IDENTILIN$$  F155LCA|FirAn|1611|sigs. A5-B6 (C,CSmH); LCA means siglum a
155.LCA.HE1  %1AN%2 /ANATOMY OF /THE W%9ORLD%0.
155.LCA.HE2  [om]
155.LCA.001  W%+He%M that rich soule w%5%2ch%1%6 to her Heauen is gone,
155.LCA.001M[om]
155.LCA.002  Whom all they celebrate, who know they haue /(one,
155.LCA.003  (For who is sure he hath a soule, vnlesse
155.LCA.004  It see, and Iudge, and follow worthinesse,
155.LCA.005  And by Deedes praise it?  He who doth not this,
155.LCA.006  May lodge an In-mate soule, but tis not his.)
155.LCA.007  When that Queene ended here her progresse time,
155.LCA.008  And, as t'her standing house, to heauen did clymbe,
155.LCA.009  Where, loth to make the Saints attend her long,
155.LCA.010  Shee's now a part both of the Quire, and Song,
155.LCA.011  This world, in that great earth-quake languished;
155.LCA.012  For in a common Bath of teares it bled,
155.LCA.013  Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out:
155.LCA.014  But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt,
155.LCA.015  Whether the world did loose or gaine in this, [CW:(Because]
155.LCA.016  (Because since now no other way there is [A5v]
155.LCA.017  But goodnes, to see her, whom all would see,
155.LCA.018  All must endeuour to be good as shee,)
155.LCA.019  This great consumption to a feuer turn'd,
155.LCA.020  And so the world had fits; it ioy'd, it mournd.
155.LCA.021  And, as men thinke, that Agues physicke are,
155.LCA.022  And th'Ague being spent, giue ouer care, 
155.LCA.023  So thou, sicke world, mistak'st thy selfe to bee
155.LCA.024  Well, when alas, thou'rt in a Letargee.
155.LCA.025  Her death did wound, and tame thee than, and than
155.LCA.026  Thou mightst haue better spar'd the Sunne, or Man;
155.LCA.027  That wound was deepe, but 'tis more misery,
155.LCA.028  That thou hast lost thy sense and memory.
155.LCA.029  T'was heauy then to heare thy voyce of mone,
155.LCA.030  But this is worse, that thou art speechlesse growne.
155.LCA.031  Thou hast forgot thy name, thou hadst; thou wast 
155.LCA.032  Nothing but she, and her thou hast o'repast. 
155.LCA.033  For as a child kept from the Font, vntill
155.LCA.034  A Prince, expected long, come to fulfill
155.LCA.035  The Ceremonies, thou vnnam'd hadst laid,
155.LCA.036  Had not her comming, thee her Palace made: 
155.LCA.037  Her name defin'd thee, gaue thee forme and frame,
155.LCA.038  And thou forgetst to celebrate thy name. 
155.LCA.039  Some moneths she hath beene dead (but being dead,
155.LCA.040  Measures of times are all determined)
155.LCA.041  But long shee'ath beene away, long, long, yet none [CW:Offers]
155.LCA.042  Offers to tell vs who it is that's gone. [A6]
155.LCA.043  But as in states doubtfull of future heyres,
155.LCA.044  When sickenes without remedy, empayres
155.LCA.045  The present Prince, they're loth it should be said, 
155.LCA.046  The Prince doth languish, or the Prince is dead:
155.LCA.047  So mankind feeling now a generall thaw,
155.LCA.048  A strong example gone equall to law,
155.LCA.049  The Cyment which did faithfully compact
155.LCA.050  And glue all vertues, now resolu'd, and slack'd,
155.LCA.051  Thought it some blasphemy to say sh'was dead;
155.LCA.052  Or that our weakenes was discouered
155.LCA.053  In that confession; therefore spoke no more
155.LCA.054  Then tongues, the soule being gone, the losse deplore.
155.LCA.055  But though it be too late to succour thee,
155.LCA.056  Sicke world, yea dead, yea putrified, since shee
155.LCA.057  Thy'ntrinsique Balme, and thy preseruatiue,
155.LCA.058  Can neuer be renew'd, thou neuer liue,
155.LCA.059  I (since no man can make thee liue) will trie,
155.LCA.060  What we may gaine by thy Anatomy.
155.LCA.061  Her death hath taught vs dearely, that thou art
155.LCA.062  Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part.
155.LCA.063  Let no man say, the world it selfe being dead,
155.LCA.064  'Tis labour lost to haue discouered
155.LCA.065  The worlds infirmities, since there is none
155.LCA.066  Aliue to study this dissectione;
155.LCA.067  For there's a kind of world remaining still, [CW:Though]
155.LCA.067M[om]
155.LCA.068  Though shee which did inanimate and fill [A6v]
155.LCA.069  The world, be gone, yet in this last long night,
155.LCA.070  Her Ghost doth walke; that is, a glimmering light,
155.LCA.071  A faint weake loue of vertue and of good 
155.LCA.072  Reflects from her, on them which vnderstood
155.LCA.073  Her worth; And though she haue shut in all day, 
155.LCA.074  The twi-light of her memory doth stay;     
155.LCA.075  Which, from the carcasse of the old world, free,
155.LCA.076  Creates a new world; and new creatures be
155.LCA.077  Produc'd:  The matter and the stuffe of this,
155.LCA.078  Her vertue, and the forme our practise is.
155.LCA.079  And though to be thus Elemented, arme
155.LCA.080  These Creatures, from hom-borne intrinsique harme,
155.LCA.081  (For all assum'd vnto this Dignitee,
155.LCA.082  So many weedlesse Paradises bee,
155.LCA.083  Which of themselues produce no venemous sinne,
155.LCA.084  Except some forraine Serpent bring it in) 
155.LCA.085  Yet, because outward stormes the strongest breake,
155.LCA.086  And strength it selfe by confidence growes weake,
155.LCA.087  This new world may be safer, being told  
155.LCA.088  The dangers and diseases of the old:
155.LCA.088M[om]
155.LCA.089  For with due temper men do then forgoe,  
155.LCA.090  Or couet things, when they their true worth know.
155.LCA.091  There is no health; Physitians say that we
155.LCA.091M[om]  
155.LCA.092  At best, enioy, but a neutralitee.
155.LCA.093  And can there be worse sickenesse, then to know [CW:That]
155.LCA.094  That we are neuer well, nor can be so? [A7]
155.LCA.095  We are borne ruinous:  poore mothers crie,
155.LCA.096  That children come not right, nor orderly,
155.LCA.097  Except they headlong come, and fall vpon
155.LCA.098  An ominous precipitation.
155.LCA.099  How witty's ruine?  how importunate  
155.LCA.100  Vpon mankinde?  It labour'd to frustrate
155.LCA.101  Euen Gods purpose; and made woman, sent
155.LCA.102  For mans reliefe, cause of his languishment.
155.LCA.103  They were to good ends, and they are so still,
155.LCA.104  But accessory, and principall in ill.
155.LCA.105  For that first mariage was our funerall:
155.LCA.106  One woman at one blow, then kill'd vs all,
155.LCA.107  And singly, one by one, they kill vs now.
155.LCA.108  We doe delightfully our selues allow
155.LCA.109  To that consumption; and profusely blinde,
155.LCA.110  We kill our selues, to propagate our kinde.
155.LCA.111  And yet we doe not that; we are not men: 
155.LCA.112  There is not now that mankinde, which was then
155.LCA.113  When as the Sunne, and man, did seeme to striue, 
155.LCA.114  (Ioynt tenants of the world) who should suruiue. 
155.LCA.114M[om]
155.LCA.115  When Stag, and Rauen, and the long-liu'd tree,
155.LCA.116  Compar'd with man, dy'de in minoritee.
155.LCA.117  When, if a slow-pac'd starre had stolne away
155.LCA.118  From the obseruers marking, he might stay
155.LCA.119  Two or three hundred yeares to see't againe, [CW:And]
155.LCA.120  And then make vp his obseruation plaine; [A7v]
155.LCA.121  When, as the age was long, the sise was great:
155.LCA.122  Mans grouth confess'd, and recompenc'd the meat:
155.LCA.123  So spacious and large, that euery soule
155.LCA.124  Did a faire Kingdome, and large Realme controule:
155.LCA.125  And when the very stature thus erect,
155.LCA.126  Did that soule a good way towards Heauen direct.
155.LCA.127  Where is this mankind now?  who liues to age,
155.LCA.128  Fit to be made %1Methusalem%2 his page?
155.LCA.129  Alas, we scarse liue long enough to trie;
155.LCA.130  Whether a new made clocke runne right, or lie. 
155.LCA.131  Old Grandsires talke of yesterday with sorrow,
155.LCA.132  And for our children we reserue to morrow.
155.LCA.133  So short is life, that euery peasant striues,
155.LCA.134  In a torne house, or field, to haue three liues.
155.LCA.135  And as in lasting, so in length is man
155.LCA.136  Contracted to an inch, who was a span.
155.LCA.136M[om]
155.LCA.137  For had a man at first, in Forrests stray'd,
155.LCA.138  Or shipwrack'd in the Sea, one would haue laid
155.LCA.139  A wager that an Elephant, or Whale
155.LCA.140  That met him, would not hastily assaile
155.LCA.141  A thing so equall to him:  now alas,
155.LCA.142  The Fayries, and the Pigmies well may passe
155.LCA.143  As credible; mankind decayes so soone,
155.LCA.144  We're scarse our Fathers shadowes cast at noone.
155.LCA.145  Onely death addes t'our length:  nor are we growne [CW:In]
155.LCA.146  In stature to be men, till we are none. [A8]
155.LCA.147  But this were light, did our lesse volume hold
155.LCA.148  All the old Text; or had we chang'd to gold
155.LCA.149  Their siluer; or dispos'd into lesse glas,
155.LCA.150  Spirits of vertue, which then scattred was.
155.LCA.151  But 'tis not so:  w'are not retir'd, but dampt; 
155.LCA.152  And as our bodies, so our mindes are cramp't:
155.LCA.153  'Tis shrinking, not close-weaning, that hath thus,
155.LCA.154  In minde and body both bedwarfed vs.
155.LCA.155  We seeme ambitious, Gods whole worke t'vndoe;
155.LCA.156  Of nothing he made vs, and we striue too,
155.LCA.157  To bring our selues to nothing backe; and we
155.LCA.158  Do what we can, to do't so soone as hee.
155.LCA.159  With new diseases on our selues we warre,
155.LCA.160  And with new phisicke, a worse Engin farre.
155.LCA.161  Thus man, this worlds Vice-Emperor, in whom
155.LCA.162  All faculties, all graces are at home;
155.LCA.163  And if in other Creatures they appeare,
155.LCA.164  They're but mans ministers, and Legats there,
155.LCA.165  To worke on their rebellions, and reduce
155.LCA.166  Them to Ciuility, and to mans vse.
155.LCA.167  This man, whom God did wooe, and loth t'attend
155.LCA.168  Till man came vp, did downe to man descend,
155.LCA.169  This man, so great, that all that is, is his,
155.LCA.170  Oh what a trifle, and poore thing he is!
155.LCA.171  If man were any thing, he's nothing now: [CW:Helpe,]
155.LCA.172  Helpe, or at least some time to wast, allow [A8v]
155.LCA.173  T'his other wants, yet when he did depart
155.LCA.174  With her.(C)%~,(CSmH) whom we lament, he lost his hart,
155.LCA.175  She, of whom th'Auncients seem'd to prophesie,
155.LCA.176  When they call'd vertues by the name of shee,
155.LCA.177  She in whom vertue was so much refin'd,
155.LCA.178  That for Allay vnto so pure a minde
155.LCA.179  Shee tooke the weaker Sex, she that could driue
155.LCA.180  The poysonous tincture, and the stayne of %1Eue%2,
155.LCA.181  Out of her thoughts, and deeds; and purifie
155.LCA.182  All, by a true religious Alchimy;
155.LCA.183  Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead:  when thou knowest this, 
155.LCA.184  Thou knowest how poore a trifling thing man is.
155.LCA.185  And learn'st thus much by our Anatomee,          
155.LCA.186  The heart being perish'd, no part can be free.
155.LCA.187  And that except thou feed (not banquet) on
155.LCA.188  The supernaturall food, Religion,
155.LCA.189  Thy better Grouth growes withered, and scant;
155.LCA.190  Be more then man, or thou'rt lesse then an Ant.   
155.LCA.191  Then, as mankinde, so is the worlds whole frame
155.LCA.192  Quite out of ioynt, almost created lame:
155.LCA.193  For, before God had made vp all the rest,
155.LCA.194  Corruption entred, and deprau'd the best:
155.LCA.195  It seis'd the Angels.(C)~:(CSmH) and then first of all
155.LCA.196  The world did in her Cradle take a fall,
155.LCA.197  And turn'd her braines, and tooke a generall maime [CW:Wrong-]
155.LCA.198  Wronging each ioynt of th'vniuersall frame. [B1]
155.LCA.199  The noblest part, man, felt it first; and than
155.LCA.200  Both beasts and plants, curst in the curse of man.
155.LCA.201  So did the world from the first houre decay,
155.LCA.201M[om]
155.LCA.202  That euening was beginning of the day,
155.LCA.203  And now the Springs and Sommers which we see,
155.LCA.204  Like sonnes of women after fifty bee.
155.LCA.205  And new Philosophy cals all in doubt,
155.LCA.206  The Element of fire is quite put out;
155.LCA.207  The Sunne is lost, and th'earth, and no mans wit
155.LCA.208  Can well direct him, where to looke for it.
155.LCA.209  And freely men confesse, that this world's spent,
155.LCA.210  When in the Planets, and the Firmament  
155.LCA.211  They seeke so many new; they see that this
155.LCA.212  Is crumbled out againe to his Atomis.
155.LCA.213  'Tis all in pieces, all cohae%Lrence gone;
155.LCA.214  All iust supply, and all Relation:
155.LCA.215  Prince, Subiect, Father, Sonne, are things forgot, 
155.LCA.216  For euery man alone thinkes he hath got
155.LCA.217  To be a Phoe%Lnix, and that then can bee
155.LCA.218  None of that kinde, of which he is, but hee.
155.LCA.219  This is the worlds condition now, and now
155.LCA.220  She that should all parts to reunion bow,
155.LCA.221  She that had all Magnetique force alone,
155.LCA.222  To draw, and fasten sundred parts in one;
155.LCA.223  She whom wise nature had inuented then [CW:When]
155.LCA.224  When she obseru'd that euery sort of men [B1v]
155.LCA.225  Did in their voyage in this worlds Sea stray,    
155.LCA.226  And needed a new compasse for their way;
155.LCA.227  Shee that was best, and first originall
155.LCA.228  Of all faire copies; and the generall
155.LCA.229  Steward to Fate; shee whose rich eyes, and brest,
155.LCA.230  Guilt the West Indies, and perfum'd the East;
155.LCA.231  Whose hauing breath'd in this world, did bestow
155.LCA.232  Spice on those Isles, and bad them still smell so,
155.LCA.233  And that rich Indie which doth gold interre, 
155.LCA.234  Is but as single money, coyn'd from her:
155.LCA.235  She to whom this world must it selfe refer,
155.LCA.236  As Suburbs, or the Microcosme of her,
155.LCA.237  Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead:  when thou knowst this^(C)~,(CSmH)
155.LCA.238  Thou knowst how lame a cripple this world is.
155.LCA.239  And learnst thus much by our Anatomy,
155.LCA.240  That this worlds generall sickenesse doth not lie
155.LCA.241  In any humour, or one certaine part;
155.LCA.242  But, as thou sawest it rotten at the hart,
155.LCA.243  Thou seest a Hectique feuer hath got hold
155.LCA.244  Of the whole substance, not to be contrould. 
155.LCA.245  And that thou hast but one way, not t'admit
155.LCA.246  The worlds infection, to be none of it.
155.LCA.247  For the worlds subtilst immateriall parts
155.LCA.248  Feele this consuming wound, and ages darts.
155.LCA.249  For the worlds beauty is decayd, or gone, [CW:Beauty,]
155.LCA.250  Beauty, that's colour, and proportion. [B2]
155.LCA.250M[om]
155.LCA.251  We thinke the heauens enioy their Sphericall
155.LCA.252  Their round proportion embracing all.
155.LCA.253  But yet their various and perplexed course,
155.LCA.254  Obseru'd in diuers ages doth enforce
155.LCA.255  Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts,
155.LCA.256  Such diuers downe-right lines, such ouerthwarts,
155.LCA.257  As disproportion that pure forme.  It teares
155.LCA.258  The Firmament in eight and fortie sheeres,
155.LCA.259  And in those constellations then arise
155.LCA.260  New starres, and old do vanish from our eyes:
155.LCA.261  As though heau'n suffred earth-quakes, peace or war,
155.LCA.262  When new Towres rise, and olde demolish'd are.
155.LCA.263  They haue empayld within a Zodiake
155.LCA.264  The free-borne Sunne, and keepe twelue signes awake
155.LCA.265  To watch his steps; the Goat and Crabbe controule,
155.LCA.266  And fright him backe, who els to eyther Pole,
155.LCA.267  (Did not these Tropiques fetter him) might runne:
155.LCA.268  For his course is not round; nor can the Sunne
155.LCA.269  Perfit a Circle, or maintaine his way
155.LCA.270  One inche direct; but where he rose to day
155.LCA.271  He comes no more, but with a cousening line,
155.LCA.272  Steales by that point, and so is Serpentine:
155.LCA.273  And seeming weary with his reeling thus,
155.LCA.274  He meanes to sleepe, being now falne nearer vs.
155.LCA.275  So, of the stares which boast that they do runne [CW:In]
155.LCA.276  In Circle still, none ends where he begunne. [B2v]
155.LCA.277  All their proportion's lame, it sinks, it swels.
155.LCA.278  For of Meridians, and Parallels,
155.LCA.279  Man hath weau'd out a net, and this net throwne 
155.LCA.280  Vpon the Heauens, and now they are his owne.
155.LCA.281  Loth to goe vp the hill, or labor thus
155.LCA.282  To goe to heauen, we make heauen come to vs.
155.LCA.283  We spur, we raine the stars, and in their race
155.LCA.284  They're diuersly content t'obey our pace.
155.LCA.285  But keepes the earth her round proportion still?
155.LCA.286  Doth not a Tenarif, or higher Hill
155.LCA.287  Rise so high like a Rocke, that one might thinke
155.LCA.288  The floating Moone would shipwracke there, and sink?
155.LCA.289  Seas are so deepe, that Whales being strooke to day,
155.LCA.290  Perchance to morrow, scarse at middle way
155.LCA.291  Of their wish'd iourneys end, the bottom, dye.
155.LCA.292  And men, to sound depths, so much line vntie,
155.LCA.293  As one might iustly thinke, that there would rise
155.LCA.294  At end thereof, one of th'Antipodies:
155.LCA.295  If vnder all, a Vault infernall be,
155.LCA.296  (Which sure is spacious, except that we
155.LCA.297  Inuent another torment, that there must
155.LCA.298  Millions into a strait hote roome be thrust)
155.LCA.299  Then solidnes, and roundnes haue no place.
155.LCA.300  Are these but warts, and pock-holes in the face
155.LCA.301  Of th'earth?  Thinke so:  But yet confesse, in this [CW:The]
155.LCA.302  The worlds proportion disfigured is, [B3]
155.LCA.303  That those two legges whereon it doth relie,
155.LCA.303M[om]
155.LCA.304  Reward and punishment are bent awrie. 
155.LCA.305  And, Oh, it can no more be questioned,
155.LCA.306  That beauties best, proportion, is dead,
155.LCA.307  Since euen griefe it selfe, which now alone
155.LCA.308  Is left vs, is without proportion.
155.LCA.309  Shee by whose lines proportion should bee 
155.LCA.310  Examin'd, measure of all Symmetree,
155.LCA.311  Whom had that Ancient seen, who thought soules made
155.LCA.312  Of Harmony, he would at next haue said
155.LCA.313  That Harmony was shee, and thence infer,
155.LCA.314  That soules were but Resultances from her,
155.LCA.315  And did from her into our bodies go,
155.LCA.316  As to our eyes, the formes from obiects flow:
155.LCA.317  Shee, who if those great Doctors truely said
155.LCA.318  That th'Arke to mans proportions was made,
155.LCA.319  Had beene a type for that, as that might be
155.LCA.320  A type of her in this, that contrary
155.LCA.321  Both Elements, and Passions liu'd at peace
155.LCA.322  In her, who caus'd all Ciuill warre to cease.
155.LCA.323  Shee, after whom, what forme soe're we see,
155.LCA.324  Is discord, and rude incongruitee,
155.LCA.325  Shee, shee is dead, shee's dead; when thou knowst this,
155.LCA.326  Thou knowst how vgly a monster this world is:
155.LCA.327  And learnst thus much by our Anatomee, [CW:That]
155.LCA.328  That here is nothing to enamor thee: [B3v]
155.LCA.329  And that, not onely faults in inward parts,
155.LCA.330  Corruptions in our braines, or in our harts,
155.LCA.331  Poysoning the fountaines, whence our actions spring,
155.LCA.332  Endanger vs:  but that if euery thing
155.LCA.333  Be not done fitly'nd in proportion,
155.LCA.334  To satisfie wise, and good lookers on,
155.LCA.335  (Since most men be such as most thinke they bee)
155.LCA.336  They're lothsome too, by this Deformitee.
155.LCA.337  For good, and well, must in our actions meete: 
155.LCA.338  Wicked is not much worse then indiscreet.
155.LCA.339  But beauties other second Element,
155.LCA.340  Colour, and lustre now, is as neere spent.
155.LCA.341  And had the world his iust proportion,
155.LCA.342  Were it a ring still, yet the stone is gone.
155.LCA.343  As a compassionate Turcoyse which doth tell
155.LCA.344  By looking pale, the wearer is not well,
155.LCA.345  As gold fals sicke being stung with Mercury,
155.LCA.346  All the worlds parts of such complexion bee. 
155.LCA.347  When nature was most busie, the first weeke,
155.LCA.348  Swadling the new-borne earth, God seemd to like,
155.LCA.349  That she should sport herselfe sometimes, and play,
155.LCA.350  To mingle, and vary colours euery day.
155.LCA.351  And then, as though she could not make inow,
155.LCA.352  Himselfe his various Rainbow did allow.
155.LCA.353  Sight is the noblest sense of any one, [CW:Yet]
155.LCA.354  Yet sight hath onely color to feed on, [B4]
155.LCA.355  And color is decayd:  summers robe growes
155.LCA.356  Duskie, and like an oft dyed garment showes.
155.LCA.357  Our blushing redde, which vs'd in cheekes to spred,
155.LCA.358  Is inward sunke, and onely our soules are redde:
155.LCA.359  Perchance the world might haue recouered,
155.LCA.360  If she whom we lament had not beene dead:
155.LCA.361  But shee, in whom all white, and redde, and blue 
155.LCA.362  (Beauties ingredients) voluntary grew,
155.LCA.363  As in an vnuext Paradise; from whom
155.LCA.364  Did all things verdure, and their lustre come,
155.LCA.365  Whose composition was miraculous,
155.LCA.366  Being all color, all Diaphanous,
155.LCA.367  (For Ayre, and Fire but thicke grosse bodies were,
155.LCA.368  And liueliest stones but drowsie, and pale to her,)
155.LCA.369  Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead:  when thou knowst this,
155.LCA.370  Thou knowst how wan a Ghost this our world is:
155.LCA.371  And learnst thus much by our Anatomee,
155.LCA.372  That it should more affright, then pleasure thee.
155.LCA.373  And that, since all faire color then did sinke,
155.LCA.374  Tis now but wicked vanity to thinke,
155.LCA.375  To color vitious deeds with good pretence,
155.LCA.375M[om]
155.LCA.376  Or with bought colors to illude mens sense.
155.LCA.377  Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares,
155.LCA.378  Then that her influence the heau'n forbeares,
155.LCA.379  Or that the Elements doe not feele this, [CW:The]
155.LCA.380  The father, or the mother barren is. [B4v]
155.LCA.381  The clouds conceiue not raine, or doe not powre
155.LCA.382  In the due birth-time, downe the balmy showre.
155.LCA.383  Th'Ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth,
155.LCA.384  To hatch her seasons, and giue all things birth.
155.LCA.385  Spring-times were common cradles, but are toombes%^(CSmH)%~;(C)
155.LCA.386  And false-conceptions fill the generall wombs.
155.LCA.387  Th'Ayre showes such Meteors, as none can see,
155.LCA.388  Not onely what they meane, but what they bee.
155.LCA.389  Earth such new wormes, as would haue troubled much,(C)mu(CSmH)
155.LCA.390  Th'Egyptian Mages to haue made more such.
155.LCA.391  What Artist now dares boast that he can bring
155.LCA.392  Heauen hither, or constellate any thing,
155.LCA.393  So as the influence of those starres may bee
155.LCA.394  Imprisond in an Herbe, or Charme, or Tree,
155.LCA.395  And doe by touch, all which those starres could do?
155.LCA.396  The art is lost, and correspondence too.
155.LCA.397  For heauen giues little, and the earth takes lesse,
155.LCA.398  And man least knowes their trade, and purposes.
155.LCA.399  If this commerce twixt heauen and earth were not
155.LCA.400  Embarr'd, and all this trafique quite forgot,
155.LCA.401  Shee, for whose losse we haue lamented thus,
155.LCA.402  Would worke more fully'and pow'rfully on vs.
155.LCA.403  Since herbes, and roots by dying, lose not all,
155.LCA.404  But they, yea Ashes too, are medicinall,
155.LCA.405  Death could not quench her vertue so, but that [CW:It]
155.LCA.406  It would be (if not follow'd) wondred at: [B5]
155.LCA.407  And all the world would be one dying Swan,
155.LCA.408  To sing her funerall prayse, and vanish than.
155.LCA.409  But as some Serpents poison hurteth not,
155.LCA.410  Except it be from the liue Serpent shot,
155.LCA.411  So doth her vertue need her here, to fit
155.LCA.412  That vnto vs; she working more then it.
155.LCA.413  But she, in whom, to such maturity,
155.LCA.414  Vertue was growne, past growth, that it must die,
155.LCA.415  She from whose influence all Impressions came,
155.LCA.416  But, by Receiuers impotencies, lame,
155.LCA.417  Who, though she could not transubstantiate 
155.LCA.418  All states to gold, yet guilded euery state,
155.LCA.419  So that some Princes haue some temperance;
155.LCA.420  Some Counsaylors some purpose to aduance
155.LCA.421  The common profite; and some people haue
155.LCA.422  Some stay, no more then Kings should giue, to craue;
155.LCA.423  Some women haue some taciturnity;
155.LCA.424  Some Nunneries, some graines of chastity.
155.LCA.425  She that did thus much, and much more could doe,
155.LCA.426  But that our age was Iron, and rusty too,
155.LCA.427  Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead:  when thou knowst this,
155.LCA.428  Thou knowest how drie a Cinder this world is.
155.LCA.429  And learnst thus much by our Anatomy,
155.LCA.430  That 'tis in vaine to dew, or mollifie
155.LCA.431  It with thy Teares, or Sweat, or Bloud:  no thing [CW:Is]
155.LCA.432  Is worth our trauaile, griefe, or perishing, [B5v]
155.LCA.433  But those rich ioyes, which did possesse her hart,
155.LCA.434  Of which shee's now partaker, and a part.
155.LCA.435  But as in cutting vp a man that's dead,
155.LCA.435M[om]
155.LCA.436  The body will not last out to haue read
155.LCA.437  On euery part, and therefore men direct
155.LCA.438  Their speech to parts, that are of most effect;
155.LCA.439  So the worlds carcasse would not last, if I
155.LCA.440  Were punctuall in this Anatomy.
155.LCA.441  Nor smels it well to hearers, if one tell
155.LCA.442  Them their disease, who faine would think they're wel.
155.LCA.443  Here therefore be the end:  And, blessed maid,
155.LCA.444  Of whom is meant what euer hath beene said,     
155.LCA.445  Or shall be spoken well by any tongue,
155.LCA.446  Whose name refines course lines, & makes prose song,
155.LCA.447  Accept this tribute, and his first yeares rent,
155.LCA.448  Who till his darke short tapers end be spent,
155.LCA.449  As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth,
155.LCA.450  Will yearely celebrate thy second birth,
155.LCA.451  That is, thy death.  For though the soule of man
155.LCA.452  Be got when man is made,'tis borne but than
155.LCA.453  When man doth die.  Our body's as the wombe,
155.LCA.454  And as a mid-wife death directs it home.
155.LCA.455  And you her creatures, whom she workes vpon
155.LCA.456  And haue your last, and best concoction
155.LCA.457  From her example, and her vertue, if you [CW:In]
155.LCA.458  In reuerence to her, doe thinke it due, [B6]
155.LCA.459  That no one should her prayses thus reherse,
155.LCA.460  As matter fit for Chronicle, not verse,
155.LCA.461  Vouchsafe to call to minde, that God did make
155.LCA.462  A last, and lastingst peece, a song.  He spake
155.LCA.463  To %1Moses%2, to deliuer vnto all,
155.LCA.464  That song:  because he knew they would let fall,
155.LCA.465  The Law, the Prophets, and the History,
155.LCA.466  But keepe the song still in their memory.
155.LCA.467  Such an opinion (in due measure) made
155.LCA.468  Me this great Office boldly to inuade.
155.LCA.469  Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre
155.LCA.470  Me, from thus trying to emprison her.
155.LCA.471  Which when I saw that a strict graue could do,
155.LCA.472  I saw not why verse might not doe so too.
155.LCA.473  Verse hath a middle nature:  heauen keepes soules,
155.LCA.474  The graue keeps bodies, verse the same enroules. [CW:%1A%2]
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