007  But as a ship which hath strooke saile, doth runne
157.00A.008  By force of that force which before, it wonne:
157.00A.009  Or as sometimes in a beheaded man,
157.00A.010  Though at those two Red seas, which freely ranne,
157.00A.011  One from the Trunke, another from the Head,
157.00A.012  His soule he sail'd, to her eternall bed,
157.00A.013  His eyes will twinckle, and his tongue will roll,
157.00A.014  As though he beckned, and cal'd backe his soule,
157.00A.015  He graspes his hands, and he pulls up his feet,
157.00A.016  And seemes to reach, and to step forth to meet
157.00A.017  His soule; when all these motions which we saw,
157.00A.018  Are but as Ice, which crackles at a thaw: [CW:Or]
157.00A.019  Or as a Lute, which in moist weather, rings [Ll3]
157.00A.020  Her knell alone, by cracking of her strings.
157.00A.021  So struggles this dead world, now shee is gone;
157.00A.022  For there is motion in corruption.
157.00A.023  As some daies are, at the Creation nam'd,
157.00A.024  Before the Sunne, the which fram'd daies, was fram'd:
157.00A.025  So after this Sunne's set, some shew appeares,
157.00A.026  And orderly vicissitude of yeares.
157.00A.027  Yet a new deluge, and of %1Lethe%2 flood,
157.00A.028  Hath drown'd us all, All have forgot all good,
157.00A.029  Forgetting her, the maine reserve of all,
157.00A.030  Yet in this deluge, grosse and generall,
157.00A.031  Thou seest me strive for life; my life shall bee,
157.00A.032  To be hereafter prais'd, for praysing thee;
157.00A.033  Immortall maid, who though thou would'st refuse
157.00A.034  The name of Mother, be unto my Muse
157.00A.035  A Father, since her chast Ambition is
157.00A.036  Yearely to bring forth such a child as this.
157.00A.037  These Hymnes may worke on future wits, and so
157.00A.038  May great Grand children of thy prayses grow.
157.00A.039  And so, though not revive, embalme and spice
157.00A.040  The world, which else would putrifie with vice.
157.00A.041  For thus, Man may extend thy progeny,
157.00A.042  Untill man doe but vanish, and not die.
157.00A.043  These Hymnes thy issue, may encrease so long,
157.00A.044  As till Gods great %1Venite%2 change the song.
157.00A.045  Thirst for that time, O my insatiate soule,
157.00A.045M %1A iust dise-/stimation(CtY,L,M,MH,MiU)esti-mation(DFo) of /this world%2.
157.00A.046  And serve thy thirst, with Gods safe-sealing Bowle.
157.00A.047  Be thirstie still, and drinke still till thou goe
157.00A.048  To th'only Health, to be Hydroptique so, [CW:Forget]
157.00A.049  Forget this rotten world; And unto thee [Ll3v]
157.00A.050  Let thine owne times as an old storie bee
157.00A.051  Be not concern'd:  studie not why nor when;
157.00A.052  Doe not so much as not beleeve a man.
157.00A.053  For though to erre, be worst, to try truths forth,
157.00A.054  Is far more businesse, then this world is worth.
157.00A.055  The world is but a carkasse; thou art fed
157.00A.056  By it, but as a worme, that carkasse bred;
157.00A.057  And why should'st thou, poore worme, consider more
157.00A.058  When this world will grow better then before,
157.00A.059  Then those thy fellow wormes doe thinke upon
157.00A.060  That carkasses last resurrection.
157.00A.061  Forget this world, and scarce thinke of it so,
157.00A.062  As of old clothes, cast off a yeare agoe.
157.00A.063  To be thus stupid is Alacritie;
157.00A.064  Men thus Lethargique have best Memory.
157.00A.065  Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state
157.00A.066  We now lament not, but congratulate.
157.00A.067  Shee, to whom all this world was but a stage,
157.00A.068  Where all sat harkning how her youthfull age
157.00A.069  Should be emploi'd, because in all shee did,
157.00A.070  Some Figure of the Golden times was hid.
157.00A.071  Who could not lacke, what e'r this world could give,
157.00A.072  Because shee was the forme, that made it live;
157.00A.073  Nor could complaine, that this world was unfit
157.00A.074  To be staid in, then when shee was in it;
157.00A.075  Shee that first tried indifferent desires
157.00A.076  By vertue, and vertue by religious fires,
157.00A.077  Shee to whose person Paradise adher'd,
157.00A.078  As Courts to Princes, shee whose eyes ensphear'd [CW:Sar-][miscatch]-
157.00A.079  Star-light enough, t'have made the South controule, [Ll4]
157.00A.080  (Had shee beene there) the Star-full Northerne Pole,
157.00A.081  Shee, she is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,
157.00A.082  What fragmentary rubbidge this world is
157.00A.083  Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;
157.00A.084  He honors it too much that thinkes it nought.
157.00A.085  Thinke then, my soule, that death is but a Groome,
157.00A.085M %1Contempla-/tion of our /state in /our death-/bed%2.
157.00A.086  Which brings a Taper to the outward roome,
157.00A.087  Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,
157.00A.088  And after brings it nearer to thy sight:
157.00A.089  For such approaches doth heaven make in death.
157.00A.090  Thinke thy selfe labouring now with broken breath,
157.00A.091  And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee
157.00A.092  Division, and thy happyest Harmonie.
157.00A.093  Thinke thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slacke;
157.00A.094  And thinke that, but unbinding of a packe,
157.00A.095  To take one precious thing, thy soule from thence.
157.00A.096  Thinke thy selfe patch'd with fevers violence,
157.00A.097  Anger thine ague more, by calling it
157.00A.098  Thy Physicke; chide the slacknesse of the fit.
157.00A.099  Thinke that thou hear'st thy knell and think no more,
157.00A.100  But that, as Bels cal'd thee to Church before,
157.00A.101  So this, to the Triumphant Church, calls thee.
157.00A.102  Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee,
157.00A.103  And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust;
157.00A.104  Give one thy Pride, to'another give thy Lust:
157.00A.105  Give them those sinnes which they gave thee before,
157.00A.106  And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score.
157.00A.107  Thinke thy friends weeping round, & thinke that they
157.00A.108  Weepe but because they goe not yet thy way. [CW:Thinke]
157.00A.109  Thinke that they close thine eyes, and thinke in this, [Ll4v]
157.00A.110  That they confesse much in the world, amisse,
157.00A.111  Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that,
157.00A.112  Which they from God, and Angels cover not.
157.00A.113  Thinke that they shroud thee up, & think from thence
157.00A.114  They reinvest thee in white innocence.
157.00A.115  Thinke that thy body rots, and (if so low,
157.00A.116  Thy soule exalted so, thy thoughts can goe,)
157.00A.117  Think thee a Prince, who of themselves create
157.00A.118  Wormes which insensibly devoure their State.
157.00A.119  Thinke that they bury thee, and thinke that right
157.00A.120  Laies thee to sleepe but a Saint Lucies night.
157.00A.121  Thinke these things cheerefully:  and if thou bee
157.00A.122  Drowsie or slacke, remember then that shee,
157.00A.123  Shee whose complexion was so even made,
157.00A.124  That which of her ingredients should invade
157.00A.125  The other three, no Feare, no Art could guesse:
157.00A.126  So far were all remov'd from more or lesse.
157.00A.127  But as in Mithridate, or just perfumes,
157.00A.128  Where all good things being met, no one presumes
157.00A.129  To governe, or to triumph on the rest,
157.00A.130  Only because all were, no part was best.
157.00A.131  And as, though all doe know, that quantities
157.00A.132  Are made of lines, and lines from Points arise,
157.00A.133  None can these lines or quantities unjoynt,
157.00A.134  And say this is a line, or this a point:
157.00A.135  So though the Elements and Humors were
157.00A.136  In her, one could not say, this governes there,
157.00A.137  Whose even constitution might have woon
157.00A.138  Any disease to venter on the Sunne, [CW:Rather]
157.00A.139  Rather then her: and make a spirit feare, [Mm1]
157.00A.140  That hee too disuniting subject were.
157.00A.141  To whose proportions if we would compare
157.00A.142  Cubes, th'are unstable; Circles, Angular;
157.00A.143  She who was such a chaine as Fate employes
157.00A.144  To bring mankinde all Fortunes it enjoyes;
157.00A.145  So fast, so even wrought, as one would thinke,
157.00A.146  No accident could threaten any linke;
157.00A.147  Shee, shee embrac'd a sicknesse, gave it meat,
157.00A.148  The purest blood, and breath, that e'r it eate;
157.00A.149  And hath taught us, that though a good man hath
157.00A.150  Title to heaven, and plead it by his Faith,
157.00A.151  And though he may pretend a conquest, since
157.00A.152  Heaven was content to suffer violence,
157.00A.153  Yea though hee plead a long possession too,
157.00A.154  (For they're in heaven on earth who heavens workes \(do)
157.00A.155  Though hee had right and power and place, before,
157.00A.156  Yet death must usher, and unlocke the doore.
157.00A.157  Thinke further on thy selfe, my Soule, and thinke
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157.00A.158  How thou at first wast made but in a sinke;
157.00A.159  Thinke that it argued some infirmitie,
157.00A.160  That those two soules, which then thou foundst in me,
157.00A.161  Thou fedst upon, and drewst into thee both
157.00A.162  My second soule of sense, and first of growth.
157.00A.163  Thinke but how poore thou wast, how obnoxious;
157.00A.164  Whom a small lumpe of flesh could poyson thus.
157.00A.165  This curded milke, this poore unlittered whelpe
157.00A.166  My body, could, beyond escape or helpe,
157.00A.167  Infect thee with Originall sinne, and thou
157.00A.168  Couldst neither then refuse, nor leave it now. [CW:Thinke]
157.00A.169  Thinke that no stubborne sullen Anchorit, [Mm1v]
157.00A.170  Which fixt to a pillar, or a grave, doth sit
157.00A.171  Bedded, and bath'd in all his ordures, dwels
157.00A.172  So fowly as our Soules in their first built Cels.
157.00A.173  Thinke in how poore a prison thou didst lie
157.00A.174  After, enabled but to suck, and crie.
157.00A.175  Thinke, when 'twas growne to most, 'twas a poore \(Inne,
157.00A.176  A Province pack'd up in two yards of skinne,
157.00A.177  And that usurp'd or threatned with a rage
157.00A.178  Of sicknesses, or their true mother, Age.
157.00A.179  But thinke that death hath now enfranchis'd thee,
157.00A.179M %1Her liberty /by death%2. [Keyed#to#line#180]
157.00A.180  Thou hast thy'expansion now, and libertie;
157.00A.181  Thinke that a rustie Peece discharg'd is flowne
157.00A.182  In peeces, and the bullet is his owne,
157.00A.183  And freely flies:  this to thy Soule allow,
157.00A.184  Thinke thy shell broke, thinke thy Soule hatch'd but \(now.
157.00A.185  And think this slow-pac'd soule which late did cleave
157.00A.186  To'a body, and went but by the bodies leave,
157.00A.187  Twenty perchance or thirty mile a day,
157.00A.188  Dispatches in a minute all the way
157.00A.189  Twixt heaven, and earth; she stayes not in the ayre,
157.00A.190  To looke what Meteors there themselves prepare;
157.00A.191  She carries no desire to know, nor sense,
157.00A.192  Whether th'ayres middle region be intense;
157.00A.193  For th'Element of fire, she doth not know,
157.00A.194  Whether she past by such a place or no;
157.00A.195  She baits not at the Moone, nor cares to trie
157.00A.196  Whether in that new world, men live, and die.
157.00A.197  %1Venus%2 retards her not, to'enquire, how shee
157.00A.198  Can, (being one starre) %1Hesper%2, and %1Vesper%2 bee; [CW:Hee]
157.00A.199  Hee that charm'd %1Argus%2 eyes, sweet %1Mercury2%, [Mm2]
157.00A.200  Workes not on her, who now is growne all eye;
157.00A.201  Who if she meet the body of the Sunne,
157.00A.202  Goes through, not staying till his course be runne;
157.00A.203  Who findes in %1Mars%2 his Campe no corps of Guard;
157.00A.204  Nor is by %1Iove%2, nor by his father bard;
157.00A.205  But ere she can consider how she went,
157.00A.206  At once is at, and through the Firmament.
157.00A.207  And as these starres were but so many beads
157.00A.208  Strung on one string, speed undistinguish'd leads
157.00A.209  Her through those Spheares, as through the beads, a /(string,
157.00A.210  Whose quick successio%M makes it still one thing:
157.00A.211  As doth the pith, which, lest our bodies slacke,
157.00A.212  Strings fast the little bones of necke, and backe;
157.00A.213  So by the Soule doth death string Heaven and Earth;
157.00A.214  For when our Soule enjoyes this her third birth,
157.00A.215  (Creation gave her one, a second, grace,)
157.00A.216  Heaven is as neare, and present to her face,
157.00A.217  As colours are, and objects, in a roome
157.00A.218  Where darknesse was before, when Tapers come.
157.00A.219  This must, my Soule, thy long-short Progresse bee,
157.00A.220  To'advance these thoughts; Remember then that she,
157.00A.221  She, whose faire body no such prison was,
157.00A.222  But that a Soule might well be pleas'd to passe
157.00A.223  An Age in her; she whose rich beauty lent
157.00A.224  Mintage to other beauties, for they went
157.00A.225  But for so much as they were like to her;
157.00A.226  Shee, in whose body (if we dare preferre
157.00A.227  This low world, to so high a marke as shee,)
157.00A.228  The Westerne treasure, Easterne spicerie, [CW:Europe][miscatch]
157.00A.229  Europe, and Afrique, and the unknowne rest [Mm2v]
157.00A.230  Were easily found, or what in them was best;
157.00A.231  And when w'have made this large discoverie
157.00A.232  Of all, in her some one part then will bee
157.00A.233  Twenty such parts, whose plenty and riches is
157.00A.234  Enough to make twenty such worlds as this;
157.00A.235  Shee, whom had they knowne who did first betroth
157.00A.236  The Tutelar Angels, and assigned one, both
157.00A.237  To Nations, Cities, and to Companies,
157.00A.238  To Functions, Offices, and dignities,
157.00A.239  And to each severall man, to him, and him,
157.00A.240  They would have given her one for every limbe;
157.00A.241  She, of whose soule, if wee may say, 'twas gold,
157.00A.242  Her body was th'Electrum, and did hold
157.00A.243  Many degrees of that; wee understood
157.00A.244  Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood
157.00A.245  Spoke in her cheekes, and so distinctly wrought,
157.00A.246  That one might almost say, her body thought;
157.00A.247  Shee, shee, thus richly and largely hous'd, is gone:   
157.00A.248  And chides us slow-pac'd snailes who crawle upon
157.00A.249  Our prisons prison, earth, nor thinke us well,
157.00A.250  Longer, then whil'st wee beare our brittle shell.
157.00A.251  But 'twere but litrle to have chang'd our roome,
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157.00A.252  If, as we were in this our living Tombe
157.00A.253  Oppress'd with ignorance, wee still were so.
157.00A.254  Poore soule, in this thy flesh what dost thou know?
157.00A.255  Thou know'st thy selfe so little, as thou know'st not,
157.00A.256  How thou didst die, nor how thou wast begot.
157.00A.257  Thou neither know'st, how thou at first cam'st in,
157.00A.258  Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne. [CW:Nor]
157.00A.259  Nor dost thou, (though thou know'st, that thou art so) [Mm3]
157.00A.260  By what way thou art made immortall, know.
157.00A.261  Thou art too narrow, wretch, to comprehend
157.00A.262  Even thy selfe: yea though thou wouldst but bend
157.00A.263  To know thy body.  Have not all soules thought
157.00A.264  For many ages, that our body'is wrought
157.00A.265  Of aire, and fire, and other Elements?
157.00A.266  And now they thinke of new ingredients.
157.00A.267  And one Soule thinkes one, and another way
157.00A.268  Another thinkes, and 'tis an even lay.
157.00A.269  Knowst thou but how the stone doth enter in
157.00A.270  The bladders cave, and never brake the skinne?
157.00A.271  Know'st thou how blood, which to the heart doth /(flow,
157.00A.272  Doth from one ventricle to th'other goe?
157.00A.273  And for the putrid stuffe, which thou dost spit,
157.00A.274  Know'st thou how thy lungs have attracted it?
157.00A.275  There are no passages, so that there is
157.00A.276  (For ought thou know'st) piercing of substances.
157.00A.277  And of those many opinions which men raise
157.00A.278  Of Nailes and Haires, dost thou know which to praise?
157.00A.279  What hope have wee to know our selves, when wee
157.00A.280  Know not the least things, which for our use be?
157.00A.281  Wee see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,
157.00A.282  A hundred controversies of an Ant;
157.00A.283  And yet one watches, starves, freeses, and sweats,
157.00A.284  To know but Catechismes and Alphabets
157.00A.285  Of unconcerning things, matters of fact;
157.00A.286  How others on our stage their parts did Act;
157.00A.287  What %1Cae%Lsar%2 did, yea, and what %1Cicero%2 said,
157.00A.288  Why grasse is greene, or why our blood is red, [CW:Are]
157.00A.289  Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto. [Mm3v]
157.00A.290  In this low forme, poore soule, what wilt thou doe?
157.00A.291  When wilt thou shake off this Pedantery,
157.00A.292  Of being taught by sense, and Fantasie?
157.00A.293  Thou look'st through spectacles; small things seeme /(great
157.00A.294  Below; But up unto the watch-towre get,
157.00A.295  And see all things despoyl'd of fallacies:
157.00A.296  Thou shalt not peepe through lattices of eyes,
157.00A.297  Nor heare through Labyrinths of eares, nor learne
157.00A.298  By circuit, or collections to discerne.
157.00A.299  In heaven thou straight know'st all, concerning it,
157.00A.300  And what concernes it not, shall straight forget.
157.00A.301  There thou (but in no other schoole) maist bee
157.00A.302  Perchance, as learned, and as full, as shee,
157.00A.303  Shee who all libraries had throughly read
157.00A.304  At home in her owne thoughts, and practised
157.00A.305  So much good as would make as many more:
157.00A.306  Shee whose example they must all implore,
157.00A.307  Who would or doe, or thinke well, and confesse
157.00A.308  That all the vertuous Actions they expresse,
157.00A.309  Are but a new, and worse edition
157.00A.310  Of her some one thought, or one action:
157.00A.311  She who in th'art of knowing Heaven, was growne
157.00A.312  Here upon earth, to such perfection,
157.00A.313  That she hath, ever since to Heaven she came,
157.00A.314  (In a far fairer point,) but read the same:
157.00A.315  Shee, shee not satisfied with all this waight,
157.00A.316  (For so much knowledge, as would over-fraight
157.00A.317  Another, did but ballast her) is gone
157.00A.318  As well t'enjoy, as get perfection. [CW:And]
157.00A.319  And cals us after her, in that shee tooke, [Mm4]
157.00A.320  (Taking her selfe) our best, and worthiest booke.
157.00A.321  Returne not, my Soule, from this extasie,
157.00A.321M %1Of our com-/pany in this /life, and in /the next%2. [Keyed#to#line#320]
157.00A.322  And meditation of what thou shalt bee,
157.00A.323  To earthly thoughts, till it to thee appeare,
157.00A.324  With whom thy conversation must be there,
157.00A.325  With whom wilt thou converse?  what station
157.00A.326  Canst thou chose out, free from infection,
157.00A.327  That will not give thee theirs, nor drinke in thine?
157.00A.328  Shalt thou not finde a spungie slacke Divine,
157.00A.329  Drinke and sucke in th'instructions of great men,
157.00A.330  And for the word of God, vent them agen?
157.00A.331  Are there not some Courts (and then, no things bee
157.00A.332  So like as Courts) which, in this let us see,
157.00A.333  That wits, and tongues of Libellers are weake,
157.00A.334  Because they do more ill, then these can speake?
157.00A.335  The poyson's gone through all, poysons affect
157.00A.336  Chiefly the chiefest parts, but some, effect
157.00A.337  In nailes, and haires, yea excrements, will show;
157.00A.338  So lyes the poyson of sinne in the most low.
157.00A.339  Up, up, my drowsie Soule, where thy new eare
157.00A.340  Shall in the Angels songs no discord heare;
157.00A.341  Where thou shalt see the blessed Mother-maid
157.00A.342  Joy in not being that, which men have said.
157.00A.343  Where she is exalted more for being good,
157.00A.344  Then for her interest of Mother-hood.
157.00A.345  Up to those Patriarchs, which did longer sit
157.00A.346  Expecting Christ, then they'have enjoy'd him yet.
157.00A.347  Up to those Prophets, which now gladly see
157.00A.348  Their Prophesies growne to be Historie. [CW:Up]
157.00A.349  Up to th'Apostles, who did bravely runne [Mm4v]
157.00A.350  All the Suns course, with more light then the Sunne.
157.00A.351  Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly bleed
157.00A.352  Oyle to th'Apostles Lamps, dew to their seed.
157.00A.353  Up to those Virgins, who thought, that almost
157.00A.354  They made joyntenants with the Holy Ghost,
157.00A.355  If they to any should his Temple give.
157.00A.356  Up, up, for in that squadron there doth live
157.00A.357  She, who hath carried thither new degrees
157.00A.358  (As to their number) to their dignities.
157.00A.359  Shee, who being to her selfe a State, injoy'd
157.00A.360  All royalties which any State employ'd;
157.00A.361  For shee made warres, and triumph'd; reason still
157.00A.362  Did not o'rthrow, but rectifie her will:
157.00A.363  And she made peace, for no peace is like this,
157.00A.364  That beauty, and chastity together kisse:
157.00A.365  She did high justice, for she crucified
157.00A.366  Every first motion of rebellious pride:
157.00A.367  And she gave pardons, and was liberall,
157.00A.368  For, onely her selfe except, she pardon'd all:
157.00A.369  Shee coy'nd, in this, that her impression gave
157.00A.370  To all our actions all the worth they have:
157.00A.371  She gave protections; the thoughts of her brest
157.00A.372  Satans rude Officers could ne'r arrest.
157.00A.373  As these prerogatives being met in one,
157.00A.374  Made her a soveraigne State; religion
157.00A.375  Made her a Church; and these two made her all.
157.00A.376  She who was all this All, and could not fall
157.00A.377  To worse, by company, (for she was still
157.00A.378  More Antidote, then all the world was ill, [CW:Shee,]
157.00A.379  Shee, shee doth leave it, and by Death, survive [Nn1]
157.00A.380  All this, in Heaven; whether who doth not strive
157.00A.381  The more, because shees there, he doth not know
157.00A.382  That accidentall joyes in Heaven doe grow.
157.00A.383  But pause, my soule; And study ere thou fall
157.00A.384  On accidentall joyes, th'essentiall.
157.00A.384M %1Of essentiall /joy in this /life and in /the next%2. [Keyed#btwn#ll.384-85(CtY,L,M,MH,MiU)btwn383-84(DFo)]
157.00A.385  Still before Accessories doe abide
157.00A.386  A triall, must the principall be tride.
157.00A.387  And what essentiall joy can'st thou expect
157.00A.388  Here upon earth?  what permanent effect
157.00A.389  Of transitory causes?  Dost thou love
157.00A.390  Beauty?  (And beauty worthy'st is to move)
157.00A.391  Poore cousened cousenor, %1that%2 she, and %1that%2 thou,
157.00A.392  Which did begin to love, are neither now;
157.00A.393  You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday;
157.00A.394  Next day repaires, (but ill) last dayes decay.
157.00A.395  Nor are, (although the river keepe the name)
157.00A.396  Yesterdaies waters, and to daies the same.
157.00A.397  So flowes her face, and thine eyes; neither now
157.00A.398  That Saint nor Pilgrime, which your loving vow
157.00A.399  Concern'd, remaines; but whil'st you thinke you bee
157.00A.400  Constant, you'are hourely in inconstancie.
157.00A.401  Honour may have pretence unto our love,
157.00A.402  Because %1that%2 God did live so long above
157.00A.403  Without this Honour, and then lov'd it so,
157.00A.404  That he at last made creatures to bestow
157.00A.405  Honour on him; not that he needed it,
157.00A.406  But that, to his hands, man might grow more fit.
157.00A.407  But since all Honours from inferiours flow,
157.00A.408  (For they doe give it; Princes doe but shew
157.00A.409  Whom they would have so honor'd) and that this
157.00A.410  On such opinions, and capacities
157.00A.411  Is built, as rise and fall, to more and lesse: [CW:Alas,(DFo]
157.00A.412  Alas, 'tis but a casuall happinesse. [Nn1v(DFo)]
157.00A.413  Hath ever any man to'himselfe assign'd(CtY,L,M,MH,MiU)assignde(DFo) [CW:This(CtY,L,M,MH,MiU)]
157.00A.414  This or that happinesse to'arrest his minde, [Nn1v(CtY,L,M,MH,MiU)]
157.00A.415  But that another man which takes a worse,
157.00A.416  Thinks him a foole for having tane that course?
157.00A.417  They who did labour Babels tower to'erect,
157.00A.418  Might have considered, that for that effect,
157.00A.419  All this whole solid Earth could not allow
157.00A.420  Nor furnish forth materialls enough; 
157.00A.421  And that his Center, to raise such a place
157.00A.422  Was farre too little, to have beene the Base;
157.00A.423  No more affords this world, foundation
157.00A.424  To erect true joy, were all the meanes in one.
157.00A.425  But as the Heathen made them severall gods,
157.00A.426  Of all Gods benefits, and all his rods,
157.00A.427  (For as the Wine, and Corne, and Onions are
157.00A.428  Gods unto them, so Agues bee, and warre)
157.00A.429  And as by changing that whole precious Gold
157.00A.430  To such small Copper coynes, they lost the old,
157.00A.431  And lost their only God, who ever must
157.00A.432  Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust:
157.00A.433  So much, mankinde true happinesse mistakes;
157.00A.434  No Joy enjoyes that man, that many makes.
157.00A.435  Then, Soule, to thy first pitch worke up againe;
157.00A.436  Know that all lines which circles doe containe,
157.00A.437  For once that they the Center touch, doe touch
157.00A.438  Twice the circumference; and be thou such;
157.00A.439  Double on heaven thy thoughts on earth emploid;
157.00A.440  All will not serve; Only who have enjoy'd
157.00A.441  The sight of God, in fulnesse, can thinke it;
157.00A.442  For it is both the object, and the wit.
157.00A.443  This is essentiall joy, where neither hee
157.00A.444  Can suffer diminution, nor wee; [CW:'Tis]
157.00A.445  'Tis such a full, and such a filling good; [Nn2]
157.00A.446  Had th'Angels once look'd on him, they had stood.
157.00A.447  To fill the place of one of them, or more,
157.00A.448  Shee whom wee celebrate, is gone before.
157.00A.449  She, who had here so much essentiall joy,
157.00A.450  As no chance could distract, much lesse destroy;
157.00A.451  Who with Gods presence was acquainted so,
157.00A.452  (Hearing, and speaking to him) as to know
157.00A.453  His face in any naturall Stone, or Tree,
157.00A.454  Better then when in Images they bee:
157.00A.455  Who kept by diligent devotion,
157.00A.456  Gods Image, in such reparation,
157.00A.457  Within her heart, that what decay was growne,
157.00A.458  Was her first Parents fault, and not her owne:
157.00A.459  Who being solicited to any act,
157.00A.460  Still heard God pleading his safe precontract;
157.00A.461  Who by a faithfull confidence, was here
157.00A.462  Betroth'd to God, and now is married there;
157.00A.463  Whose twilights were more cleare, then our mid-day;
157.00A.464  Who dreamt devoutlier, then most use to pray;
157.00A.465  Who being here fil'd with grace, yet strove to bee,
157.00A.466  Both where more grace, and more capacitie
157.00A.467  At once is given:  she to Heaven is gone,
157.00A.468  Who made this world in some proportion
157.00A.469  A heaven, and here, became unto us all,
157.00A.470  Joy, (as our joyes admit) essentiall.
157.00A.471  But could this low world joyes essentiall touch,
157.00A.471M %1Of acciden-/tall joyes in /both places%2.
157.00A.472  Heavens accidentall joyes would passe them much.
157.00A.473  How poore and lame, must then our casuall bee?
157.00A.474  If thy Prince will his subjects to call thee
157.00A.475  %1My Lord%2, and this doe swell thee, thou art than, [CW:By]
157.00A.476  By being greater, growne to bee lesse Man. [Nn2v]
157.00A.477  When no Physitian of redresse can speake,
157.00A.478  A joyfull casuall violence may breake
157.00A.479  A dangerous Apostem in thy breast;
157.00A.480  And whil'st thou joyest in this, the dangerous rest,
157.00A.481  The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee.
157.00A.482  What e'r was casuall, may ever bee.
157.00A.483  What should the nature change?  Or make the same
157.00A.484  Certaine, which was but casuall, when it came?
157.00A.485  All casuall joy doth loud and plainly say,
157.00A.486  Only by comming, that it can away.
157.00A.487  Only in Heaven joyes strength is never spent;
157.00A.488  And accidentall things are permanent.
157.00A.489  Joy of a soules arrivall ne'r decaies;
157.00A.490  For that soule ever joyes, and ever staies.
157.00A.491  Joy that their last great Consummation
157.00A.492  Approaches in the resurrection;
157.00A.493  When earthly bodies more celestiall
157.00A.494  Shall be, then Angels were, for they could fall;
157.00A.495  This kinde of joy doth every day admit
157.00A.496  Degrees of growth, but none of losing it.
157.00A.497  In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part, that shee,
157.00A.498  Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,
157.00A.499  Doth injure her; ('Tis losse to be cal'd best,
157.00A.500  There where the stuffe is not such as the rest)
157.00A.501  Shee, who left such a bodie, as even shee
157.00A.502  Only in Heaven could learne, how it can bee
157.00A.503  Made better; for shee rather was two soules,
157.00A.504  Or like to full on both sides written Rols,
157.00A.505  Where eyes might reade upon the outward skin,
157.00A.506  As strong Records for God, as mindes within, [CW:She,][miscatch]
157.00A.507  Shee, who by making full perfection grow, [Nn3]
157.00A.508  Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,
157.00A.509  Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone,
157.00A.510  Where shee receives, and gives addition.
157.00A.511  Here in a place, where mis-devotion frames
157.00A.511M %1Conclusion%2.
157.00A.512  A thousand Prayers to Saints, whose very names
157.00A.513  The ancie%Mt Church knew not, Heaven knows not yet:
157.00A.514  And where, what lawes of Poetry admit,
157.00A.515  Lawes of Religion have at least the same,
157.00A.516  Immortall Maide, I might invoke thy name.
157.00A.517  Could any Saint provoke that appetite,
157.00A.518  Thou here should'st make me a french convertite.
157.00A.519  But thou would'st not; nor would'st thou be content,
157.00A.520  To take this, for my second yeares true Rent.
157.00A.521  Did this Coine beare any other stampe, then his,
157.00A.522  That gave thee power to doe, me, to say this.
157.00A.523  Since his will is, that to posteritie,
157.00A.524  Thou should'st for life, and death, a patterne bee,
157.00A.525  And that the world should notice have of this,
157.00A.526  The purpose, and th'authoritie is his;
157.00A.527  Thou art the Proclamation; and I am
157.00A.528  The Trumpet, at whose voyce the people came.
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