IDENTILIN$$ F14100A|HuntMan|1633|pp. 90-93\JH\fs(M)\4-26-91\P:EWS\o(OJ;MH[STC7045(A)])\5-23-00;7-31-02\C:JMK\3-20-01;JSC\4-30-01;8-22-02\P:DAS\cd(DFo)\2-24-02\C:JSC\4-25-03\p:AWJ\cd(TxAM1)\2-18-05\c:JAH\2-23-05\F:JSC\2-8-06 141.00A.0HE %X%1To the Countesse of Huntingdon%2. 141.00A.001 M%9adame%0,/ M%+An to Gods image, %1Eve%2, to mans was made, 141.00A.002 Nor finde wee that God breath'd a soule in her, 141.00A.003 Canons will not Church functions you invade, 141.00A.004 Nor lawes to civill office you preferre. 141.00A.005 Who vagrant transitory Comets sees, 141.00A.006 Wonders, because they'are rare; But a new starre 141.00A.007 Whose motion with the firmament agrees, 141.00A.008 Is miracle; for, there no new things are; 141.00A.009 In woman so perchance milde innocence 141.00A.010 A seldome comet is, but active good [CW:A] 141.00A.011 A miracle, which reason scapes, and sense; [p.91] 141.00A.012 For, Art and Nature this in them withstood. 141.00A.013 As such a starre, which %1Magi%2 led to view 141.00A.014 The manger-cradled infant, God below. 141.00A.015 By vertues beames by fame deriv'd from you, 141.00A.016 May apt soules, and the worst may vertue know. 141.00A.017 If the worlds age, and death be argued well 141.00A.018 By the Sunnes fall, which now towards earth doth %\(bend, 141.00A.019 Then we might feare that vertue, since she fell 141.00A.020 So low as woman, should be neare her end. 141.00A.021 But she's not stoop'd, but rais'd; exil'd by men 141.00A.022 She fled to heaven, that's heavenly things, that's %/(you, 141.00A.023 She was in all men, thinly scatter'd then, 141.00A.024 But now amass'd, contracted in a few. 141.00A.025 She guilded us: But you are gold, and Shee, 141.00A.026 Us she inform'd, but transubstantiates you, 141.00A.027 Soft dispositions which ductile bee, 141.00A.028 Elixarlike, she makes not cleane, but new. 141.00A.029 Though you a wifes and mothers name retaine, 141.00A.030 'Tis not as woman, for all are not soe, 141.00A.031 But vertue having made you vertue,'is faine 141.00A.032 T'adhere in these names, her and you to show, 141.00A.033 Else, being alike pure, wee should neither see, 141.00A.034 As, water being into ayre rarify'd, [CW:Neither] 141.00A.035 Neither appeare, till in one cloud they bee, [p.92] 141.00A.036 So, for our sakes you do low names abide; 141.00A.037 Taught by great constellations, which being fram'd, 141.00A.038 Of the most starres, take low names, %1Crab%2, and %1Bull%2, 141.00A.039 When single planets by the %1Gods%2 are nam'd, 141.00A.040 You covet not great names, of great things full. 141.00A.041 So you, as woman, one doth comprehend, 141.00A.042 And in the vaile of kindred others see; 141.00A.043 To some ye are reveal'd, as in a friend, 141.00A.044 And as a vertuous Prince farre off, to mee. 141.00A.045 To whom, because from you all vertues flow, 141.00A.046 And 'tis not none, to dare contemplate you, 141.00A.047 I, which to you as your true subject owe 141.00A.048 Some tribute for that, so these lines are due, 141.00A.049 If you can thinke these flatteries, they are, 141.00A.050 For then your judgement is below my praise, 141.00A.051 If they were so, oft, flatteries worke as farre, 141.00A.052 As Counsels, and as farre th'endeavour raise. 141.00A.053 So my ill reaching you might there grow good, 141.00A.054 But I remaine a poyson'd fountaine still; 141.00A.055 But not your beauty, vertue, knowledge, blood 141.00A.056 Are more above all flattery, then my will. 141.00A.057 And if I flatter any, 'tis not you 141.00A.058 But my owne judgement, who did long agoe [CW:Pronounce,] 141.00A.059 Pronounce, that all these praises should be true, [p.93] 141.00A.060 And vertue should your beauty,'and birth outgrow. 141.00A.061 Now that my prophesies are all fulfill'd, 141.00A.062 Rather then God should not be honour'd too, 141.00A.063 And all these gifts confess'd, which hee instill'd, 141.00A.064 Your selfe were bound to say thar[sic] which I doe. 141.00A.065 So I, but your Recorder am in this, 141.00A.066 Or mouth, or Speaker of the universe, 141.00A.067 A ministeriall notary, for 'tis 141.00A.068 Not I, but you and fame, that make this verse; 141.00A.069 I was your Prophet in your yonger dayes, 141.00A.070 And now your Chaplaine, God in you to praise. 141.00A.0SS [om] 141.00A.0$$ Seventeen 4-line sts + a couplet; even no'd ll. except l.70 ind 2 sps--l.70 (the last) not ind