The sweete thoughts of death, and eternity. Written by Sieur de la Serre
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             The sweete thoughts of death, and eternity. Written by Sieur de la Serre
             Douces pensées de la mort. English
             La Serre, M. de (Jean-Puget), ca. 1600-1665.
             Hawkins, Henry, 1571?-1646.
          
           [10], 175, [1], 168 p.
           
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             At Paris [i.e. Saint-Omer :
             1632.
          
           
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               יהוה
            
             
               
                 Annos
                 aeternos
                 in
                 mente
                 habui
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Memorare
                 nouissima
                 tua
                 .
              
            
             
               THE
               SWEETE
               THOVGHTS
               OF
               DEATH
               ,
               and
               Eternity
               .
            
             
               Written
               by
               Sieur
               de
               la
               Serre
               .
            
             
               AT
               PARIS
               ,
               1632.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           HONOVRABLE
           HENRY
           NEVILL
           ,
           BARON
           OF
           ABERGAVENY
           .
        
         
           
             SYR
             ,
          
        
         
           YOV
           may
           behold
           heer
           a
           sensles
           Statue
           ,
           made
           to
           the
           Life
           ,
           but
           vvithout
           Life
           ,
           till
           the
           
             Promethean
             Fire
          
           of
           your
           
           vvell
           knovvn
           piercing
           Iudgment
           gracing
           it
           ,
           giue
           it
           a
           true
           subsistence
           .
           It
           hath
           a
           Mouth
           vvithout
           VVords
           ,
           VVords
           vvithout
           Spirit
           ,
           till
           you
           the
           Mecaenas
           ,
           through
           your
           Honours
           gracious
           acceptation
           ,
           affoard
           it
           strength
           &
           energy
           .
           As
           for
           the
           Heart
           ,
           expressed
           in
           the
           pure
           Intentiō
           of
           this
           Addresse
           to
           your
           Honour
           ,
           it
           is
           vvholy
           yours
           ;
           nor
           needs
           the
           spoiles
           of
           feigned
           Deityes
           ,
           to
           giue
           it
           breath
           ,
           to
           make
           it
           more
           your
           ovvne
           ,
           then
           novv
           it
           is
           .
           Or
           rather
           if
           you
           please
           ,
           you
           haue
           heer
           tvvo
           nevv-borne
           Tvvins
           ,
           put
           
           forth
           thus
           naked
           as
           you
           see
           into
           the
           vvide
           VVorld
           ,
           to
           shift
           for
           themselues
           ;
           and
           like
           to
           be
           forlorne
           ,
           vnles
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           pittying
           their
           pouerty
           ,
           take
           thē
           into
           your
           Honourable
           Patronage
           ,
           and
           safe
           Protection
           .
        
         
           France
           hath
           had
           the
           happinesse
           to
           giue
           them
           their
           first
           birth
           ;
           your
           Honour
           shall
           haue
           the
           trouble
           to
           afford
           them
           a
           secōd
           :
           That
           to
           haue
           bred
           a
           Spirit
           able
           to
           conceiue
           and
           bring
           forth
           such
           issues
           ;
           And
           your
           Lordship
           through
           your
           noble
           Fauour
           ,
           to
           make
           them
           free
           Denizens
           of
           this
           Kingdome
           .
           Or
           lastly
           ,
           to
           
           speake
           more
           properly
           ,
           I
           heer
           present
           your
           Lordship
           vvith
           the
           
             Svveet
             Thoughts
             of
             Death
             ,
             and
             Eternity
             ,
          
           expressed
           in
           our
           tongue
           .
           Not
           to
           vndertake
           ,
           to
           make
           that
           svveet
           vnto
           you
           ,
           (
           vvhich
           othervvise
           vvere
           bitter
           )
           vvho
           through
           a
           fayr
           preparation
           of
           a
           Christian
           and
           vertuous
           life
           ,
           haue
           confidence
           inough
           to
           looke
           grim
           Death
           ,
           in
           the
           face
           ;
           and
           vvith
           good
           serenity
           of
           conscience
           ,
           to
           vvayt
           on
           Eternity
           :
           but
           rather
           that
           your
           Lordship
           ,
           vvould
           please
           to
           commend
           the
           same
           to
           others
           of
           like
           quality
           ,
           vvho
           follovving
           
           the
           vogue
           of
           the
           allurements
           ,
           pleasures
           ,
           and
           delights
           of
           this
           vvorld
           ,
           may
           haue
           need
           of
           such
           noble
           Reflections
           ,
           as
           
             Monsieur
             de
             la
             Serre
          
           ,
           Authour
           of
           this
           VVorke
           ,
           vvell
           versed
           vvith
           people
           of
           that
           ranke
           ,
           hath
           learnedly
           ,
           and
           piously
           shevved
           to
           this
           more
           free
           and
           dissolute
           age
           .
           So
           shall
           your
           Honour
           ,
           do
           a
           charitable
           vvork
           of
           mercy
           ,
           the
           vvorld
           be
           edified
           ,
           and
           I
           vvell
           satisfied
           ,
           to
           haue
           put
           to
           my
           hand
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Honours
             most
             humbly
             and
             truly
             deuoted
             .
             H.
             H.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           TABLE
           OF
           CHAPTERS
           .
        
         
           
             
               Chap.
               1.
            
             
             OF
             the
             sweet
             Thoughtes
             of
             Death
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               1.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               2.
            
             
             What
             Pleasure
             it
             is
             to
             thinke
             of
             Death
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               6.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               3.
            
             
             That
             there
             is
             no
             contentment
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             but
             to
             thinke
             of
             Death
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               22.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap
               4.
            
             
             That
             it
             belongeth
             but
             only
             to
             good
             Spirits
             ,
             to
             thinke
             continually
             of
             Death
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               30.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               5.
            
             
             How
             those
             spirits
             that
             thinke
             continually
             of
             Death
             ,
             are
             eleuated
             aboue
             all
             the
             Greatnesse
             of
             the
             Earth
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               41.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               6.
            
             
             A
             Contemplation
             vpon
             the
             Tombe
             of
             Alexander
             the
             Great
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               50.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               7.
            
             
             He
             that
             thinkes
             alwayes
             of
             Death
             ,
             is
             the
             Richest
             of
             the
             world
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               61.
            
             
          
           
             
             
               Chap.
               8.
            
             
             A
             Contemplation
             vpon
             the
             Tombe
             of
             Cresus
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               66.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               9.
            
             
             That
             he
             who
             thinkes
             alwaies
             of
             Death
             ,
             is
             the
             Wisest
             of
             the
             world
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               73.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               10.
            
             
             A
             Contemplation
             vpon
             the
             Tombe
             of
             Salomon
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               80.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               11.
            
             
             A
             Contemplation
             vpon
             the
             Tombe
             of
             Helena
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               90.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               12.
            
             
             That
             of
             all
             the
             Lawes
             which
             Nature
             hath
             imposed
             vpon
             vs
             ,
             that
             same
             of
             Dying
             ,
             is
             the
             sweetest
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               113.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               13.
            
             
             How
             Worldings
             dye
             deliciously
             without
             euer
             thinking
             thereof
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               119.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               14.
            
             
             Goodly
             Considerations
             vpon
             this
             important
             verity
             ;
             
               That
               whatsoeuer
               we
               do
               ,
               we
               dye
               euery
               houre
               ,
               without
               cease
               .
            
          
           
             
               pag.
               124.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               15.
            
             
             The
             Tombe
             of
             the
             pleasures
             of
             the
             Sight
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               127.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               16.
            
             
             The
             tombe
             of
             the
             Pleasures
             of
             the
             Sense
             of
             Hearing
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               130.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               17.
            
             
             The
             Tombe
             of
             the
             other
             Pleasures
             ,
             that
             are
             affected
             to
             the
             Senses
             .
          
           
             
               p.
               132.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               18.
            
             
             How
             he
             who
             hath
             imposed
             the
             
             Law
             of
             death
             vpon
             vs
             ,
             hath
             suffered
             all
             the
             paynes
             therof
             together
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               135.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               19.
            
             
             The
             pleasure
             which
             is
             found
             in
             Liuing
             well
             ,
             for
             to
             Dye
             content
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               143.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               20.
            
             
             The
             Picture
             of
             the
             Life
             ,
             and
             Death
             of
             a
             sinfull
             Soule
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               148.
            
             
          
           
             
               Chap.
               21.
            
             
             A
             goodly
             Consideration
             ,
             and
             very
             important
             both
             for
             lyfe
             ,
             and
             death
             .
          
           
             
               pag.
               159.
            
             
          
        
         
           
             THOVGHTS
             OF
             ETERNITY
             .
          
           
             
               The
               Triumph
               of
               Death
               .
            
             
               
                 pag.
                 3.
              
               
            
             
               The
               Glory
               of
               Paradise
               .
            
             
               
                 pag.
                 55.
              
               
            
             
               Of
               the
               Infernall
               Paynes
               .
            
             
               
                 pag.
                 190.
              
               
            
             
               The
               Houre
               of
               Death
               .
            
             
               
                 pag.
                 145.
              
               
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             
             
               Of
               the
               svveet
               Thoughtes
               of
               Death
               .
            
             
               
                 CHAP.
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 THERE
                 are
                 no
                 sweeter
                 Thoughtes
                 ,
                 then
                 those
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 Spirits
                 being
                 raysed
                 to
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 Diuine
                 thinges
                 ,
                 do
                 euer
                 occupy
                 themselues
                 in
                 counting
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 their
                 banishment
                 in
                 this
                 strange
                 Land
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 sigh
                 vnder
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 our
                 Euils
                 .
                 Slaues
                 liue
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 hope
                 to
                 see
                 themselues
                 at
                 liberty
                 :
                 their
                 prisons
                 and
                 their
                 irons
                 are
                 obiects
                 ,
                 both
                 of
                 horrour
                 and
                 dread
                 ,
                 which
                 put
                 their
                 soules
                 vpon
                 the
                 racke
                 .
                 The
                 Sun
                 shines
                 not
                 for
                 them
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 sundry
                 pleasures
                 agreable
                 to
                 their
                 senses
                 changing
                 their
                 nature
                 ,
                 serue
                 but
                 to
                 afflict
                 them
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 in
                 their
                 captiuity
                 ,
                 they
                 breath
                 
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 a
                 dying
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 whose
                 moments
                 last
                 for
                 ages
                 .
                 We
                 are
                 those
                 slaues
                 so
                 enchained
                 within
                 the
                 prison
                 of
                 our
                 bodies
                 ,
                 as
                 exiled
                 from
                 the
                 paradise
                 of
                 our
                 delights
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 first
                 innocency
                 of
                 our
                 parents
                 ,
                 had
                 established
                 vs
                 a
                 Mansion
                 :
                 so
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 their
                 disobedience
                 hath
                 changed
                 our
                 bodies
                 into
                 prisons
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 delightes
                 of
                 our
                 Soules
                 into
                 thraldome
                 .
                 What
                 feelings
                 then
                 ,
                 may
                 we
                 haue
                 in
                 this
                 seruile
                 condition
                 ,
                 whereunto
                 we
                 are
                 brought
                 ,
                 but
                 those
                 of
                 an
                 extreme
                 dolour
                 ,
                 and
                 bitter
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 our selues
                 depriued
                 of
                 the
                 Soueraygne
                 God
                 ,
                 where
                 Soules
                 do
                 find
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 their
                 rest
                 ?
                 The
                 harts
                 being
                 holily
                 enamoured
                 ,
                 speake
                 so
                 sweet
                 a
                 language
                 both
                 of
                 sighes
                 &
                 sobbs
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 absence
                 of
                 that
                 they
                 loue
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 Angels
                 were
                 touched
                 with
                 enuy
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 desire
                 to
                 learne
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 therof
                 a
                 new
                 Canticle
                 of
                 glory
                 in
                 their
                 Eternity
                 .
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 the
                 dolours
                 that
                 may
                 tyrannize
                 a
                 soule
                 ,
                 such
                 as
                 know
                 what
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 loue
                 ,
                 find
                 not
                 a
                 more
                 intollerable
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 absence
                 of
                 the
                 Subiect
                 with
                 they
                 loue
                 perfectly
                 indeed
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 affections
                 draw
                 their
                 force
                 from
                 their
                 merit
                 ,
                 what
                 should
                 our
                 loue
                 be
                 towards
                 this
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 whose
                 perfection
                 so
                 wholy
                 adorable
                 ,
                 cannot
                 brooke
                 comparison
                 but
                 with
                 thēselues
                 .
                 
                 And
                 how
                 be
                 it
                 this
                 great
                 God
                 be
                 infinitly
                 louely
                 ,
                 yet
                 would
                 he
                 needs
                 be
                 borrowing
                 a
                 hart
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 to
                 resent
                 the
                 draughts
                 of
                 our
                 loue
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 dye
                 on
                 the
                 Crosse
                 of
                 their
                 woundings
                 .
                 What
                 excesse
                 of
                 goodnes
                 ?
                 How
                 may
                 they
                 resist
                 the
                 sweet
                 strokes
                 of
                 his
                 mercy
                 ?
                 He
                 espouses
                 our
                 Condition
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 suffer
                 all
                 the
                 miseryes
                 therof
                 ;
                 (
                 sinne
                 and
                 ignorance
                 only
                 remayning
                 without
                 power
                 agaynst
                 his
                 person
                 )
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 dying
                 ,
                 he
                 changed
                 the
                 countenance
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 makes
                 it
                 so
                 beautifull
                 ,
                 as
                 generous
                 harts
                 at
                 this
                 tyme
                 ,
                 sigh
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 their
                 last
                 sigh
                 ,
                 since
                 euen
                 the
                 selfsame
                 moments
                 that
                 lead
                 vs
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 conduct
                 vs
                 also
                 to
                 immortality
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 paynes
                 which
                 my
                 Sauiour
                 hath
                 suffered
                 on
                 Mount
                 Caluary
                 ,
                 haue
                 beene
                 fruitfull
                 to
                 bring
                 forth
                 diuers
                 punishments
                 ,
                 in
                 fauour
                 of
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 Martyrs
                 ,
                 who
                 loued
                 not
                 life
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 ressent
                 it's
                 death
                 .
                 His
                 Nayles
                 haue
                 forged
                 them
                 others
                 of
                 that
                 sort
                 .
                 His
                 Thornes
                 haue
                 thence
                 produced
                 new
                 Thornes
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 forme
                 of
                 his
                 Crosse
                 hath
                 made
                 them
                 to
                 inuent
                 some
                 others
                 of
                 the
                 lyke
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 turning
                 vpside
                 downe
                 of
                 his
                 ,
                 hath
                 serued
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 for
                 a
                 Couch
                 to
                 dye
                 in
                 .
                 For
                 ioy
                 rather
                 ,
                 then
                 of
                 payne
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 deadly
                 instruments
                 of
                 the
                 passion
                 
                 of
                 my
                 Redeemer
                 haue
                 beene
                 the
                 preparatiues
                 of
                 the
                 Triumph
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 million
                 of
                 soules
                 haue
                 carryed
                 away
                 in
                 their
                 Martyrdom
                 .
                 The
                 Scourges
                 haue
                 been
                 for
                 
                   S.
                   Bartholomew
                
                 ,
                 the
                 Nayles
                 for
                 
                   S.
                   Andrew
                
                 ,
                 the
                 Sword
                 for
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 ,
                 the
                 wounds
                 for
                 
                   S.
                   Francis
                
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Crosse
                 serues
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 new
                 subiect
                 of
                 Enuy
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 togeather
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 euery
                 one
                 can
                 pretend
                 no
                 better
                 then
                 to
                 this
                 glory
                 to
                 sacrifice
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 same
                 Aultar
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Authour
                 of
                 life
                 hath
                 beene
                 immolated
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 how
                 the
                 amourous
                 plaintes
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 Apostle
                 make
                 all
                 to
                 resound
                 with
                 a
                 sweet
                 melody
                 !
                 Me
                 thinkes
                 the
                 sweet
                 accēts
                 of
                 his
                 cryes
                 do
                 euē
                 rauish
                 my
                 Spirit
                 through
                 mine
                 eares
                 .
                 The
                 tyme
                 of
                 my
                 lyfe
                 is
                 too
                 long
                 (
                 sayd
                 he
                 in
                 the
                 strength
                 of
                 his
                 Passion
                 )
                 I
                 am
                 troubled
                 to
                 reckon
                 vp
                 the
                 moments
                 of
                 it's
                 durance
                 .
                 When
                 shall
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 shall
                 liue
                 forth
                 of
                 my selfe
                 ,
                 to
                 go
                 to
                 liue
                 in
                 him
                 ,
                 whom
                 I
                 loue
                 much
                 better
                 then
                 my selfe
                 ?
                 Quite
                 contrary
                 to
                 those
                 guilty
                 Soules
                 ,
                 who
                 stand
                 discoursing
                 of
                 death
                 as
                 of
                 a
                 losse
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 desires
                 it
                 for
                 recompence
                 :
                 So
                 as
                 the
                 Sun
                 had
                 neuer
                 a
                 fayre
                 day
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 Nature
                 so
                 beautifull
                 in
                 its
                 diuersities
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 fruitfull
                 to
                 bring
                 forth
                 so
                 many
                 wonders
                 ,
                 was
                 barren
                 for
                 his
                 contentment
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 the
                 
                 obiects
                 of
                 his
                 pleasures
                 was
                 quite
                 without
                 the
                 world
                 :
                 and
                 yet
                 through
                 a
                 Miracle
                 worthy
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 he
                 liued
                 ,
                 and
                 dyed
                 of
                 Loue
                 at
                 once
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 Life
                 !
                 But
                 yet
                 more
                 happy
                 death
                 !
                 The
                 Swan
                 after
                 she
                 hath
                 measured
                 diuers
                 tymes
                 ,
                 the
                 humide
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 banckes
                 ,
                 euen
                 tyred
                 out
                 with
                 lyuing
                 ,
                 calles
                 for
                 death
                 vnto
                 her
                 succour
                 ,
                 with
                 accents
                 of
                 melody
                 ,
                 so
                 sweet
                 and
                 so
                 pittifull
                 withall
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 it
                 cannot
                 choose
                 but
                 then
                 ,
                 euen
                 yield
                 to
                 the
                 assaults
                 of
                 Compassion
                 .
                 This
                 bird
                 being
                 richly
                 dressed
                 vp
                 with
                 innocency
                 ,
                 proclaymes
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 her
                 Death
                 to
                 Forrests
                 ,
                 to
                 Champaygnes
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 Rockes
                 by
                 the
                 sad
                 accents
                 of
                 her
                 tunefull
                 notes
                 ,
                 whose
                 harmony
                 doth
                 rauish
                 all
                 those
                 ,
                 that
                 haue
                 sense
                 of
                 feeling
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 giues
                 them
                 a
                 desire
                 to
                 dy
                 with
                 her
                 .
                 This
                 Diuine
                 Apostle
                 ,
                 dying
                 on
                 the
                 shore
                 of
                 his
                 teares
                 ,
                 represents
                 to
                 vs
                 this
                 bird
                 .
                 For
                 being
                 now
                 weary
                 to
                 liue
                 so
                 long
                 tyme
                 absented
                 from
                 his
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 he
                 sends
                 vp
                 his
                 amourous
                 sighs
                 to
                 Heauen-wards
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 a
                 voyce
                 full
                 of
                 allurements
                 ,
                 cryes
                 out
                 ,
                 how
                 he
                 desires
                 to
                 abandon
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 go
                 ,
                 to
                 behould
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 his
                 Soule
                 .
                 The
                 harmony
                 of
                 his
                 cryes
                 ,
                 so
                 powerfully
                 attracts
                 the
                 harts
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 able
                 to
                 heare
                 but
                 the
                 Eccho
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 perceyue
                 i'ts
                 sweetnesse
                 ,
                 doe
                 
                 borrow
                 wings
                 of
                 al
                 sides
                 to
                 fly
                 out
                 of
                 themselues
                 ,
                 while
                 the
                 Earth
                 is
                 in
                 contempt
                 with
                 them
                 .
                 You
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 I
                 inuite
                 you
                 heere
                 to
                 hearken
                 to
                 this
                 Consort
                 of
                 Musike
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Angells
                 hold
                 their
                 part
                 ;
                 but
                 you
                 must
                 purify
                 your
                 senses
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 wil
                 be
                 rauished
                 with
                 Pleasure
                 ,
                 and
                 Ioy.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 Pleasure
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 TRAVAILLER
                 strayed
                 from
                 his
                 way
                 ,
                 and
                 puzled
                 in
                 the
                 full
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 ,
                 within
                 a
                 thicke
                 forrest
                 ,
                 finds
                 himselfe
                 on
                 a
                 sudden
                 brought
                 into
                 streights
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 thousand
                 assaults
                 of
                 feare
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 his
                 Soule
                 is
                 strooken
                 .
                 He
                 casts
                 his
                 eyes
                 on
                 euery
                 side
                 ,
                 but
                 sees
                 nothing
                 but
                 shadowes
                 of
                 horrour
                 which
                 presage
                 the
                 sun-set
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 .
                 The
                 noyse
                 of
                 the
                 impetuous
                 winds
                 that
                 puts
                 a
                 garboyle
                 into
                 the
                 boughes
                 ,
                 beate
                 so
                 roughly
                 on
                 his
                 eares
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 breathes
                 but
                 in
                 a
                 deadly
                 feare
                 ,
                 more
                 intollerable
                 well
                 nigh
                 then
                 death
                 .
                 His
                 imagination
                 being
                 troubled
                 ,
                 lets
                 him
                 see
                 in
                 dreame
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 darknes
                 ,
                 as
                 many
                 precipices
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 steppes
                 he
                 makes
                 on
                 his
                 way
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 he
                 belieues
                 
                 euery
                 momēt
                 he
                 is
                 buryed
                 quick
                 in
                 some
                 pit
                 or
                 other
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 whole
                 burden
                 of
                 his
                 euils
                 .
                 The
                 feare
                 of
                 being
                 deuoured
                 by
                 the
                 sauage
                 beasts
                 ,
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 apprehend
                 a
                 new
                 punishment
                 ,
                 whose
                 dolour
                 redoubles
                 euermore
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 sensible
                 apparence
                 of
                 some
                 euident
                 danger
                 .
                 The
                 heauens
                 &
                 earth
                 being
                 hid
                 alike
                 from
                 his
                 eyes
                 within
                 obscurity
                 ,
                 for
                 remedy
                 represent
                 to
                 him
                 despaire
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 effect
                 ,
                 his
                 Iudgement
                 being
                 now
                 stupid
                 with
                 terror
                 ,
                 hath
                 not
                 the
                 liberty
                 of
                 discourse
                 but
                 to
                 conclude
                 vpon
                 his
                 losse
                 ,
                 al
                 things
                 the
                 while
                 cōtributing
                 to
                 his
                 most
                 disaduantage
                 .
                 Himselfe
                 sees
                 not
                 himselfe
                 awhit
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 already
                 he
                 were
                 quite
                 besides
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 &
                 the
                 little
                 sense
                 he
                 hath
                 left
                 him
                 ,
                 serues
                 him
                 but
                 to
                 suffer
                 euils
                 ,
                 which
                 in
                 their
                 excesse
                 do
                 rob
                 him
                 of
                 his
                 speach
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 brought
                 to
                 this
                 extremity
                 ,
                 where
                 death
                 is
                 more
                 present
                 with
                 him
                 then
                 life
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 wholy
                 dyes
                 and
                 liues
                 but
                 to
                 halfes
                 ;
                 he
                 lifts
                 now
                 at
                 last
                 his
                 eyes
                 to
                 Heauen-wards
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 discryes
                 a
                 ray
                 of
                 light
                 to
                 disclose
                 through
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 the
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 which
                 serues
                 him
                 as
                 a
                 Beakon
                 or
                 Watch
                 tower
                 to
                 remit
                 him
                 into
                 the
                 path
                 of
                 his
                 way
                 which
                 he
                 had
                 lost
                 .
                 The
                 day
                 by
                 little
                 &
                 little
                 makes
                 the
                 shadowes
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 with
                 enuirone
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 vanish
                 out
                 of
                 sight
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 the
                 
                 hope
                 of
                 lyuing
                 ,
                 affoards
                 him
                 the
                 contentmēt
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 precipices
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 escaped
                 :
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 he
                 arriues
                 to
                 the
                 places
                 of
                 his
                 desires
                 with
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 pleasure
                 then
                 he
                 felt
                 paine
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 now
                 say
                 ,
                 We
                 are
                 these
                 Trauaylours
                 ,
                 wandering
                 in
                 the
                 thicke
                 Forrest
                 of
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 darknes
                 of
                 Synne
                 ,
                 which
                 enwraps
                 vs
                 one
                 euery
                 side
                 .
                 The
                 winds
                 of
                 temptations
                 bluster
                 without
                 cease
                 in
                 our
                 eares
                 ;
                 euery
                 stepp
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 make
                 forwards
                 ,
                 leads
                 vs
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dye
                 euery
                 houre
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 abysses
                 are
                 alwayes
                 open
                 to
                 swallow
                 vs
                 vp
                 ,
                 as
                 culpable
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 sortes
                 of
                 crimes
                 .
                 Being
                 brought
                 to
                 this
                 estate
                 ,
                 the
                 Heauen
                 hides
                 it selfe
                 from
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 as
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 pretend
                 awhit
                 for
                 it's
                 glory
                 :
                 So
                 as
                 being
                 oppressed
                 with
                 diuers
                 disasters
                 ,
                 we
                 breath
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 a
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 annoyes
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 vnsufferable
                 afflictions
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 light
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 which
                 shines
                 to
                 vs
                 in
                 the
                 port
                 of
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 is
                 this
                 goodly
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 whose
                 day
                 disperses
                 the
                 shadowes
                 of
                 our
                 night
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 What
                 contentment
                 to
                 arriue
                 at
                 this
                 port
                 amidst
                 so
                 many
                 stornes
                 ?
                 What
                 happinesse
                 to
                 enioy
                 the
                 brightnes
                 of
                 a
                 Sun
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 subiect
                 to
                 Eclypses
                 ,
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 tedious
                 nights
                 ?
                 We
                 are
                 all
                 Pilgrimes
                 ,
                 
                 who
                 continually
                 trauayle
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 world
                 into
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 The
                 darknes
                 of
                 sinne
                 is
                 the
                 shadow
                 of
                 our
                 bodies
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 accompany
                 vs
                 without
                 cease
                 .
                 What
                 incomparable
                 felicity
                 ,
                 to
                 go
                 forth
                 of
                 our selues
                 ,
                 to
                 find
                 out
                 that
                 day
                 which
                 should
                 illumine
                 vs
                 eternally
                 ?
                 What
                 may
                 we
                 desire
                 in
                 Slauery
                 ,
                 but
                 Liberty
                 ?
                 In
                 darknes
                 ,
                 but
                 light
                 ?
                 and
                 in
                 Trauayle
                 ,
                 but
                 Rest
                 ?
                 This
                 earth
                 is
                 a
                 prison
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 then
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 recouer
                 our
                 liberty
                 .
                 This
                 vnlucky
                 dwelling
                 is
                 a
                 place
                 of
                 obscurity
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 gape
                 after
                 the
                 light
                 .
                 This
                 fatall
                 Mansion
                 ,
                 is
                 fertile
                 onely
                 but
                 with
                 thornes
                 and
                 troubles
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 get
                 forth
                 of
                 it's
                 bounds
                 ,
                 to
                 fynd
                 the
                 true
                 tranquillity
                 :
                 and
                 according
                 as
                 we
                 shall
                 approach
                 to
                 the
                 good
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 so
                 shall
                 we
                 distance
                 our selues
                 frō
                 the
                 euils
                 of
                 lyfe
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 sweet
                 death
                 where
                 our
                 miseries
                 termine
                 themselues
                 ▪
                 O
                 cruell
                 life
                 ,
                 where
                 our
                 disasters
                 take
                 their
                 begining
                 !
                 O
                 welcome
                 death
                 where
                 our
                 annoyes
                 do
                 find
                 their
                 sepulcher
                 !
                 O
                 dread
                 life
                 where
                 our
                 dolours
                 find
                 their
                 cradle
                 !
                 The
                 most
                 afflicted
                 draw
                 al
                 their
                 cōsolation
                 from
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 Are
                 we
                 not
                 of
                 this
                 number
                 ,
                 as
                 subiect
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 disgraces
                 of
                 Lot
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 cruell
                 lawes
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ?
                 With
                 what
                 sweeter
                 hope
                 may
                 we
                 mitigate
                 our
                 paynes
                 ,
                 then
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 a
                 speedy
                 breaking
                 
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 our
                 captiuity
                 ?
                 If
                 we
                 dyed
                 not
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
                 there
                 would
                 be
                 no
                 contentment
                 to
                 liue
                 .
                 For
                 what
                 likelyhood
                 is
                 there
                 that
                 a
                 trauailour
                 should
                 take
                 any
                 pleasure
                 to
                 stop
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 way
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 a
                 storme
                 ?
                 Now
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 neuer
                 without
                 tempests
                 :
                 What
                 remedy
                 were
                 it
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 stop
                 at
                 a
                 flash
                 of
                 lightening
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 cracke
                 of
                 Thunder
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ?
              
               
                 Being
                 pressed
                 with
                 a
                 storme
                 ,
                 and
                 encompassed
                 with
                 Rockes
                 ,
                 shall
                 we
                 not
                 be
                 sēding
                 our
                 desires
                 before
                 hand
                 to
                 the
                 port
                 ,
                 with
                 this
                 griefe
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 hauing
                 wings
                 to
                 fly
                 more
                 swiftly
                 thither
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 ship
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 cannot
                 land
                 but
                 at
                 the
                 shore
                 of
                 the
                 sepulcher
                 ,
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 at
                 this
                 port
                 whither
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 aspire
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 to
                 put
                 vs
                 in
                 the
                 Lee
                 from
                 Shipwrackes
                 ,
                 whereof
                 so
                 many
                 wise
                 Pilots
                 haue
                 runne
                 hazard
                 ?
                 I
                 haue
                 no
                 feare
                 but
                 of
                 old
                 age
                 ,
                 said
                 Zenon
                 ,
                 For
                 of
                 all
                 euils
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 life
                 is
                 the
                 most
                 intollerable
                 .
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 thinke
                 on
                 the
                 diuers
                 torments
                 ,
                 that
                 pull
                 away
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 from
                 vs
                 ,
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 of
                 Socrates
                 his
                 opinion
                 ,
                 who
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 momēts
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 prizeth
                 none
                 but
                 the
                 last
                 .
                 O
                 happy
                 moment
                 ▪
                 &
                 irkesome
                 to
                 those
                 that
                 go
                 before
                 !
                 
                   I
                   am
                   troubled
                
                 (
                 said
                 Dauid
                 )
                 in
                 
                   the
                   house
                   of
                   men
                   :
                   when
                   shall
                   I
                   arriue
                   into
                   that
                   of
                   
                   my
                   Lord
                
                 ?
                 He
                 was
                 alwaies
                 going
                 thither
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 way
                 seemed
                 so
                 long
                 and
                 tedious
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 sighed
                 continually
                 after
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 iourney
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 tend
                 to
                 their
                 Center
                 ;
                 the
                 Stones
                 being
                 raysed
                 from
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 do
                 borrow
                 wings
                 to
                 their
                 weighty
                 nature
                 ,
                 to
                 descend
                 downe
                 beneath
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 alwayes
                 haue
                 their
                 looke
                 .
                 The
                 Riuers
                 ,
                 though
                 insensible
                 are
                 touched
                 with
                 this
                 amourous
                 curiosity
                 to
                 reuisite
                 continually
                 their
                 Mother
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 Piramidall
                 flames
                 of
                 fire
                 do
                 witnes
                 they
                 burne
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 desire
                 of
                 ioyning
                 thēselues
                 with
                 their
                 first
                 beginning
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 their
                 endeauours
                 are
                 vnprofitable
                 ,
                 yet
                 haue
                 they
                 neuer
                 other
                 scope
                 .
                 The
                 Heauen
                 is
                 our
                 Center
                 ;
                 with
                 what
                 more
                 violent
                 passions
                 may
                 we
                 be
                 quickned
                 then
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 being
                 rauisht
                 from
                 our selues
                 ,
                 to
                 ioyne
                 as
                 Atomes
                 to
                 their
                 vnity
                 ,
                 &
                 as
                 rayes
                 to
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 their
                 light
                 ?
                 Those
                 Torches
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 whose
                 number
                 is
                 infinite
                 ,
                 and
                 beauty
                 incōparable
                 ,
                 not
                 so
                 gallātly
                 shew
                 vs
                 their
                 twinckling
                 baytes
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 enthrall
                 vs
                 with
                 their
                 wonders
                 .
                 They
                 shine
                 not
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 shew
                 vs
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 their
                 Azure
                 vaults
                 ,
                 as
                 being
                 the
                 only
                 place
                 of
                 our
                 repose
                 .
                 And
                 it
                 seemes
                 the
                 galloping
                 course
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 goes
                 not
                 so
                 turning
                 the
                 great
                 globe
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ▪
                 
                 but
                 to
                 shew
                 the
                 way
                 from
                 aloft
                 vnto
                 the
                 Inhabitants
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 some
                 one
                 had
                 the
                 gift
                 of
                 prophecy
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 it
                 were
                 foretold
                 vs
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 certaine
                 tyme
                 set
                 downe
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 were
                 to
                 possesse
                 an
                 ample
                 fortune
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 of
                 goods
                 or
                 greatnesse
                 ,
                 all
                 transitory
                 a
                 like
                 ;
                 were
                 it
                 not
                 credible
                 ,
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 this
                 attendance
                 would
                 be
                 to
                 vs
                 of
                 a
                 long
                 put-off
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 sighes
                 ,
                 as
                 witnesses
                 of
                 our
                 languours
                 ,
                 should
                 we
                 be
                 sending
                 forth
                 ,
                 before
                 this
                 felicity
                 so
                 promised
                 ?
                 The
                 greatest
                 dolour
                 we
                 could
                 possibly
                 suffer
                 ,
                 would
                 be
                 but
                 of
                 impatience
                 ;
                 for
                 through
                 force
                 of
                 passionately
                 desiring
                 this
                 good
                 ,
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 euils
                 would
                 be
                 insensible
                 to
                 vs.
                 The
                 Sunne
                 that
                 posts
                 so
                 swift
                 would
                 then
                 go
                 sluggishly
                 ,
                 and
                 its
                 diligence
                 could
                 not
                 stay
                 vs
                 a
                 whit
                 ,
                 from
                 accusing
                 it
                 of
                 slouth
                 ,
                 as
                 often
                 as
                 we
                 gazed
                 vpon
                 Heauen
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 now
                 consider
                 ,
                 the
                 mystery
                 of
                 this
                 Proposition
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 and
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Prophets
                 hath
                 giuen
                 vs
                 this
                 assurance
                 from
                 his
                 mouth
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 last
                 instant
                 of
                 our
                 lyfe
                 shal
                 be
                 the
                 first
                 of
                 our
                 immortality
                 ;
                 and
                 so
                 on
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 our
                 death
                 ,
                 should
                 we
                 possesse
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 felicityes
                 ,
                 be
                 they
                 in
                 immortall
                 goods
                 ,
                 be
                 they
                 in
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 nature
                 it selfe
                 .
                 From
                 what
                 sweet
                 disquietnesses
                 ,
                 might
                 we
                 
                 seeme
                 to
                 be
                 exempt
                 in
                 the
                 expectation
                 of
                 this
                 happines
                 ?
                 The
                 holy
                 Soules
                 who
                 breath
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
                 liue
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 ioy
                 they
                 haue
                 of
                 continually
                 dying
                 .
                 With
                 how
                 many
                 sighes
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 and
                 languour
                 ,
                 smite
                 they
                 Heauen
                 at
                 all
                 houres
                 ?
                 All
                 the
                 fayre
                 dayes
                 the
                 Sun
                 affoards
                 them
                 to
                 their
                 eyes
                 ▪
                 seeme
                 to
                 be
                 so
                 sad
                 &
                 lowring
                 ,
                 as
                 hardly
                 do
                 they
                 marke
                 the
                 differēce
                 between
                 the
                 light
                 and
                 darknes
                 ,
                 because
                 they
                 loue
                 but
                 the
                 eternall
                 dayes
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 to
                 shine
                 to
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 their
                 felicity
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 where
                 ceasing
                 to
                 be
                 men
                 ,
                 we
                 begin
                 to
                 be
                 as
                 Angels
                 .
              
               
                 
                   S.
                   Frauncis
                
                 wounded
                 on
                 all
                 sides
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 darts
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 sighes
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 his
                 Mayster
                 ,
                 for
                 griefe
                 that
                 he
                 cannot
                 dye
                 of
                 his
                 wounds
                 .
                 He
                 contemplates
                 the
                 wounds
                 of
                 his
                 Redeemer
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 lookes
                 haue
                 this
                 Diuine
                 vertue
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 as
                 ●o
                 make
                 his
                 soule
                 to
                 ressent
                 the
                 smart
                 .
                 And
                 through
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 his
                 sweet
                 torments
                 ,
                 the
                 amorous
                 passion
                 wherewith
                 he
                 is
                 taken
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 ressent
                 the
                 dolours
                 of
                 his
                 Mayster
                 ,
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 the
                 markes
                 thereof
                 themselues
                 are
                 imprinted
                 in
                 his
                 stigmatized
                 Body
                 ●hen
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 soowning
                 with
                 ioy
                 ,
                 extasied
                 with
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 and
                 rauished
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 ●orts
                 of
                 felicityes
                 wholy
                 Diuine
                 ,
                 he
                 sequesters
                 
                 himselfe
                 from
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 to
                 approach
                 vnto
                 Heauen
                 .
                 He
                 feeles
                 himselfe
                 to
                 dye
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 without
                 being
                 able
                 notwithstanding
                 to
                 loose
                 his
                 lyfe
                 :
                 for
                 though
                 his
                 wounds
                 be
                 mortall
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 termine
                 at
                 the
                 hart
                 ,
                 yet
                 their
                 cause
                 is
                 immortall
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 dying
                 in
                 his
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 liuing
                 in
                 his
                 death
                 ,
                 he
                 dyes
                 ,
                 he
                 lyues
                 ,
                 without
                 dying
                 ,
                 and
                 without
                 lyuing
                 .
                 Of
                 dying
                 ,
                 what
                 apparence
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 is
                 sunke
                 in
                 the
                 spring
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ?
                 Of
                 lyuing
                 who
                 would
                 belieue
                 it
                 ?
                 Let
                 vs
                 then
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 he
                 dye
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 a
                 Death
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 more
                 sweet
                 then
                 lyfe
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 he
                 liue
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 a
                 lyfe
                 of
                 extasy
                 ,
                 which
                 feeles
                 nothing
                 of
                 the
                 humane
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 sweet
                 Saint
                 ,
                 seeing
                 himselfe
                 vnder
                 the
                 wound
                 of
                 the
                 bloud
                 of
                 his
                 Maister
                 ,
                 belieued
                 verily
                 he
                 should
                 make
                 shipwracke
                 ,
                 through
                 force
                 of
                 desiring
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 in
                 so
                 goodly
                 a
                 sea
                 ,
                 whose
                 tempests
                 were
                 so
                 much
                 the
                 more
                 gratefull
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 loue
                 serued
                 it selfe
                 of
                 his
                 sighes
                 ,
                 to
                 driue
                 away
                 the
                 storme
                 .
                 And
                 in
                 truth
                 ,
                 how
                 could
                 he
                 loose
                 himselfe
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 his
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 whose
                 Crosse
                 serues
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 for
                 a
                 watch-tower
                 ,
                 as
                 for
                 a
                 Hauen
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 torments
                 ,
                 which
                 his
                 wounds
                 haue
                 caused
                 to
                 grow
                 in
                 him
                 ?
                 He
                 would
                 feygne
                 haue
                 found
                 some
                 rocke
                 ,
                 within
                 this
                 sea
                 of
                 loue
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 Pilot
                 
                 who
                 steeres
                 the
                 ship
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 Port
                 of
                 assurance
                 for
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 since
                 he
                 cōmands
                 the
                 winds
                 and
                 tempests
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 pleasure
                 needs
                 must
                 this
                 great
                 Saint
                 take
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 himselfe
                 thus
                 smitten
                 with
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 woūds
                 of
                 his
                 Maister
                 ?
                 The
                 Crosse
                 fayles
                 him
                 ;
                 howsoeuer
                 yet
                 he
                 hath
                 it
                 in
                 the
                 hart
                 .
                 The
                 Crowne
                 of
                 Thornes
                 he
                 misseth
                 ;
                 but
                 what
                 say
                 I
                 ?
                 he
                 weares
                 it
                 in
                 his
                 Soule
                 .
                 But
                 then
                 at
                 least
                 ,
                 he
                 seemes
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 depriued
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 Nayles
                 and
                 Gaule
                 ?
                 I
                 deceiue
                 my selfe
                 .
                 For
                 as
                 for
                 the
                 nayles
                 he
                 caryes
                 the
                 markes
                 thereof
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 in
                 hands
                 ,
                 feet
                 ,
                 as
                 side
                 ;
                 and
                 for
                 gaule
                 ,
                 the
                 tongue
                 takes
                 very
                 greedily
                 the
                 sweet
                 bitternes
                 therof
                 .
                 O
                 great
                 Saint
                 thrice
                 happy
                 !
                 Tel
                 vs
                 the
                 pleasure
                 which
                 is
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 dy
                 so
                 sweetly
                 in
                 the
                 extasies
                 of
                 your
                 felicities
                 ?
                 How
                 irksome
                 needs
                 must
                 life
                 be
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 earth
                 be
                 in
                 contempt
                 with
                 you
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 trāsportation
                 of
                 ioy
                 ,
                 wherunto
                 you
                 are
                 raysed
                 ?
              
               
                 
                   S.
                   Stephen
                
                 hath
                 beheld
                 the
                 Heauens
                 opened
                 ;
                 and
                 you
                 his
                 hart
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 created
                 them
                 .
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 hath
                 seene
                 so
                 admirable
                 things
                 as
                 might
                 not
                 be
                 tould
                 ;
                 and
                 you
                 felt
                 such
                 delicious
                 as
                 cannot
                 be
                 expressed
                 .
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 hath
                 beene
                 dazeled
                 through
                 a
                 beame
                 of
                 glory
                 ;
                 &
                 you
                 by
                 one
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 whose
                 light
                 hauing
                 
                 pierced
                 your
                 darksome
                 body
                 ,
                 hath
                 made
                 it
                 transparent
                 to
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 :
                 so
                 communicating
                 it's
                 diuine
                 qualityes
                 thereinto
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 markes
                 therof
                 remayne
                 eternal
                 .
                 
                   S.
                   Iohn
                
                 hath
                 slept
                 vpon
                 the
                 bosome
                 of
                 his
                 Maister
                 ;
                 and
                 by
                 a
                 sweet
                 transport
                 your
                 hart
                 got
                 through
                 ,
                 and
                 sought
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 bosome
                 of
                 his
                 hart
                 ,
                 your
                 most
                 assured
                 repose
                 .
                 This
                 same
                 disciple
                 hath
                 beene
                 a
                 witnesse
                 of
                 his
                 torments
                 ;
                 and
                 you
                 participant
                 of
                 his
                 paynes
                 ,
                 with
                 this
                 glory
                 yet
                 moreouer
                 ,
                 of
                 bearing
                 as
                 well
                 the
                 wounds
                 in
                 the
                 Soule
                 as
                 the
                 markes
                 on
                 the
                 body
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 your
                 fauours
                 are
                 so
                 deare
                 ,
                 as
                 none
                 dare
                 enuy
                 them
                 for
                 fear
                 of
                 presumption
                 ,
                 though
                 otherwise
                 they
                 be
                 most
                 worthy
                 of
                 enuy
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 wonder
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Death
                 should
                 be
                 displeasing
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dye
                 with
                 pleasure
                 in
                 the
                 life
                 we
                 lead
                 .
                 There
                 are
                 none
                 so
                 blind
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 themselues
                 ,
                 that
                 know
                 not
                 how
                 they
                 dy
                 euery
                 houre
                 ;
                 were
                 it
                 not
                 iust
                 then
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 should
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 that
                 which
                 we
                 are
                 continually
                 a
                 doing
                 ?
                 And
                 wherefore
                 shall
                 we
                 not
                 take
                 pleasure
                 at
                 this
                 thought
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 the
                 most
                 profitable
                 &
                 sweet
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 able
                 to
                 conceiue
                 ?
                 It
                 is
                 impossible
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 thinking
                 of
                 Eternall
                 life
                 which
                 succeds
                 the
                 same
                 :
                 or
                 rather
                 say
                 we
                 ,
                 It
                 is
                 impossible
                 
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 the
                 Soueraigne
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 the
                 imaginary
                 euill
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 And
                 where
                 shall
                 we
                 be
                 finding
                 of
                 thoughts
                 both
                 sweeter
                 and
                 deerer
                 ,
                 then
                 those
                 of
                 our
                 Soueraigne
                 Good
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 raysing
                 of
                 our
                 spirits
                 thither
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 passe
                 into
                 the
                 imaginations
                 and
                 idea's
                 of
                 death
                 ;
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 which
                 shal
                 serue
                 vs
                 for
                 obiect
                 ,
                 shall
                 disperse
                 all
                 those
                 vayne
                 shaddowes
                 ,
                 which
                 subsist
                 not
                 but
                 through
                 a
                 false
                 opiniō
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 starre
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 neuer
                 shewes
                 more
                 bewtifull
                 thē
                 when
                 it
                 hath
                 escaped
                 ,
                 through
                 flight
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 shole
                 of
                 clouds
                 which
                 do
                 hide
                 its
                 light
                 .
                 Those
                 obscure
                 clouds
                 ,
                 so
                 strongly
                 relieue
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 its
                 light
                 ,
                 as
                 thence
                 it
                 appeares
                 to
                 be
                 radiant
                 in
                 excesse
                 .
                 The
                 like
                 may
                 we
                 say
                 of
                 our
                 Reason
                 ,
                 being
                 as
                 the
                 Sunne
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 that
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 it
                 escapes
                 from
                 all
                 these
                 vayne
                 shadowes
                 of
                 feare
                 and
                 dread
                 ,
                 which
                 do
                 veyle
                 its
                 brightnes
                 ;
                 it
                 appeares
                 so
                 shining
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 serues
                 for
                 a
                 torch
                 to
                 passe
                 very
                 confidently
                 withall
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 life
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 The
                 Will
                 loues
                 but
                 the
                 Good
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 Needle
                 that
                 is
                 alwayes
                 a
                 pointing
                 at
                 this
                 Pole.
                 It
                 is
                 the
                 Iron
                 ,
                 which
                 incessantly
                 followes
                 this
                 Adamant
                 ,
                 as
                 its
                 only
                 obiect
                 :
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 are
                 not
                 capable
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 purchase
                 the
                 good
                 which
                 is
                 presented
                 vnto
                 vs
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 false
                 ,
                 imaginary
                 ,
                 or
                 true
                 .
                 And
                 
                 therin
                 is
                 iudgement
                 giuen
                 vs
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 difference
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 from
                 the
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 others
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 ,
                 that
                 life
                 is
                 a
                 false
                 good
                 ,
                 there
                 may
                 no
                 doubt
                 be
                 made
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 foundation
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 then
                 misfortunes
                 &
                 myseries
                 .
                 That
                 it
                 is
                 an
                 imaginary
                 good
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 enforced
                 to
                 belieue
                 ,
                 whiles
                 its
                 pleasures
                 are
                 but
                 of
                 fancyes
                 and
                 dreames
                 .
                 But
                 that
                 death
                 is
                 a
                 true
                 good
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 hould
                 for
                 certaine
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 terme
                 of
                 our
                 exile
                 ,
                 of
                 our
                 captiuity
                 ,
                 of
                 our
                 sufferances
                 .
                 For
                 we
                 cannot
                 enter
                 into
                 glory
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 gate
                 of
                 the
                 tombe
                 ,
                 where
                 being
                 reduced
                 to
                 our
                 nothing
                 ,
                 we
                 returne
                 to
                 our
                 first
                 beginning
                 .
                 Sweet
                 then
                 are
                 the
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 which
                 make
                 the
                 life
                 fastidious
                 and
                 death
                 pleasing
                 ;
                 &
                 yet
                 more
                 sweet
                 the
                 desires
                 ,
                 that
                 termine
                 all
                 our
                 hopes
                 in
                 Heauen
                 .
                 Such
                 as
                 know
                 not
                 the
                 Art
                 of
                 dying
                 well
                 &
                 diliciously
                 ,
                 are
                 vnworthy
                 to
                 liue
                 .
                 Impatience
                 in
                 the
                 expectation
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 is
                 more
                 sensible
                 to
                 a
                 holy
                 Soule
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 greatest
                 pleasures
                 to
                 a
                 man
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 We
                 cannot
                 loue
                 life
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 cherishing
                 the
                 fatall
                 accidents
                 ,
                 that
                 are
                 inseparable
                 from
                 it
                 ,
                 which
                 made
                 Terence
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   he
                   loued
                   not
                   any
                   thing
                   ,
                   of
                   all
                   that
                   which
                   was
                   in
                   him
                   ,
                   but
                   the
                   hope
                   of
                   a
                   speedy
                   dying
                   .
                
              
               
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 greater
                 consolarion
                 
                 in
                 life
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 For
                 were
                 it
                 immortall
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 encombrances
                 that
                 cleaue
                 vnto
                 it
                 ,
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 conditours
                 that
                 are
                 found
                 in
                 nature
                 ,
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 man
                 would
                 prooue
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 most
                 vnfortunate
                 .
                 The
                 afflicted
                 loue
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 sweet
                 expectation
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 others
                 of
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 a
                 second
                 life
                 ,
                 with
                 reason
                 imagining
                 with
                 themselues
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 on
                 earth
                 they
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 some
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 they
                 shal
                 be
                 one
                 day
                 accomplished
                 in
                 Heauen
                 with
                 al
                 desirable
                 delights
                 .
                 And
                 through
                 the
                 good
                 of
                 our
                 death
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 possesse
                 the
                 soueraigne
                 good
                 of
                 eternall
                 life
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 the
                 entry
                 of
                 our
                 felicity
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 passage
                 from
                 the
                 false
                 and
                 imaginary
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 true
                 and
                 alwayes
                 permanent
                 .
                 He
                 is
                 yet
                 vnborne
                 ,
                 whose
                 hart
                 being
                 glutted
                 with
                 al
                 sorts
                 of
                 contentments
                 ,
                 hath
                 neuer
                 gaped
                 after
                 new
                 pleasures
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 Soule
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 how
                 happy
                 soeuer
                 it
                 thinke
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 that
                 points
                 not
                 its
                 pretensions
                 beyond
                 that
                 same
                 which
                 it
                 possesseth
                 .
                 We
                 hold
                 it
                 good
                 to
                 be
                 rich
                 ,
                 our
                 desires
                 are
                 alwayes
                 in
                 chase
                 of
                 Good.
                 We
                 are
                 raysed
                 to
                 the
                 top
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 dignities
                 ;
                 we
                 build
                 new
                 Thrones
                 in
                 our
                 imagination
                 ,
                 not
                 finding
                 on
                 earth
                 scope
                 inough
                 to
                 satisfy
                 our
                 Ambition
                 withall
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 mā
                 hath
                 alwaies
                 vnrest
                 in
                 the
                 repose
                 ,
                 which
                 
                 he
                 hath
                 once
                 proposed
                 to
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 which
                 makes
                 vs
                 sensibly
                 to
                 perceiue
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 our
                 desires
                 ,
                 is
                 forth
                 of
                 nature
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 if
                 we
                 sigh
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 our
                 felicityes
                 ,
                 it
                 can
                 be
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 hope
                 we
                 haue
                 to
                 possesse
                 some
                 greater
                 then
                 they
                 .
                 We
                 haue
                 lyued
                 long
                 inough
                 then
                 ,
                 in
                 Tantalus
                 his
                 Hel
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 are
                 continually
                 a
                 thirst
                 ,
                 without
                 being
                 euer
                 able
                 to
                 drinke
                 .
                 We
                 must
                 be
                 vsing
                 of
                 some
                 violence
                 with
                 our selues
                 ,
                 and
                 go
                 couragiously
                 before
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 which
                 withhouldes
                 this
                 second
                 life
                 from
                 vs
                 ,
                 wherein
                 abides
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 our
                 happines
                 .
              
               
                 
                   To
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 wynd
                 the
                 last
                 sigh
                 of
                 our
                 miseries
                 .
                 
                   To
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 partition
                 of
                 our selues
                 ,
                 commending
                 the
                 body
                 to
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 Soule
                 vnto
                 Heauen
                 .
                 
                   To
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 bid
                 a
                 last
                 adieu
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 preferring
                 the
                 company
                 of
                 Angels
                 before
                 that
                 of
                 men
                 .
                 
                   To
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 vnhappy
                 .
                 
                   To
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 despoyle
                 vs
                 of
                 our
                 infirmities
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 reuest
                 vs
                 with
                 a
                 nature
                 exempt
                 from
                 sufferances
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 leades
                 vs
                 to
                 the
                 spring
                 of
                 life
                 !
                 O
                 sweet
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 giues
                 vs
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 glory
                 in
                 exchange
                 of
                 a
                 moment
                 of
                 dolour
                 !
                 O
                 sweet
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 makes
                 vs
                 to
                 reuiue
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 felicity
                 immortall
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 yee
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 thinke
                 then
                 
                 alwayes
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 tast
                 with
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 the
                 sweetnes
                 of
                 life
                 .
                 For
                 it
                 shal
                 be
                 euen
                 in
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 shal
                 receiue
                 the
                 Crowne
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 others
                 ;
                 you
                 may
                 sigh
                 long
                 inough
                 in
                 your
                 chaynes
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 neuer
                 like
                 to
                 be
                 delyuered
                 thence
                 ,
                 if
                 death
                 come
                 not
                 to
                 breake
                 the
                 gates
                 of
                 your
                 prison
                 .
                 Go
                 before
                 it
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 carry
                 in
                 your
                 countenance
                 the
                 desire
                 of
                 meeting
                 it
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 a
                 feare
                 to
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 We
                 should
                 suffer
                 with
                 a
                 good
                 cheere
                 ,
                 that
                 same
                 which
                 we
                 must
                 of
                 necessity
                 endure
                 .
                 What
                 say
                 I
                 endure
                 ?
                 Were
                 it
                 a
                 payne
                 ,
                 to
                 approach
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 ones
                 euils
                 ?
                 Were
                 it
                 a
                 payne
                 to
                 become
                 for
                 euer
                 exempt
                 from
                 their
                 sufferances
                 ?
                 Let
                 vs
                 rather
                 say
                 ,
                 a
                 Contentment
                 ,
                 since
                 thereby
                 do
                 we
                 get
                 forth
                 of
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 ioy
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 call
                 it
                 a
                 Happines
                 ,
                 since
                 so
                 we
                 do
                 abandone
                 the
                 dwelling
                 of
                 misfortunes
                 ,
                 to
                 liue
                 eternally
                 in
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 felicities
                 of
                 Heauen
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 That
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 contentment
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 DEATH
                 hath
                 it's
                 delights
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Lyfe
                 .
                 Iob
                 was
                 neuer
                 more
                 happy
                 ,
                 nor
                 more
                 content
                 then
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 saw
                 himselfe
                 vpon
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 his
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 oppressed
                 vnder
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 his
                 miseries
                 .
                 He
                 dyed
                 so
                 deliciously
                 in
                 the
                 depth
                 of
                 his
                 dolours
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 would
                 haue
                 suffered
                 alwayes
                 ,
                 and
                 haue
                 dyed
                 incessantly
                 in
                 that
                 manner
                 .
                 His
                 wounds
                 serued
                 him
                 as
                 a
                 mirrour
                 to
                 his
                 loue
                 .
                 For
                 in
                 looking
                 thereinto
                 ,
                 he
                 became
                 amourous
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 but
                 yet
                 loued
                 he
                 not
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 dye
                 continually
                 :
                 so
                 pleasing
                 was
                 death
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 therby
                 to
                 obey
                 him
                 who
                 had
                 imposed
                 that
                 law
                 vpon
                 him
                 .
                 Loue
                 changes
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 things
                 .
                 From
                 the
                 tyme
                 that
                 a
                 Soule
                 is
                 chastly
                 taken
                 with
                 this
                 passion
                 ,
                 it
                 neuer
                 suffers
                 for
                 the
                 subiect
                 which
                 it
                 loues
                 .
                 The
                 paynes
                 and
                 torments
                 therof
                 are
                 changing
                 the
                 name
                 &
                 quality
                 within
                 the
                 hart
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 Roses
                 rather
                 then
                 Thornes
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 it
                 sigh
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 ioy
                 
                 and
                 not
                 of
                 payne
                 :
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 necessary
                 to
                 dy
                 ,
                 to
                 conserue
                 this
                 louely
                 cause
                 of
                 its
                 life
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 no
                 death
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 meere
                 rap●
                 of
                 contentment
                 which
                 seuers
                 it
                 from
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 in
                 fauour
                 of
                 another
                 selfe
                 ,
                 which
                 its
                 loues
                 more
                 then
                 it selfe
                 :
                 In
                 such
                 wise
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 begins
                 to
                 liue
                 content
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 point
                 it
                 begins
                 to
                 dye
                 in
                 ;
                 or
                 rather
                 to
                 take
                 its
                 flight
                 ,
                 towards
                 the
                 obiect
                 it
                 hath
                 proposed
                 to
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 full
                 perfection
                 of
                 its
                 loue
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 this
                 goodly
                 verity
                 ,
                 do
                 I
                 draw
                 this
                 lyke
                 consequence
                 .
                 That
                 the
                 hearts
                 wounded
                 with
                 diuine
                 loue
                 do
                 neuer
                 sigh
                 in
                 their
                 torments
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 apprehension
                 they
                 haue
                 of
                 their
                 short
                 durance
                 :
                 &
                 Death
                 ,
                 which
                 to
                 vs
                 seemes
                 so
                 foule
                 and
                 deformed
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 sudden
                 ,
                 changing
                 it's
                 countenance
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 respect
                 appeares
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 more
                 beautifull
                 then
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Whence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 are
                 alwayes
                 thinking
                 thereon
                 ,
                 to
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 content
                 ;
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 point
                 where
                 their
                 paynes
                 do
                 termine
                 ,
                 &
                 where
                 their
                 felicityes
                 begin
                 .
                 The
                 most
                 pleasing
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 which
                 our
                 spirit
                 can
                 tell
                 which
                 way
                 to
                 conceyue
                 ,
                 can
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 obiect
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 contentment
                 ,
                 of
                 profit
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 vertue
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 the
                 three
                 sorts
                 of
                 goods
                 whereto
                 our
                 will
                 is
                 tyed
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 ,
                 where
                 shall
                 we
                 find
                 more
                 pleasure
                 
                 then
                 in
                 the
                 thought
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 great
                 day
                 of
                 our
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 take
                 possession
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ?
                 Where
                 more
                 profit
                 ,
                 then
                 in
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 thought
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 soueraygne
                 good
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 But
                 ,
                 the
                 End
                 ,
                 and
                 Obiect
                 thereof
                 ?
                 And
                 where
                 more
                 vertue
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 thinke
                 alwayes
                 of
                 Death
                 ;
                 whilest
                 with
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 these
                 sweet
                 thoughts
                 we
                 triumph
                 ouer
                 vice
                 ?
                 I
                 belieue
                 it
                 is
                 impossible
                 to
                 tast
                 pleasures
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 in
                 regard
                 these
                 delights
                 are
                 continually
                 a
                 flying
                 away
                 ,
                 and
                 incessantly
                 dy
                 with
                 vs
                 :
                 in
                 such
                 wise
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 we
                 cannot
                 ressent
                 the
                 contentments
                 but
                 within
                 their
                 fruit
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 running
                 alwayes
                 after
                 them
                 ;
                 they
                 are
                 rather
                 displeasures
                 ,
                 then
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 we
                 hold
                 there
                 are
                 no
                 greater
                 delights
                 ,
                 thē
                 those
                 of
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 being
                 the
                 only
                 meane
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 eternall
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 resent
                 vnto
                 my selfe
                 
                   S.
                   Laurence
                
                 extended
                 vpon
                 the
                 deuouring
                 flames
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 more
                 burned
                 with
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 his
                 loue
                 ,
                 then
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 punishment
                 ,
                 how
                 he
                 cryes
                 out
                 with
                 a
                 cheerefull
                 voyce
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 heates
                 which
                 consume
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 turned
                 on
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 thought
                 he
                 should
                 not
                 dye
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 halfes
                 ,
                 being
                 so
                 but
                 halfe
                 burned
                 ;
                 I
                 do
                 feele
                 my selfe
                 rauished
                 
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 iumps
                 of
                 ioy
                 ,
                 that
                 transported
                 him
                 .
                 Death
                 is
                 so
                 welcome
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 deliciously
                 roles
                 his
                 body
                 on
                 the
                 coles
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 were
                 very
                 beds
                 of
                 Roses
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 any
                 payne
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 not
                 suffering
                 it
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 his
                 life
                 being
                 all
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 finds
                 its
                 element
                 in
                 the
                 fire
                 that
                 consumes
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 he
                 sighes
                 of
                 gladnes
                 in
                 the
                 height
                 of
                 his
                 torments
                 .
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 how
                 shall
                 he
                 expire
                 admidst
                 those
                 heats
                 ,
                 if
                 his
                 hart
                 be
                 all
                 aflame
                 already
                 ,
                 &
                 his
                 Soule
                 of
                 Fire
                 ?
                 For
                 if
                 he
                 were
                 to
                 be
                 turned
                 into
                 ashes
                 ,
                 the
                 stronger
                 must
                 needs
                 preuayle
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 he
                 cannot
                 be
                 consumed
                 ,
                 but
                 through
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 his
                 loue
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 encounter
                 !
                 O
                 welcome
                 combat
                 !
                 And
                 yet
                 more
                 deere
                 the
                 Triumph
                 !
                 Death
                 assayles
                 him
                 with
                 flames
                 ,
                 it
                 assaults
                 him
                 with
                 heats
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 fire
                 wherewith
                 he
                 is
                 holily
                 burned
                 ,
                 triumphes
                 ,
                 &
                 reduceth
                 him
                 to
                 ashes
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 render
                 them
                 as
                 cōsecrated
                 .
                 This
                 great
                 Martyr
                 neuer
                 tasted
                 in
                 his
                 life
                 more
                 sweet
                 pleasures
                 thē
                 that
                 of
                 feeling
                 himselfe
                 to
                 dy
                 vpon
                 this
                 bed
                 of
                 flames
                 ,
                 because
                 resenting
                 death
                 ,
                 he
                 felt
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 immortall
                 life
                 ,
                 wherof
                 he
                 made
                 himselfe
                 a
                 crowne
                 .
              
               
                 Kings
                 ,
                 Princes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 raysed
                 to
                 some
                 great
                 fortune
                 ,
                 confesse
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 great
                 pleasure
                 to
                 dy
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 dy
                 euery
                 hore
                 
                 so
                 sweetly
                 amidst
                 their
                 greatnesses
                 .
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 
                   so
                   sweetly
                
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 spirits
                 and
                 their
                 senses
                 are
                 so
                 strongly
                 occupyed
                 with
                 their
                 continuall
                 ioyes
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Clocke
                 which
                 keepes
                 accompt
                 of
                 the
                 houres
                 of
                 our
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 may
                 sound
                 long
                 inough
                 its
                 24.
                 houres
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 heed
                 it
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 if
                 they
                 were
                 starke
                 deafe
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 night
                 full
                 of
                 horrour
                 ,
                 which
                 represents
                 to
                 vs
                 the
                 same
                 of
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 cānot
                 fright
                 them
                 any
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 if
                 they
                 were
                 quite
                 blind
                 .
                 Needs
                 must
                 the
                 charmes
                 of
                 their
                 pleasures
                 be
                 strong
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 insensible
                 to
                 that
                 which
                 toucheth
                 them
                 so
                 neere
                 .
                 
                   S.
                   Augustin
                
                 sayd
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 aspersed
                 a
                 kind
                 of
                 leprosy
                 on
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 which
                 euen
                 benummed
                 all
                 the
                 senses
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 Potentats
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 all
                 their
                 sighes
                 ,
                 all
                 their
                 actions
                 do
                 but
                 carry
                 the
                 countenance
                 of
                 Death
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 &
                 yet
                 perceyue
                 they
                 no
                 whit
                 therof
                 .
                 A
                 strange
                 thing
                 !
                 To
                 liue
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 lyfe
                 at
                 any
                 tyme
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 to
                 liue
                 and
                 dy
                 is
                 but
                 one
                 thing
                 !
                 It
                 is
                 yet
                 true
                 notwithstanding
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 dye
                 without
                 euer
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ;
                 wherin
                 do
                 we
                 spoile
                 our selues
                 of
                 the
                 sweetest
                 contentments
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 because
                 our
                 whole
                 felicity
                 consists
                 in
                 dying
                 well
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 meanes
                 to
                 incurre
                 a
                 glorious
                 death
                 is
                 alwaies
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 the
                 miseries
                 
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 to
                 be
                 encouraged
                 through
                 hope
                 ,
                 to
                 possesse
                 the
                 eternall
                 glory
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 vnto
                 vs.
                 We
                 do
                 naturally
                 loue
                 our selues
                 with
                 so
                 strong
                 affections
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 powers
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 are
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 burst
                 the
                 chaynes
                 thereof
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 more
                 mighty
                 proofes
                 may
                 we
                 affoard
                 of
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 thinking
                 continually
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 same
                 is
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 our
                 Triumph
                 ?
                 
                   When
                   shall
                   I
                   begin
                   to
                   liue
                   not
                   to
                   dye
                   for
                   euer
                   ?
                
                 sayth
                 the
                 Royall
                 Prophet
                 .
                 Our
                 lyfe
                 is
                 a
                 continuall
                 combat
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 our
                 Death
                 is
                 that
                 of
                 our
                 Victorie
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 though
                 they
                 were
                 in
                 the
                 thickest
                 of
                 the
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 alwaies
                 in
                 the
                 action
                 of
                 defending
                 themselues
                 ,
                 yet
                 in
                 this
                 warre
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 thought
                 themselues
                 very
                 happy
                 to
                 find
                 the
                 occasion
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 might
                 make
                 to
                 appeare
                 the
                 last
                 endeauours
                 of
                 their
                 courage
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 torments
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 they
                 found
                 in
                 Death
                 the
                 crowne
                 of
                 immortall
                 lyfe
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 cruell
                 the
                 attendāce
                 !
              
               
                 As
                 often
                 as
                 we
                 carry
                 our
                 thoughtes
                 beyond
                 nature
                 ,
                 and
                 euen
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 our
                 spirit
                 remaines
                 wholy
                 satisfyed
                 therewith
                 ,
                 because
                 that
                 in
                 this
                 diuine
                 pitch
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 sees
                 it selfe
                 eleuated
                 aboue
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 it
                 begins
                 to
                 liue
                 the
                 lyfe
                 of
                 Angells
                 .
                 The
                 earth
                 
                 is
                 in
                 contempt
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 when
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 it's
                 body
                 fall
                 off
                 in
                 their
                 first
                 condition
                 ,
                 it
                 suffers
                 their
                 tyranny
                 through
                 constraint
                 .
                 So
                 that
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 permitted
                 vs
                 at
                 all
                 moments
                 to
                 abādon
                 the
                 world
                 in
                 thought
                 ,
                 to
                 haue
                 thereby
                 some
                 feeling
                 of
                 heauenly
                 delights
                 ;
                 should
                 we
                 be
                 our
                 enemies
                 so
                 farre
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 contemne
                 these
                 diuine
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 in
                 groueling
                 without
                 cease
                 in
                 our
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 while
                 the
                 only
                 meanes
                 to
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 thinke
                 on
                 Death
                 ;
                 since
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 way
                 in
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 to
                 fynd
                 the
                 felicity
                 we
                 seeke
                 for
                 ?
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 piously
                 say
                 that
                 the
                 Virgin
                 purest
                 ,
                 &
                 most
                 holy
                 liued
                 on
                 earth
                 a
                 lyfe
                 litle
                 differing
                 from
                 that
                 lyfe
                 which
                 is
                 liued
                 in
                 Heauen
                 ;
                 her
                 spirit
                 all
                 diuine
                 intertayned
                 it selfe
                 alwayes
                 with
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 with
                 God
                 himself
                 ;
                 while
                 she
                 had
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 bearing
                 him
                 within
                 her
                 sacred
                 wombe
                 ,
                 or
                 in
                 her
                 armes
                 ;
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 her
                 life
                 was
                 a
                 voluntary
                 Death
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 seeing
                 that
                 through
                 loue
                 ,
                 she
                 tooke
                 no
                 pleasure
                 but
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 possesse
                 more
                 perfectly
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 of
                 her
                 lyfe
                 .
                 She
                 prized
                 not
                 her
                 dayes
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 expectation
                 of
                 their
                 last
                 night
                 ,
                 as
                 knowing
                 its
                 darknes
                 was
                 to
                 produce
                 the
                 brightnes
                 of
                 an
                 eternal
                 day
                 ,
                 wherof
                 herselfe
                 had
                 beene
                 the
                 Aurora
                 .
                 O
                 how
                 sweet
                 would
                 
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 liue
                 in
                 that
                 sort
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 dye
                 deliciously
                 !
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 life
                 truly
                 immortall
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 if
                 death
                 afford
                 vs
                 immortality
                 ?
                 
                   How
                   fastidious
                   is
                   the
                   life
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                
                 the
                 Prophet
                 cryes
                 ?
                 Let
                 vs
                 now
                 then
                 be
                 ioyning
                 our
                 voyce
                 to
                 his
                 cryes
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 death
                 only
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 wished
                 for
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 holy
                 Soules
                 ,
                 which
                 in
                 imitation
                 of
                 my
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 haue
                 adorned
                 thēselues
                 with
                 thornes
                 ,
                 haue
                 been
                 turning
                 the
                 face
                 to
                 the
                 tombwards
                 ,
                 there
                 to
                 gather
                 Roses
                 .
                 With
                 death
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 termine
                 their
                 dearest
                 hopes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 liue
                 content
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 not
                 but
                 through
                 the
                 sweet
                 hope
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 yee
                 prophane
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 sacrifice
                 not
                 but
                 to
                 voluptuousnes
                 ,
                 pull
                 off
                 the
                 hood
                 of
                 passion
                 that
                 thus
                 blinds
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 destroy
                 those
                 aultars
                 of
                 Idolatry
                 ,
                 whereon
                 you
                 immolate
                 your selues
                 ,
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 for
                 punishment
                 of
                 your
                 crymes
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 will
                 know
                 the
                 true
                 pleasure
                 indeed
                 ,
                 it
                 consists
                 of
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 the
                 Spring
                 that
                 produceth
                 our
                 delights
                 .
                 Our
                 Crownes
                 are
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 their
                 cariere
                 ,
                 nor
                 shall
                 we
                 euer
                 come
                 to
                 possesse
                 the
                 Soueraygne
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 which
                 we
                 aspire
                 with
                 so
                 much
                 feruour
                 and
                 vnrest
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 
                   When
                   shall
                   I
                   cease
                   to
                   lyue
                   with
                   men
                   ,
                
                 sayth
                 Dauid
                 ?
                 He
                 is
                 euen
                 
                 troubled
                 amidst
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 His
                 Scepter
                 and
                 his
                 Crowne
                 are
                 so
                 contemptible
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 would
                 willingly
                 change
                 his
                 Throne
                 with
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 Iob
                 ,
                 on
                 condition
                 to
                 dye
                 with
                 his
                 constancy
                 .
                 To
                 liue
                 ,
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 to
                 be
                 sequestred
                 from
                 that
                 which
                 one
                 loues
                 :
                 and
                 after
                 God
                 ,
                 what
                 may
                 we
                 loue
                 ?
                 After
                 him
                 what
                 may
                 we
                 desire
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 now
                 these
                 holy
                 affections
                 &
                 these
                 diuine
                 wishes
                 cannot
                 looke
                 on
                 glory
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 passing
                 by
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 thinke
                 continually
                 on
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 the
                 way
                 we
                 take
                 ,
                 &
                 which
                 we
                 are
                 yet
                 to
                 make
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 meane
                 to
                 render
                 vs
                 content
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 are
                 inseparable
                 from
                 the
                 eternall
                 felicity
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 vs.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 it
                 belongeth
                 but
                 only
                 to
                 good
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 to
                 thinke
                 continually
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 IIII.
                 
              
               
                 SVCH
                 as
                 know
                 the
                 Art
                 of
                 familiarizing
                 death
                 with
                 life
                 ,
                 through
                 continual
                 remēbrance
                 of
                 their
                 end
                 ,
                 do
                 neuer
                 change
                 the
                 countenance
                 in
                 any
                 perils
                 .
                 
                 They
                 looke
                 to
                 resume
                 both
                 their
                 bloud
                 ,
                 and
                 life
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 eyes
                 they
                 behold
                 the
                 things
                 which
                 are
                 agreable
                 to
                 them
                 :
                 so
                 as
                 they
                 remayne
                 inuincible
                 in
                 their
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 knowledge
                 they
                 haue
                 of
                 their
                 condition
                 .
                 Wounds
                 neuer
                 hurt
                 their
                 soules
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 maladies
                 wherewith
                 they
                 may
                 be
                 touched
                 ,
                 afflict
                 but
                 their
                 body
                 only
                 .
                 Their
                 good
                 Spirit
                 habituated
                 with
                 the
                 ordinary
                 encounter
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 sad
                 accidents
                 inseparable
                 from
                 life
                 ,
                 tasts
                 their
                 bitternes
                 in
                 its
                 turne
                 ,
                 and
                 feeles
                 their
                 thornes
                 without
                 any
                 murmuring
                 .
                 The
                 end
                 of
                 all
                 actions
                 ought
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 first
                 ayme
                 of
                 the
                 iudgement
                 that
                 conceiues
                 them
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 will
                 shun
                 the
                 griefe
                 of
                 hauing
                 done
                 them
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 capable
                 of
                 reason
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 to
                 serue
                 our selues
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 consider
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 our
                 mortall
                 and
                 transitory
                 condition
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 continuall
                 obiect
                 of
                 our
                 end
                 ,
                 may
                 serue
                 as
                 a
                 condition
                 &
                 meanes
                 to
                 arriue
                 happily
                 thereunto
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 wiser
                 sort
                 are
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 repent
                 at
                 least
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 done
                 ;
                 &
                 true
                 wisedome
                 consists
                 in
                 not
                 cōmitting
                 folly
                 .
                 And
                 what
                 more
                 great
                 may
                 a
                 man
                 admit
                 ,
                 thē
                 that
                 ,
                 to
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 end
                 where
                 all
                 our
                 actions
                 receiue
                 their
                 prize
                 or
                 payne
                 ?
                 
                   Remember
                   thou
                   Death
                
                 (
                 the
                 Wisemā
                 
                 sayth
                 )
                 
                   and
                   thou
                   shalt
                   neuer
                   syn
                
                 .
                 O
                 glorious
                 remembrāce
                 ,
                 who
                 raisest
                 vs
                 to
                 so
                 high
                 a
                 degree
                 of
                 honour
                 ,
                 as
                 neuer
                 to
                 offend
                 God
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 only
                 perfection
                 of
                 the
                 Soule
                 ,
                 next
                 to
                 the
                 knowing
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 louing
                 him
                 withall
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 which
                 changest
                 our
                 frayle
                 and
                 guilty
                 Nature
                 into
                 one
                 which
                 is
                 wholy
                 innocent
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 remembrance
                 that
                 makest
                 vs
                 deliciously
                 to
                 breath
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 Grace
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 liue
                 in
                 the
                 estate
                 to
                 dye
                 euery
                 hower
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 liue
                 eternally
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 which
                 on
                 earth
                 makest
                 vs
                 the
                 inhabitants
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ?
                 O
                 glorious
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Spirit
                 finds
                 both
                 its
                 Good
                 ,
                 and
                 repose
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 represent
                 to
                 my selfe
                 the
                 pittiful
                 estate
                 of
                 our
                 Condition
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 afrayd
                 of
                 my selfe
                 :
                 for
                 disasters
                 and
                 miseryes
                 do
                 so
                 attend
                 vs
                 at
                 the
                 heeles
                 ,
                 as
                 there
                 is
                 almost
                 no
                 medium
                 betweene
                 dying
                 and
                 lyuing
                 .
                 We
                 sigh
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 the
                 whole
                 ayre
                 we
                 breath
                 ,
                 &
                 our
                 very
                 being
                 that
                 so
                 tumbles
                 alwayes
                 towards
                 its
                 end
                 ,
                 wisheth
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 s
                 not
                 being
                 ,
                 whither
                 euery
                 instant
                 leades
                 it
                 without
                 intermission
                 .
                 What
                 better
                 thoughtes
                 may
                 we
                 now
                 conceiue
                 ,
                 then
                 of
                 these
                 verities
                 ;
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 too
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 borne
                 vnhappy
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 liue
                 miserable
                 ,
                 vntill
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 dying
                 ?
                 And
                 the
                 only
                 meane
                 to
                 change
                 this
                 misery
                 
                 into
                 happines
                 ,
                 is
                 euery
                 moment
                 to
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 of
                 falling
                 euer
                 into
                 neglect
                 ,
                 or
                 forgetfulnes
                 of
                 our selues
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 feeble
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 dare
                 not
                 carry
                 their
                 thoughts
                 vnto
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 cariere
                 of
                 their
                 life
                 ;
                 they
                 euen
                 faynt
                 in
                 the
                 mid
                 way
                 ;
                 their
                 shadow
                 affrights
                 them
                 ;
                 they
                 feare
                 euery
                 thing
                 they
                 imagine
                 ,
                 without
                 considering
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 their
                 feare
                 subsists
                 not
                 but
                 in
                 their
                 fancy
                 only
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 by
                 that
                 meanes
                 ,
                 to
                 become
                 ingenious
                 to
                 torment
                 themselues
                 .
                 To
                 feare
                 death
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 feare
                 that
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 mere
                 priuatiō
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 haue
                 a
                 further
                 feare
                 of
                 the
                 thought
                 is
                 to
                 fly
                 the
                 shadow
                 of
                 his
                 shadow
                 which
                 is
                 nothing
                 .
                 Wherein
                 these
                 Spirits
                 do
                 but
                 feed
                 their
                 owne
                 weaknes
                 ,
                 liuing
                 in
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 dying
                 in
                 their
                 life
                 ,
                 without
                 dreaming
                 once
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 But
                 what
                 goodly
                 matter
                 (
                 will
                 they
                 say
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 mayntaine
                 their
                 errour
                 )
                 for
                 one
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 naturally
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 abhors
                 ?
                 Is
                 it
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 miserable
                 inough
                 to
                 be
                 borne
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 lyue
                 ,
                 &
                 dye
                 in
                 myseries
                 ,
                 without
                 one
                 be
                 burying
                 his
                 spirit
                 before
                 his
                 Body
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 continual
                 memory
                 of
                 his
                 end
                 ?
                 It
                 is
                 euen
                 as
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 make
                 ones
                 selfe
                 vnhappy
                 before
                 hand
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 dreame
                 of
                 the
                 euils
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 cānot
                 auoyd
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 inough
                 to
                 endure
                 thē
                 constantly
                 ,
                 when
                 
                 they
                 arriue
                 ,
                 without
                 going
                 to
                 meet
                 with
                 thē
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 could
                 euer
                 arriue
                 too
                 late
                 .
              
               
                 Feeble
                 apparences
                 of
                 Reason
                 !
                 Admit
                 that
                 Nature
                 abhorres
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 this
                 strait
                 vniō
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 with
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 know
                 we
                 not
                 also
                 how
                 this
                 nature
                 ,
                 blind
                 in
                 all
                 its
                 passions
                 ,
                 and
                 brutish
                 in
                 all
                 its
                 feelings
                 ,
                 takes
                 alwayes
                 the
                 false
                 good
                 for
                 the
                 true
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 worke
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 Senses
                 ,
                 which
                 as
                 materiall
                 ,
                 take
                 its
                 part
                 ?
                 To
                 belieue
                 now
                 that
                 our
                 miseryes
                 augment
                 ,
                 by
                 this
                 thought
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 lyue
                 &
                 dye
                 miserable
                 ,
                 were
                 much
                 ;
                 while
                 on
                 the
                 cōtrary
                 we
                 do
                 blunt
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 their
                 thornes
                 ,
                 in
                 so
                 thinking
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 in
                 regard
                 this
                 continuall
                 consideration
                 of
                 our
                 misfortunes
                 in
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 makes
                 vs
                 to
                 take
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 vertue
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 attayning
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 the
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 felicity
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 To
                 imagine
                 it
                 also
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 griefe
                 ,
                 to
                 dreame
                 assiduously
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 an
                 ineuitable
                 euill
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 meere
                 imaginatiō
                 which
                 cannot
                 subsist
                 ,
                 but
                 within
                 it selfe
                 .
                 For
                 we
                 are
                 neuer
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 of
                 a
                 necessary
                 good
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 of
                 an
                 infallible
                 euill
                 ,
                 since
                 otherwise
                 ,
                 it
                 i●
                 nothing
                 of
                 it selfe
                 .
                 We
                 should
                 only
                 represent
                 to
                 our selues
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 change
                 both
                 condition
                 and
                 life
                 ;
                 and
                 how
                 this
                 change
                 ,
                 can
                 be
                 no
                 wayes
                 made
                 ,
                 but
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 our
                 course
                 ▪
                 whither
                 we
                 are
                 continually
                 running
                 
                 and
                 that
                 without
                 pause
                 awhit
                 .
                 Our
                 being
                 of
                 it selfe
                 destroyes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 litle
                 ,
                 withall
                 things
                 els
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 besides
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 funerall
                 Torch
                 burning
                 by
                 a
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 that
                 shines
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 the
                 wax
                 of
                 our
                 body
                 lasts
                 ,
                 while
                 euen
                 the
                 least
                 blast
                 of
                 disaster
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 extinguish
                 it
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 For
                 howbeit
                 the
                 earth
                 be
                 large
                 and
                 spacious
                 ,
                 yet
                 hath
                 it
                 noe
                 voyd
                 place
                 ,
                 in
                 its
                 whole
                 extent
                 ,
                 but
                 where
                 to
                 point
                 euery
                 one
                 his
                 Tombe
                 ;
                 euen
                 as
                 nature
                 ,
                 which
                 though
                 fruitfull
                 of
                 it selfe
                 to
                 produce
                 many
                 wonders
                 ,
                 yet
                 finds
                 an
                 impotency
                 withall
                 to
                 engender
                 twice
                 its
                 lyuing
                 workes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Fables
                 informe
                 vs
                 well
                 ,
                 how
                 Euridice
                 was
                 delyuered
                 from
                 her
                 chaines
                 in
                 Hell
                 but
                 not
                 from
                 her
                 prison
                 ;
                 she
                 had
                 the
                 power
                 to
                 approach
                 vnto
                 the
                 bounds
                 of
                 the
                 dismall
                 place
                 of
                 her
                 captiuity
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 to
                 set
                 her selfe
                 at
                 liberty
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 Poets
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 Empire
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 established
                 to
                 themselues
                 ,
                 haue
                 religiously
                 held
                 this
                 inuiolable
                 law
                 ,
                 of
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 dye
                 twice
                 ;
                 with
                 what
                 respect
                 ought
                 we
                 to
                 adore
                 the
                 truth
                 so
                 knowne
                 to
                 euery
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 sensible
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ?
                 And
                 the
                 knowledge
                 which
                 we
                 haue
                 thereof
                 ,
                 should
                 vncessantly
                 draw
                 our
                 pirits
                 ,
                 to
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 they
                 sstray
                 not
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 labyrinths
                 of
                 sin
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 
                 the
                 only
                 Death
                 of
                 the
                 Soule
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 represent
                 to
                 my selfe
                 the
                 faces
                 ,
                 which
                 these
                 men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 do
                 make
                 when
                 they
                 are
                 spoken
                 to
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 much
                 ado
                 to
                 belieue
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 capable
                 of
                 reason
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 faile
                 thereof
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 consideration
                 of
                 this
                 important
                 verity
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 meere
                 putrefaction
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 little
                 dust
                 ,
                 ready
                 to
                 be
                 cast
                 into
                 the
                 wind
                 in
                 the
                 twinckling
                 of
                 an
                 eye
                 :
                 That
                 walke
                 they
                 where
                 they
                 will
                 ,
                 they
                 but
                 trample
                 their
                 Tombe
                 vnderfoote
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 earth
                 seemes
                 to
                 chalēge
                 its
                 earth
                 whereof
                 they
                 are
                 moulded
                 and
                 framed
                 .
                 They
                 shut
                 their
                 eares
                 to
                 the
                 discourses
                 that
                 are
                 made
                 to
                 them
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 are
                 one
                 day
                 to
                 incurre
                 ;
                 and
                 open
                 them
                 to
                 hearken
                 to
                 the
                 Clocke
                 ,
                 whose
                 houres
                 &
                 minutes
                 insensibly
                 cōduct
                 them
                 into
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 whither
                 willingly
                 they
                 would
                 neuer
                 go
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 howbeit
                 they
                 are
                 hasting
                 euery
                 moment
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 yet
                 they
                 dare
                 not
                 be
                 casting
                 their
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 they
                 hould
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 sight
                 could
                 forward
                 their
                 paces
                 :
                 wherin
                 truly
                 ,
                 I
                 can
                 not
                 abide
                 ,
                 nor
                 excuse
                 their
                 pusillanimity
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 danger
                 whereinto
                 they
                 put
                 themselues
                 ,
                 produceth
                 an
                 irreparable
                 domage
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 same
                 is
                 an
                 infallible
                 maxime
                 ,
                 That
                 such
                 as
                 neuer
                 dreame
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 do
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 forasmuch
                 as
                 one
                 cannot
                 come
                 at
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 Death
                 onely
                 .
                 On
                 the
                 other-side
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 thinke
                 euer
                 of
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 which
                 should
                 crowne
                 our
                 workes
                 ,
                 were
                 as
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 contemne
                 the
                 meanes
                 of
                 our
                 Saluation
                 and
                 so
                 to
                 forget
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 who
                 with
                 his
                 proper
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 hath
                 ransomed
                 ours
                 .
                 The
                 eye
                 cannot
                 see
                 at
                 one
                 and
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 tyme
                 two
                 different
                 obiects
                 ,
                 in
                 distance
                 one
                 from
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 The
                 lyke
                 may
                 we
                 say
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 though
                 it's
                 powers
                 be
                 diuerse
                 ,
                 yet
                 can
                 it
                 not
                 fasten
                 its
                 affections
                 vpon
                 two
                 subiects
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 vnequall
                 and
                 seuerall
                 one
                 from
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 loue
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 then
                 is
                 Heauen
                 in
                 contempt
                 with
                 it
                 :
                 if
                 it
                 haue
                 an
                 extreme
                 passion
                 of
                 selfe-loue
                 to
                 its
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 the
                 discourses
                 of
                 death
                 are
                 dreadfull
                 to
                 it
                 .
                 And
                 by
                 how
                 much
                 it
                 sequesters
                 it selfe
                 from
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 its
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 lesse
                 approacheth
                 it
                 to
                 God
                 through
                 those
                 very
                 thoghts
                 .
                 
                   Lord
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   thinke
                   of
                   my
                   last
                   dayes
                
                 (
                 sayd
                 the
                 Prophet
                 )
                 
                   for
                   to
                   remember
                   thee
                
                 .
                 This
                 great
                 King
                 and
                 great
                 Saint
                 withall
                 ,
                 did
                 belieue
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 Death
                 was
                 inseparable
                 from
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 Mayster
                 ,
                 since
                 dye
                 he
                 needs
                 must
                 one
                 day
                 himselfe
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 sweet
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 more
                 sweet
                 the
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 powerfully
                 resists
                 agaynst
                 all
                 manner
                 of
                 vice
                 !
                 We
                 
                 cannot
                 know
                 good
                 spirits
                 ,
                 but
                 throgh
                 good
                 actions
                 ,
                 &
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 better
                 in
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 then
                 then
                 of
                 preparing
                 ones
                 selfe
                 for
                 death
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 we
                 can
                 do
                 which
                 is
                 admirable
                 indeed
                 looseth
                 the
                 whole
                 admiration
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 haue
                 not
                 relatiō
                 therunto
                 ,
                 nor
                 may
                 a
                 man
                 be
                 thought
                 to
                 haue
                 lyued
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 dy
                 rather
                 ,
                 who
                 thinkes
                 not
                 euer
                 of
                 this
                 sweet
                 necessity
                 ,
                 whereof
                 the
                 law
                 dispenseth
                 with
                 no
                 man.
                 The
                 greatest
                 perfection
                 consists
                 ,
                 for
                 one
                 to
                 know
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 the
                 Spirit
                 cannot
                 make
                 its
                 Eminency
                 appeare
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 beholding
                 it selfe
                 in
                 its
                 nature
                 ,
                 created
                 to
                 render
                 the
                 continuall
                 homage
                 of
                 respect
                 to
                 its
                 Creatour
                 .
                 And
                 being
                 abased
                 in
                 this
                 necessary
                 submission
                 ,
                 it
                 should
                 consider
                 that
                 its
                 immortality
                 boūds
                 vpon
                 eyther
                 an
                 eternall
                 payne
                 ,
                 or
                 els
                 on
                 a
                 lyke
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 not
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 be
                 happy
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 or
                 eternally
                 vnhappy
                 .
                 Vpon
                 these
                 considerations
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 found
                 the
                 verity
                 of
                 its
                 glory
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 could
                 not
                 tell
                 how
                 to
                 purchase
                 eyther
                 a
                 iuster
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 greater
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 knowing
                 well
                 it selfe
                 .
                 For
                 as
                 then
                 ,
                 its
                 diuine
                 thoughts
                 make
                 it
                 to
                 take
                 it's
                 flight
                 towards
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 its
                 origin
                 ,
                 not
                 prizing
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 purchase
                 there
                 the
                 merit
                 of
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 pretends
                 to
                 possesse
                 in
                 Heauen
                 .
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 errours
                 ,
                 
                 which
                 make
                 the
                 greatest
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 be
                 guilty
                 of
                 crime
                 ,
                 this
                 same
                 is
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 common
                 of
                 al
                 ;
                 To
                 esteeme
                 (
                 forsooth
                 )
                 those
                 extremely
                 ,
                 who
                 are
                 eloquent
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 of
                 the
                 tongue
                 or
                 pen
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 put
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 rancke
                 of
                 the
                 more
                 excellent
                 Spirits
                 :
                 As
                 those
                 also
                 ,
                 who
                 through
                 a
                 thousand
                 sleights
                 ,
                 being
                 al
                 very
                 criminal
                 ,
                 cā
                 tell
                 how
                 to
                 amasse
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 of
                 riches
                 to
                 ariue
                 to
                 the
                 highest
                 dignityes
                 .
                 Thus
                 do
                 the
                 spirits
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 so
                 esteemed
                 by
                 such
                 as
                 they
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 answere
                 with
                 the
                 Prophet
                 ,
                 how
                 all
                 their
                 wisedome
                 is
                 folly
                 before
                 God.
                 The
                 good
                 spirits
                 indeed
                 are
                 alwaies
                 adhering
                 to
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 in
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 allwayes
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 learne
                 to
                 dy
                 well
                 .
                 Since
                 in
                 this
                 apprentiship
                 only
                 ,
                 are
                 comprized
                 all
                 the
                 sciences
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Eloquennce
                 hath
                 saued
                 neyther
                 Cicero
                 ,
                 nor
                 Demosthenes
                 .
                 Riches
                 haue
                 vndone
                 Cresus
                 ;
                 &
                 greatnesses
                 haue
                 thrown
                 Belus
                 King
                 of
                 Cyprus
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 Throne
                 ,
                 into
                 a
                 dunghill
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 purpose
                 serues
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 how
                 to
                 talke
                 well
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 speake
                 not
                 of
                 things
                 more
                 necessary
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 important
                 of
                 our
                 saluauation
                 ?
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 serues
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 rich
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 a
                 dying
                 miserable
                 ?
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 riches
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Vertue
                 ;
                 and
                 I
                 had
                 much
                 rather
                 
                 possesse
                 one
                 aboue
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 crownes
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Kings
                 of
                 the
                 World
                 below
                 .
                 What
                 pleasure
                 may
                 a
                 man
                 take
                 to
                 behold
                 himselfe
                 raysed
                 to
                 Thrones
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 must
                 needs
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 ,
                 be
                 descending
                 into
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ?
                 What
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 all
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 beene
                 mounting
                 the
                 degrees
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 &
                 beene
                 seene
                 on
                 the
                 top
                 of
                 most
                 eminent
                 dignities
                 ?
                 Disastres
                 ,
                 or
                 time
                 which
                 changes
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 haue
                 let
                 them
                 fall
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 there
                 remaynes
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 thē
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 bare
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 that
                 sometymes
                 ▪
                 they
                 haue
                 beene
                 .
                 Consider
                 we
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 boldly
                 let
                 vs
                 say
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 belongs
                 to
                 good
                 Spirits
                 only
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 euery
                 houre
                 :
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dy
                 euery
                 hower
                 ▪
                 That
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 are
                 the
                 most
                 sublime
                 ,
                 where
                 with
                 a
                 good
                 soule
                 may
                 entertaine
                 it selfe
                 :
                 That
                 of
                 al
                 the
                 wayes
                 which
                 may
                 lead
                 vs
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 more
                 assured
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 continually
                 thinking
                 of
                 the
                 last
                 instant
                 ,
                 which
                 must
                 iustify
                 or
                 condemne
                 all
                 the
                 other
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 our
                 actiōs
                 take
                 their
                 Rule
                 frō
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 to
                 receiue
                 the
                 price
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 rest
                 is
                 but
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 meere
                 folly
                 .
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 good
                 ;
                 Out
                 of
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 repose
                 .
                 Who
                 thinks
                 not
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 thinks
                 of
                 nothing
                 since
                 al
                 seeme
                 to
                 termine
                 at
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 
                 The
                 most
                 happy
                 are
                 miserable
                 ,
                 if
                 this
                 thoght
                 make
                 not
                 vp
                 the
                 greatest
                 part
                 of
                 their
                 happines
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 richest
                 are
                 in
                 great
                 necessity
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 dreame
                 not
                 of
                 that
                 ,
                 of
                 their
                 mortall
                 condition
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 is
                 said
                 ,
                 if
                 Death
                 be
                 not
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 discourse
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 words
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 that
                 turne
                 into
                 wynd
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 is
                 done
                 ,
                 if
                 Death
                 be
                 not
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 the
                 actions
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 effects
                 are
                 vnprofitable
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 all
                 glory
                 ,
                 all
                 good
                 ,
                 all
                 repose
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 contentment
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 consists
                 in
                 thinking
                 alwayes
                 of
                 Death
                 ;
                 since
                 these
                 thoughtes
                 are
                 the
                 only
                 meanes
                 to
                 atteyne
                 the
                 eternall
                 felicity
                 ,
                 wherto
                 they
                 termine
                 .
                 And
                 a
                 generous
                 Spirit
                 cannot
                 giue
                 forth
                 more
                 pregnant
                 proofes
                 of
                 its
                 goodnes
                 ▪
                 then
                 in
                 thinking
                 on
                 the
                 Death
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 whiles
                 euen
                 of
                 this
                 moment
                 depends
                 the
                 life
                 of
                 the
                 soule
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 those
                 spirits
                 that
                 thinke
                 continually
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 are
                 eleuated
                 aboue
                 all
                 the
                 Greatnesse
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 IT
                 is
                 impossible
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 world
                 without
                 contemning
                 it
                 since
                 the
                 disastres
                 and
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 it
                 is
                 stuft
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 
                 continuall
                 obiects
                 of
                 this
                 knowledge
                 .
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 point
                 that
                 our
                 iudgment
                 hath
                 broken
                 the
                 visards
                 of
                 the
                 false
                 and
                 imaginary
                 goods
                 ,
                 which
                 vnder
                 the
                 maske
                 of
                 their
                 goodly
                 apparences
                 deceyue
                 our
                 will
                 ,
                 it
                 suddenly
                 abhors
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 that
                 very
                 same
                 which
                 passionately
                 heertofore
                 it
                 seemed
                 to
                 cherish
                 .
                 Whence
                 it
                 happens
                 that
                 we
                 can
                 neuer
                 enter
                 into
                 knowledg
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 acquit
                 our selues
                 of
                 it
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 time
                 throgh
                 a
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 hauing
                 despised
                 it
                 sooner
                 ;
                 since
                 all
                 its
                 goods
                 are
                 but
                 in
                 apparence
                 onely
                 ,
                 and
                 its
                 euils
                 in
                 effect
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 a
                 Tree
                 we
                 may
                 boldly
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 miseryes
                 are
                 the
                 leaues
                 therof
                 ,
                 misfortunes
                 the
                 branches
                 ,
                 and
                 death
                 the
                 fruit
                 .
                 And
                 it
                 is
                 vnder
                 the
                 shadow
                 of
                 this
                 vnhappy
                 Tree
                 ,
                 where
                 our
                 forefathers
                 haue
                 built
                 our
                 first
                 tombe
                 .
              
               
                 Man
                 may
                 seeme
                 to
                 disguise
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 vnder
                 the
                 richest
                 ornaments
                 of
                 Greanes
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 the
                 fayrest
                 liueries
                 of
                 Fortune
                 .
                 Well
                 may
                 he
                 trample
                 Scepters
                 and
                 Crownes
                 vnderfoot
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 proudest
                 condition
                 ,
                 whereto
                 Nature
                 and
                 Lot
                 might
                 haue
                 raysed
                 him
                 vp
                 .
                 He
                 is
                 yet
                 the
                 same
                 ;
                 I
                 meane
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 corruption
                 ,
                 shut
                 vp
                 in
                 a
                 skin
                 of
                 flesh
                 ,
                 whereof
                 the
                 wormes
                 haue
                 taken
                 possession
                 already
                 from
                 the
                 momēt
                 of
                 his
                 birth
                 .
                 Let
                 him
                 measure
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 he
                 will
                 a
                 thousand
                 
                 tymes
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 the
                 ample
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 with
                 this
                 proud
                 ambition
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 conquest
                 of
                 them
                 all
                 ;
                 yet
                 he
                 must
                 be
                 fayne
                 to
                 let
                 them
                 fall
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 would
                 find
                 the
                 true
                 measures
                 of
                 them
                 without
                 compasse
                 ,
                 enclosed
                 all
                 within
                 seauen
                 foot
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 marke
                 out
                 his
                 Tombe
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 assemble
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 ambition
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Thrones
                 of
                 Kings
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 serue
                 as
                 Aultars
                 ,
                 whereof
                 himselfe
                 shall
                 be
                 the
                 Idol
                 ;
                 he
                 shall
                 not
                 choose
                 but
                 lend
                 his
                 eares
                 to
                 the
                 Oracles
                 of
                 sweet
                 Necessity
                 ,
                 though
                 cruel
                 for
                 him
                 :
                 for
                 he
                 must
                 dy
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 serue
                 one
                 day
                 as
                 a
                 victime
                 vpon
                 those
                 very
                 Aultars
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 shall
                 be
                 yielding
                 of
                 Sacrifices
                 to
                 his
                 ,
                 person
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 him
                 bestow
                 Empires
                 ,
                 as
                 fauours
                 ,
                 Kingdomes
                 for
                 presents
                 ,
                 and
                 whole
                 Citties
                 for
                 the
                 least
                 recompence
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 when
                 he
                 returnes
                 into
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 know
                 what
                 he
                 wants
                 ,
                 he
                 shall
                 find
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 needs
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 a
                 sheet
                 to
                 shrowd
                 (
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 miseryes
                 )
                 the
                 horrour
                 of
                 his
                 infection
                 and
                 corruption
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 Sunne
                 neuer
                 rise
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 giue
                 light
                 to
                 his
                 triumphes
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 ioyne
                 not
                 ●o
                 his
                 victories
                 those
                 other
                 of
                 his
                 passions
                 ,
                 ●e
                 shall
                 celebrate
                 but
                 his
                 owne
                 ouerthrow
                 ,
                 ●nd
                 triumph
                 on
                 himselfe
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 it
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 heauens
                 be
                 rayning
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 
                 as
                 many
                 felicityes
                 ,
                 as
                 there
                 are
                 disasters
                 on
                 earth
                 ;
                 all
                 his
                 happynes
                 concludes
                 with
                 Death
                 ,
                 while
                 by
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 his
                 prosperities
                 ,
                 he
                 goes
                 on
                 euery
                 moment
                 to
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ▪
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 although
                 through
                 his
                 great
                 possessiō
                 of
                 goods
                 ,
                 he
                 know
                 not
                 what
                 to
                 desire
                 ,
                 not
                 what
                 to
                 looke
                 for
                 ;
                 yet
                 shall
                 I
                 not
                 forbeare
                 ere
                 the
                 lesse
                 to
                 put
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 rancke
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 miserable
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 if
                 vertue
                 be
                 not
                 the
                 richest
                 of
                 his
                 treasures
                 .
                 For
                 not
                 changing
                 his
                 condition
                 awhit
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 accomplishmēt
                 of
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 delightes
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 alwayes
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 ashes
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 dust
                 a
                 little
                 earth
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 of
                 the
                 ashes
                 of
                 the
                 wood
                 of
                 Libanum
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 dust
                 of
                 Azure
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 some
                 more
                 noble
                 or
                 fertile
                 earrh
                 ;
                 yet
                 is
                 al
                 but
                 meere
                 putrefaction
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 all
                 these
                 goodly
                 apparences
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 infection
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 esteeme
                 him
                 very
                 happy
                 ,
                 great
                 &
                 rich
                 ,
                 who
                 contents
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 meriting
                 of
                 these
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 these
                 felicities
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 riches
                 :
                 for
                 the
                 glorious
                 contempt
                 which
                 he
                 makes
                 of
                 thē
                 ,
                 for
                 being
                 abused
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 he
                 beholds
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 beneath
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 desires
                 but
                 the
                 continuatiō
                 of
                 his
                 repose
                 ;
                 since
                 in
                 the
                 only
                 thought
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 he
                 possesseth
                 al
                 the
                 goods
                 of
                 life
                 .
                 The
                 great
                 Monarkes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 seeke
                 the
                 intētions
                 of
                 lyuing
                 happy
                 in
                 their
                 greatnesses
                 ;
                 &
                 
                 he
                 ,
                 the
                 meane
                 of
                 dying
                 content
                 in
                 his
                 miseries
                 :
                 they
                 are
                 alwayes
                 in
                 care
                 ,
                 to
                 extend
                 the
                 bounds
                 of
                 their
                 Empire
                 ;
                 &
                 he
                 pleaseth
                 himselfe
                 to
                 bound
                 his
                 ambition
                 ,
                 with
                 what
                 he
                 possesseth
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 wants
                 not
                 any
                 thing
                 for
                 his
                 voyage
                 .
                 They
                 make
                 a
                 masse
                 of
                 riches
                 ;
                 &
                 he
                 takes
                 glory
                 in
                 pouerty
                 ,
                 knowing
                 that
                 the
                 richest
                 are
                 robbed
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 ●ife
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 we
                 go
                 forth
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 in
                 ●ike
                 manner
                 as
                 we
                 enter
                 into
                 it
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 first
                 habit
                 of
                 those
                 miseries
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 haue
                 inherited
                 from
                 our
                 parents
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 as
                 ●hinking
                 perpetually
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 way
                 where
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 approach
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 he
                 casts
                 not
                 his
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 haue
                 pitty
                 on
                 those
                 who
                 possesse
                 them
                 .
                 He
                 contemplates
                 not
                 the
                 fauours
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 publish
                 the
                 inconstancy
                 thereof
                 .
                 So
                 ●f
                 he
                 regard
                 Thrones
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 measure
                 ●he
                 depth
                 of
                 the
                 precipices
                 that
                 enuiron
                 thē
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 crownes
                 for
                 him
                 are
                 made
                 both
                 of
                 tare
                 and
                 thornes
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 Scepters
                 as
                 light
                 as
                 reedes
                 ,
                 giue
                 him
                 not
                 any
                 other
                 Enuy
                 ●hen
                 that
                 of
                 trampling
                 them
                 vnderfoot
                 ,
                 insteed
                 of
                 holding
                 them
                 in
                 his
                 hands
                 ,
                 since
                 ●hey
                 are
                 the
                 markes
                 of
                 a
                 glory
                 of
                 smoake
                 ,
                 which
                 resolues
                 into
                 nothing
                 ,
                 to
                 returne
                 to
                 its
                 first
                 beginning
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 doubt
                 ,
                 but
                 such
                 as
                 thinke
                 cōtinually
                 
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 are
                 raysed
                 aboue
                 all
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 because
                 Eternity
                 is
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 their
                 thoughtes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 desire
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 they
                 wish
                 they
                 may
                 be
                 eternall
                 :
                 if
                 they
                 enuy
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 they
                 marke
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 them
                 beyond
                 Nature
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 Inconstancy
                 of
                 tyme
                 may
                 not
                 bereaue
                 them
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 They
                 haue
                 no
                 ambitiō
                 for
                 this
                 vayne
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 least
                 mischance
                 may
                 change
                 into
                 infamy
                 ;
                 nor
                 for
                 these
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 which
                 a
                 litle
                 wind
                 of
                 disgrace
                 ,
                 makes
                 to
                 fal
                 from
                 the
                 head
                 .
                 All
                 their
                 glory
                 is
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 attayne
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 instant
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 the
                 Crowne
                 of
                 immortality
                 ,
                 wherein
                 consists
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 all
                 felicityes
                 possible
                 to
                 be
                 desired
                 .
              
               
                 Greatnesses
                 are
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 nature
                 ,
                 with
                 those
                 who
                 possesse
                 thē
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 smoke
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 wind
                 ;
                 for
                 we
                 see
                 thē
                 to
                 vanish
                 away
                 in
                 the
                 twinckling
                 of
                 an
                 eye
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 subiect
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 seeme
                 to
                 subsist
                 ,
                 notwithstanding
                 in
                 their
                 continuall
                 flight
                 they
                 are
                 changing
                 the
                 countenance
                 euery
                 houre
                 .
                 To
                 be
                 great
                 aboue
                 the
                 common
                 sort
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 in
                 honours
                 and
                 in
                 riches
                 onely
                 ,
                 i●
                 to
                 be
                 miserable
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 true
                 greatnes
                 of
                 man
                 consist
                 in
                 meriting
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 possessing
                 nothing
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 who
                 thinkes
                 o●
                 
                 Death
                 in
                 despising
                 the
                 felicityes
                 of
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 makes
                 himselfe
                 to
                 be
                 worthy
                 of
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 these
                 only
                 thoughtes
                 is
                 he
                 raised
                 so
                 aboue
                 himself
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 were
                 capable
                 of
                 vanity
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 not
                 know
                 himself
                 .
                 For
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 ioynes
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 verity
                 of
                 his
                 mortall
                 condition
                 ,
                 he
                 tasts
                 before
                 hand
                 in
                 the
                 midest
                 of
                 his
                 course
                 ,
                 the
                 sweetnes
                 of
                 the
                 goods
                 ,
                 which
                 he
                 pretends
                 to
                 receyue
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 .
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 sensible
                 imaginations
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 of
                 dying
                 cōtinually
                 (
                 as
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 certayne
                 then
                 it
                 )
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 tread
                 vnder
                 foote
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 his
                 soule
                 directs
                 his
                 lookes
                 vnto
                 Heauen
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 were
                 it
                 not
                 as
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 offēd
                 a
                 Prince
                 ,
                 to
                 offer
                 him
                 at
                 sea
                 ,
                 the
                 Crowne
                 of
                 a
                 Kingdome
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 stormes
                 and
                 tempests
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 his
                 ship
                 were
                 miserably
                 tossed
                 ?
                 or
                 els
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 were
                 seene
                 to
                 be
                 taken
                 with
                 a
                 mortall
                 disease
                 ?
                 For
                 he
                 might
                 answere
                 very
                 pertinently
                 ,
                 they
                 should
                 attend
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 him
                 those
                 offers
                 on
                 the
                 shore
                 ,
                 or
                 when
                 he
                 were
                 recouered
                 of
                 his
                 health
                 .
                 Now
                 ,
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 represent
                 this
                 Prince
                 ,
                 since
                 like
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 do
                 we
                 floate
                 vpon
                 this
                 sea
                 of
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Ship
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 is
                 incessantly
                 tossed
                 with
                 diuers
                 
                 misfortunes
                 .
                 Fortune
                 comes
                 to
                 present
                 vs
                 in
                 the
                 fury
                 of
                 this
                 tempest
                 both
                 Scepters
                 and
                 Crownes
                 ;
                 would
                 it
                 not
                 be
                 accounted
                 rash
                 now
                 for
                 vs
                 ,
                 to
                 receiue
                 them
                 at
                 her
                 hands
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 pittifull
                 estate
                 whereinto
                 we
                 are
                 reduced
                 ,
                 &
                 not
                 to
                 hope
                 for
                 a
                 calme
                 or
                 cessation
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 of
                 seeing
                 our
                 hopes
                 quite
                 buryed
                 with
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 cruel
                 shipwracke
                 ,
                 whose
                 danger
                 euen
                 followes
                 vs
                 as
                 neere
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 shadow
                 doth
                 the
                 body
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 she
                 make
                 vs
                 the
                 same
                 offers
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 mortal
                 malady
                 wherewith
                 we
                 are
                 seised
                 from
                 the
                 moment
                 of
                 our
                 natiuity
                 (
                 since
                 we
                 begin
                 to
                 dy
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 instant
                 that
                 we
                 begin
                 to
                 liue
                 )
                 were
                 it
                 not
                 a
                 folly
                 to
                 accept
                 them
                 ?
                 And
                 for
                 vs
                 to
                 answere
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 wish
                 her
                 to
                 expect
                 till
                 we
                 come
                 vpon
                 the
                 shore
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 vayne
                 attendance
                 ;
                 while
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 port
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 tombe
                 :
                 and
                 to
                 attend
                 also
                 for
                 the
                 cure
                 of
                 this
                 contagious
                 malady
                 ;
                 which
                 we
                 haue
                 taken
                 of
                 our
                 parents
                 ,
                 were
                 to
                 expect
                 that
                 same
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 neuer
                 come
                 to
                 passe
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 indeed
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 throwing
                 al
                 these
                 Crownes
                 at
                 her
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 vse
                 of
                 the
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 she
                 presents
                 vs
                 with
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 a
                 staffe
                 to
                 be
                 auendged
                 of
                 her
                 for
                 her
                 perfidiousnes
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 testify
                 to
                 her
                 that
                 our
                 constancy
                 scornes
                 her
                 leuity
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 our
                 contentment
                 &
                 repose
                 ,
                 depends
                 not
                 awhit
                 of
                 the
                 rowling
                 of
                 
                 her
                 wheele
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 learne
                 euery
                 day
                 to
                 liue
                 forth
                 of
                 her
                 Empire
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 conclude
                 then
                 and
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 spirits
                 that
                 know
                 wel
                 the
                 art
                 of
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 do
                 marke
                 out
                 the
                 thrones
                 of
                 their
                 glory
                 in
                 heauen
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 find
                 any
                 thing
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 that
                 were
                 worthy
                 of
                 their
                 greatnes
                 .
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 they
                 take
                 such
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 to
                 dy
                 without
                 cease
                 and
                 to
                 increase
                 their
                 contentment
                 yet
                 further
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 alwayes
                 are
                 thinking
                 vpon
                 it
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 remembrance
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 times
                 more
                 sweet
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 life
                 !
                 O
                 cruell
                 forgetfulnes
                 of
                 this
                 necessity
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 more
                 cruell
                 ,
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 paynes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 !
                 O
                 sweet
                 memory
                 of
                 our
                 end
                 ,
                 where
                 begins
                 our
                 only
                 felicity
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 obliuion
                 of
                 our
                 mortal
                 conditiō
                 ,
                 the
                 only
                 cause
                 of
                 our
                 disasters
                 !
                 Let
                 vs
                 not
                 liue
                 then
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 thinke
                 on
                 the
                 delight
                 of
                 Death
                 ;
                 &
                 let
                 vs
                 not
                 dye
                 but
                 to
                 contemne
                 the
                 pleasure
                 of
                 lyfe
                 :
                 let
                 vs
                 forget
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 remembrance
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 loue
                 nothing
                 ,
                 but
                 its
                 thoughtes
                 :
                 and
                 neuer
                 essteeme
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 only
                 actions
                 which
                 haue
                 relation
                 to
                 this
                 last
                 ,
                 since
                 this
                 is
                 that
                 alone
                 ,
                 whence
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 receyue
                 eyther
                 price
                 ,
                 or
                 payne
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Contemplation
                 vpon
                 the
                 Tombe
                 of
                 Alexander
                 the
                 Great
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 VI.
                 
              
               
                 O
                 ALL
                 yee
                 Great
                 Kings
                 ,
                 Loe
                 I
                 heere
                 sommon
                 you
                 to
                 appeare
                 about
                 this
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 to
                 behould
                 therein
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 the
                 corruption
                 and
                 infection
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 ,
                 the
                 happyest
                 ,
                 the
                 mightiest
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 most
                 dreadfull
                 Monarch
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 &
                 to
                 say
                 all
                 in
                 a
                 word
                 ,
                 of
                 Great
                 Alexander
                 ;
                 whose
                 Valour
                 could
                 neuer
                 admit
                 comparison
                 ;
                 whose
                 Victories
                 haue
                 had
                 no
                 other
                 bounds
                 ,
                 then
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Vniuerse
                 ;
                 and
                 whose
                 Triumphes
                 ,
                 haue
                 had
                 all
                 the
                 Heauens
                 for
                 witnes
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Earth
                 for
                 Spoyles
                 ,
                 for
                 slaues
                 all
                 Mortalls
                 ,
                 for
                 Trumpet
                 Renowne
                 ,
                 &
                 Fortune
                 for
                 Guide
                 .
                 Descend
                 then
                 ,
                 from
                 your
                 thrones
                 vpon
                 this
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 where
                 lyes
                 the
                 companion
                 of
                 your
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 greatnesses
                 .
                 Behould
                 and
                 contemplate
                 this
                 Pourtrait
                 of
                 your selues
                 drawne
                 to
                 the
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 after
                 the
                 originall
                 of
                 your
                 miseries
                 .
              
               
                 Cyrus
                 ,
                 approach
                 you
                 vnto
                 this
                 vnlucky
                 place
                 ,
                 vpon
                 your
                 Chariot
                 al
                 of
                 massy
                 gould
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 come
                 attended
                 with
                 that
                 magnificent
                 pompe
                 ,
                 which
                 made
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 idolatrous
                 in
                 admiration
                 of
                 it
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 your
                 subiects
                 ,
                 may
                 be
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 witnesses
                 ,
                 to
                 conuince
                 you
                 of
                 vanity
                 and
                 folly
                 ,
                 in
                 behoulding
                 this
                 Victorious
                 Prince
                 heere
                 beseiged
                 by
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 with
                 in
                 a
                 litle
                 hole
                 ,
                 which
                 serues
                 as
                 bounds
                 and
                 limirs
                 to
                 his
                 power
                 .
              
               
                 Cōsider
                 ,
                 how
                 this
                 great
                 Taker
                 of
                 Townes
                 is
                 surprized
                 himselfe
                 by
                 the
                 wormes
                 ;
                 how
                 this
                 Triumphant
                 souldier
                 is
                 defeated
                 by
                 thē
                 ,
                 &
                 how
                 this
                 Inuincible
                 captaine
                 ,
                 hath
                 beene
                 vanquished
                 by
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 brought
                 into
                 this
                 deplorable
                 estate
                 ,
                 wherein
                 you
                 see
                 him
                 .
                 Are
                 you
                 not
                 ashamed
                 to
                 be
                 seated
                 in
                 that
                 glittering
                 Chariot
                 ;
                 since
                 needs
                 you
                 must
                 descend
                 thence
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 this
                 dismall
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 wormes
                 attend
                 your
                 corruption
                 ?
                 This
                 great
                 number
                 of
                 subiects
                 ,
                 which
                 enuiron
                 you
                 on
                 all
                 sides
                 ,
                 to
                 set
                 forth
                 your
                 glory
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 troup
                 of
                 the
                 miserable
                 .
                 For
                 they
                 dye
                 in
                 following
                 you
                 ;
                 and
                 on
                 which
                 side
                 soeuer
                 you
                 go
                 .
                 Tyme
                 conducts
                 you
                 all
                 togeather
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
              
               
                 Impose
                 your
                 lawes
                 vpon
                 al
                 the
                 people
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 yet
                 needs
                 must
                 you
                 receiue
                 those
                 same
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 Build
                 you
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 you
                 wil
                 a
                 thousand
                 proud
                 Pallaces
                 in
                 your
                 Empire
                 ,
                 
                 you
                 cānot
                 hold
                 them
                 but
                 in
                 fee-farme
                 though
                 you
                 be
                 the
                 proprietary
                 thereof
                 ,
                 because
                 euery
                 moment
                 you
                 are
                 at
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 departing
                 .
                 Well
                 may
                 you
                 decke
                 your selfe
                 vp
                 with
                 the
                 richest
                 robes
                 of
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 play
                 the
                 God
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 with
                 Crowne
                 on
                 the
                 head
                 and
                 scepter
                 in
                 the
                 hand
                 ;
                 yet
                 looke
                 what
                 you
                 are
                 ,
                 consider
                 what
                 you
                 are
                 like
                 to
                 be
                 ,
                 &
                 contemplate
                 your
                 miseries
                 at
                 leysure
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 mirour
                 of
                 this
                 sepulcher
                 .
                 To
                 day
                 you
                 loure
                 on
                 Heauen
                 with
                 an
                 arrogant
                 eye
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 morrow
                 you
                 shal
                 be
                 seene
                 metamorphozed
                 into
                 a
                 stinking
                 peece
                 of
                 earth
                 .
                 To
                 day
                 you
                 make
                 your selfe
                 adored
                 of
                 such
                 as
                 haue
                 no
                 iudgment
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 eyes
                 only
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 morrow
                 shall
                 you
                 be
                 sacrificed
                 in
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 for
                 expiatiō
                 of
                 your
                 crimes
                 ,
                 and
                 hardly
                 shall
                 be
                 found
                 a
                 handfull
                 of
                 your
                 ashes
                 ,
                 so
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 nothing
                 .
              
               
                 Xerxes
                 ,
                 descend
                 you
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 top
                 of
                 that
                 mountayne
                 of
                 annoyes
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 sad
                 thoughtes
                 do
                 hould
                 you
                 besieged
                 within
                 this
                 Vale
                 of
                 disasters
                 and
                 of
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 therein
                 ,
                 the
                 pittifull
                 ouerthrow
                 of
                 the
                 proudest
                 Conquerour
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Spare
                 your
                 teares
                 ,
                 to
                 mourne
                 vpon
                 his
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 but
                 acquit
                 your selfe
                 of
                 the
                 iustest
                 homage
                 ,
                 you
                 may
                 yield
                 to
                 his
                 memory
                 .
                 You
                 weep
                 before
                 hand
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 
                 Death
                 of
                 your
                 souldiers
                 ,
                 in
                 foreseeing
                 their
                 end
                 ,
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 What
                 will
                 you
                 say
                 now
                 of
                 the
                 death
                 of
                 this
                 great
                 Captayne
                 who
                 for
                 a
                 last
                 glory
                 ,
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 triumphes
                 is
                 deuoured
                 of
                 wormes
                 and
                 metamorphosed
                 into
                 a
                 stuffe
                 al
                 of
                 corruption
                 ,
                 encompassed
                 all
                 with
                 horrour
                 and
                 amazement
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 needs
                 be
                 satisfying
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 afford
                 your
                 teares
                 for
                 your
                 owne
                 proper
                 harmes
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 incurre
                 the
                 same
                 lot
                 ,
                 without
                 respect
                 ,
                 eyther
                 of
                 your
                 greatnes
                 ,
                 or
                 power
                 .
                 All
                 your
                 armyes
                 are
                 not
                 of
                 force
                 inough
                 to
                 warrant
                 you
                 from
                 Death
                 :
                 you
                 must
                 bow
                 your
                 necke
                 vnder
                 the
                 yoke
                 of
                 this
                 necessity
                 ,
                 whose
                 rules
                 are
                 without
                 exceptiō
                 ,
                 whose
                 law
                 dispenseth
                 not
                 with
                 any
                 .
              
               
                 Alexander
                 is
                 dead
                 ,
                 Cyrus
                 his
                 predecessour
                 hath
                 dyed
                 also
                 ,
                 after
                 a
                 thousand
                 other
                 Kings
                 who
                 haue
                 gone
                 before
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 runne
                 now
                 after
                 them
                 :
                 but
                 to
                 me
                 it
                 seemes
                 ,
                 you
                 carry
                 too
                 great
                 a
                 port
                 of
                 Greatnes
                 with
                 you
                 .
                 The
                 earth
                 wherof
                 you
                 are
                 moulded
                 &
                 framed
                 ,
                 demaunds
                 but
                 her
                 earth
                 ;
                 you
                 must
                 quit
                 your selfe
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 scepter
                 and
                 crowne
                 shall
                 not
                 be
                 taken
                 for
                 more
                 ,
                 at
                 that
                 last
                 instant
                 ,
                 then
                 as
                 sheephookes
                 :
                 for
                 that
                 if
                 we
                 be
                 different
                 in
                 the
                 manner
                 of
                 liuing
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 yet
                 all
                 equall
                 in
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 dying
                 .
                 Now
                 therfore
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 a
                 vanity
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 
                 of
                 the
                 race
                 of
                 Gods.
                 Come
                 &
                 see
                 heere
                 ,
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 your
                 first
                 begining
                 ,
                 for
                 as
                 you
                 are
                 borne
                 of
                 corruption
                 ,
                 so
                 you
                 returne
                 to
                 putrefaction
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 doubt
                 thereof
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 approach
                 with
                 your
                 infected
                 flesh
                 to
                 these
                 rotten
                 bones
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 your
                 clay
                 to
                 these
                 ashes
                 :
                 If
                 they
                 differ
                 in
                 ought
                 ,
                 it
                 can
                 be
                 but
                 in
                 coulour
                 only
                 .
              
               
                 Tell
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 what
                 end
                 serue
                 all
                 those
                 Statues
                 of
                 your
                 resemblance
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 caused
                 to
                 be
                 erected
                 on
                 the
                 lands
                 of
                 your
                 Empire
                 ,
                 since
                 tyme
                 destroyes
                 &
                 ruines
                 the
                 original
                 ?
                 Thinke
                 you
                 ,
                 belike
                 ,
                 they
                 dare
                 not
                 medle
                 with
                 those
                 pourtraits
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 but
                 vayne
                 shadowes
                 of
                 a
                 body
                 of
                 smoke
                 ?
                 You
                 trouble
                 your selfe
                 too
                 much
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 it
                 credulous
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 immortall
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 this
                 beliefe
                 could
                 affoard
                 you
                 immortality
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 haue
                 but
                 neuer
                 so
                 litle
                 knowledge
                 in
                 you
                 ,
                 know
                 you
                 not
                 your
                 owne
                 misfortunes
                 ?
                 If
                 you
                 haue
                 sense
                 ,
                 haue
                 you
                 no
                 feeling
                 of
                 your
                 miseries
                 ?
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 you
                 are
                 a
                 King
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 King
                 of
                 the
                 dead
                 ,
                 since
                 al
                 those
                 to
                 whome
                 you
                 giue
                 the
                 law
                 ,
                 do
                 receyue
                 it
                 from
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 them
                 to
                 dye
                 euery
                 houre
                 .
                 Admit
                 you
                 be
                 the
                 chiefe
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 yet
                 if
                 they
                 be
                 miserable
                 all
                 of
                 them
                 together
                 ,
                 as
                 subiect
                 to
                 a
                 thousand
                 sorts
                 of
                 accidents
                 ;
                 may
                 we
                 not
                 well
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 the
                 vnhappyest
                 
                 of
                 them
                 all
                 .
                 You
                 play
                 the
                 omnipotent
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 are
                 set
                 vpon
                 your
                 Throne
                 of
                 snow
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 within
                 your
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 without
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 a
                 heap
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
                 which
                 euery
                 litle
                 blast
                 of
                 wind
                 ,
                 may
                 scatter
                 on
                 the
                 ground
                 to
                 dissolue
                 it
                 into
                 nothing
                 .
              
               
                 Apelles
                 ,
                 thou
                 took'st
                 a
                 pride
                 to
                 be
                 called
                 the
                 Paynter
                 of
                 Alexander
                 ;
                 come
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 thy
                 glory
                 ,
                 if
                 thy
                 heart
                 serue
                 thee
                 to
                 endure
                 the
                 horrour
                 of
                 it
                 .
                 This
                 same
                 ,
                 is
                 that
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 whose
                 Maiesty
                 so
                 dazeled
                 thee
                 heertofore
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 stench
                 at
                 this
                 tyme
                 so
                 infects
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 .
                 I
                 mistrust
                 thy
                 audacious
                 pensill
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 represent
                 the
                 greatnes
                 of
                 his
                 miseryes
                 to
                 the
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Dost
                 thou
                 remember
                 him
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 thou
                 drewest
                 him
                 ,
                 armed
                 at
                 all
                 points
                 ,
                 vpon
                 his
                 Bucephalus
                 ,
                 euen
                 vpon
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 his
                 forcible
                 retayning
                 the
                 last
                 crowne
                 of
                 his
                 Triumphes
                 ,
                 not
                 hauing
                 ought
                 to
                 conquer
                 els
                 besides
                 ?
                 And
                 sometymes
                 agayne
                 sitting
                 on
                 his
                 Throne
                 with
                 the
                 Crowne
                 of
                 a
                 Conquerour
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 Scepter
                 of
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 in
                 his
                 hand
                 ?
                 Durst
                 thou
                 maintayne
                 now
                 ,
                 these
                 ashes
                 are
                 the
                 draughts
                 of
                 thy
                 originall
                 ?
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 saue
                 thy
                 credit
                 from
                 reproach
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 imitate
                 Thymantes
                 ,
                 draw
                 the
                 curteyne
                 ouer
                 Alexanders
                 
                 face
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 knowne
                 ,
                 so
                 is
                 he
                 no
                 more
                 himselfe
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 Lisyppus
                 ,
                 who
                 employed
                 so
                 oft
                 ,
                 hast
                 made
                 vse
                 of
                 such
                 rich
                 materials
                 to
                 mantaine
                 this
                 great
                 Monarch
                 on
                 foot
                 ;
                 these
                 rotten
                 bones
                 ,
                 which
                 make
                 vp
                 this
                 Carkasse
                 which
                 thou
                 seest
                 ,
                 haue
                 beene
                 the
                 subiect
                 ,
                 both
                 of
                 thy
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 labours
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 water
                 eates
                 into
                 the
                 stone
                 ,
                 then
                 weep
                 thou
                 freely
                 on
                 thy
                 owne
                 workes
                 ,
                 to
                 destroy
                 them
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 since
                 their
                 obiect
                 is
                 buryed
                 ,
                 while
                 tyme
                 prepares
                 their
                 Sepulcher
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Cesar
                   ,
                   Mark-Antony
                   ,
                   Pompey
                   ,
                   Annibal
                   ,
                
                 and
                 Scipio
                 ,
                 step
                 you
                 a
                 little
                 aside
                 from
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 your
                 Triumphs
                 ,
                 to
                 come
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 as
                 you
                 passe
                 ,
                 the
                 miserable
                 spoyles
                 of
                 this
                 great
                 King
                 alwayes
                 victorious
                 ,
                 of
                 this
                 great
                 Monarke
                 alwayes
                 triumphant
                 .
                 Approach
                 you
                 vnto
                 his
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 behold
                 ,
                 contemplate
                 ,
                 &
                 smell
                 the
                 horrible
                 corruption
                 ;
                 would
                 you
                 say
                 this
                 carkasse
                 heere
                 that
                 stinkes
                 so
                 abhominably
                 ,
                 were
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 that
                 inuincible
                 Alexander
                 ?
                 whose
                 valour
                 hath
                 despoyled
                 the
                 earth
                 of
                 its
                 Laurelles
                 ,
                 and
                 who
                 being
                 not
                 able
                 yet
                 ,
                 to
                 bound
                 his
                 ambition
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 compasse
                 of
                 one
                 world
                 ,
                 goes
                 seeking
                 him
                 another
                 ;
                 howsoeuer
                 in
                 digging
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 found
                 but
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 this
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 
                 is
                 buryed
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 gallant
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 that
                 followed
                 him
                 ,
                 are
                 changed
                 into
                 wormes
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 meere
                 putrefaction
                 ;
                 and
                 their
                 proud
                 Pallaces
                 into
                 this
                 litle
                 trench
                 ;
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 ornaments
                 into
                 these
                 spiders
                 webbes
                 ,
                 which
                 encompasse
                 him
                 round
                 .
              
               
                 Cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 these
                 images
                 of
                 horrour
                 :
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 draught
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 stiled
                 himselfe
                 the
                 sonne
                 of
                 Iupiter-Ammon
                 ,
                 &
                 who
                 exacted
                 Aultars
                 from
                 men
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 himself
                 adored
                 .
                 Iudge
                 you
                 now
                 of
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 this
                 Idol
                 .
                 Go
                 your
                 wayes
                 into
                 all
                 places
                 ,
                 where
                 your
                 ambition
                 guides
                 you
                 ,
                 conquer
                 all
                 ,
                 triumph
                 vpon
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 a
                 last
                 victory
                 make
                 Fortune
                 herselfe
                 as
                 your
                 Tributary
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 rouling
                 of
                 her
                 wheele
                 may
                 receaue
                 its
                 motion
                 from
                 that
                 of
                 your
                 wills
                 ;
                 al
                 these
                 Victoryes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 these
                 Triumphes
                 ,
                 accompanied
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 shal
                 not
                 warrant
                 you
                 awhit
                 from
                 Death
                 :
                 nor
                 shall
                 all
                 the
                 perfumes
                 of
                 Arabia
                 exempt
                 your
                 flesh
                 from
                 putrefaction
                 .
              
               
                 Cesar
                 ,
                 dispute
                 no
                 more
                 with
                 Mark-Antony
                 about
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 :
                 Nature
                 would
                 haue
                 you
                 to
                 take
                 vp
                 this
                 difference
                 betweene
                 you
                 ,
                 since
                 neyther
                 of
                 you
                 both
                 cā
                 iustly
                 pretend
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 seauen
                 foot
                 thereof
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 you
                 can
                 hardly
                 belieue
                 it
                 ,
                 measure
                 
                 you
                 the
                 spaces
                 of
                 Alexanders
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 worne
                 the
                 Crowne
                 vpon
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 desire
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 meane
                 to
                 finish
                 your
                 quarrell
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 to
                 quenh
                 your
                 fury
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 bloud
                 of
                 your
                 subiects
                 .
                 Cesar
                 ,
                 play
                 not
                 the
                 proud
                 man
                 so
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 thy
                 felicityes
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 now
                 a
                 long
                 while
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 death
                 hath
                 stood
                 waiting
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ,
                 vnder
                 the
                 Throne
                 where
                 thou
                 sittest
                 in
                 the
                 Senate
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 let
                 thee
                 know
                 ,
                 and
                 perceaue
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 mockes
                 at
                 thy
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 contemnes
                 thy
                 power
                 ,
                 by
                 drowning
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 within
                 thy
                 bloud
                 .
              
               
                 Stoope
                 a
                 little
                 to
                 the
                 pitch
                 of
                 thy
                 vanity
                 Mark-Anthony
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 likelyhood
                 at
                 all
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 euer
                 be
                 triumphing
                 ouer
                 thin
                 enemy
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 canst
                 not
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 vanquish
                 thy
                 passions
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 best
                 victory
                 that
                 we
                 can
                 possibly
                 obteyne
                 of
                 our selues
                 .
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 euen
                 loose
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 where
                 thou
                 shalt
                 find
                 so
                 shamefull
                 a
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 shall
                 not
                 dare
                 to
                 speake
                 of
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 thy
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 Anniball
                 ,
                 thou
                 gloriest
                 much
                 in
                 entring
                 in
                 Triumph
                 ,
                 within
                 thy
                 proud
                 Citty
                 of
                 Carthage
                 ,
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 great
                 victories
                 ,
                 which
                 rayse
                 thee
                 to
                 the
                 highest
                 Throne
                 of
                 Honour
                 ;
                 but
                 takst
                 not
                 heed
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 thou
                 leadest
                 thine
                 enemies
                 in
                 triumph
                 ,
                 vices
                 
                 seeme
                 to
                 triumph
                 vpon
                 thy
                 soule
                 ,
                 fitter
                 that
                 miseries
                 do
                 the
                 like
                 with
                 thy
                 body
                 .
                 And
                 againe
                 ,
                 if
                 Fortune
                 fauour
                 thee
                 to
                 day
                 as
                 king
                 ,
                 she
                 will
                 dregg
                 thee
                 to
                 morrow
                 as
                 a
                 slaue
                 .
                 To
                 day
                 the
                 Lawrels
                 grow
                 on
                 thy
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 morrow
                 thorns
                 shal
                 grow
                 beneath
                 thy
                 feet
                 ▪
                 to
                 let
                 thee
                 see
                 that
                 nothing
                 is
                 certaine
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 change
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 changes
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
                 in
                 making
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 ,
                 to
                 change
                 their
                 countenance
                 withall
                 .
                 I
                 do
                 euen
                 flout
                 at
                 thy
                 vanity
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 witnesses
                 of
                 thy
                 glory
                 ,
                 &
                 very
                 Carthage
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 theatre
                 therof
                 ,
                 shal
                 follow
                 soone
                 after
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 of
                 thy
                 ruine
                 .
              
               
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 flatter
                 not
                 thy selfe
                 thus
                 in
                 thy
                 prosperities
                 ,
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 seene
                 them
                 grow
                 vp
                 ,
                 shall
                 see
                 them
                 wither
                 ere
                 long
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 true
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 euen
                 trembles
                 at
                 thine
                 armes
                 .
                 Renowne
                 hath
                 no
                 voyce
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 publish
                 thy
                 valour
                 ;
                 but
                 how
                 then
                 ?
                 knowest
                 thou
                 not
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 self
                 same
                 fate
                 which
                 affords
                 thee
                 Crownes
                 &
                 Scepters
                 ,
                 takes
                 them
                 away
                 againe
                 when
                 it
                 pleaseth
                 ?
                 Victory
                 pursues
                 thee
                 euery
                 where
                 ,
                 both
                 on
                 sea
                 and
                 land
                 ;
                 but
                 this
                 is
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 .
                 After
                 the
                 moment
                 of
                 thy
                 birth
                 ,
                 death
                 aymes
                 at
                 thy
                 head
                 ,
                 to
                 pull
                 off
                 all
                 the
                 Lawrells
                 thence
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 thou
                 hast
                 so
                 often
                 crowned
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 knowing
                 that
                 the
                 sea
                 hath
                 
                 no
                 rockes
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 it
                 hath
                 scored
                 out
                 thy
                 Sepulcher
                 already
                 on
                 the
                 shore
                 .
              
               
                 Weepe
                 ,
                 weepe
                 you
                 great
                 Kings
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 these
                 miseries
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 at
                 the
                 feeling
                 of
                 your
                 owne
                 .
                 If
                 the
                 greatest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 be
                 nought
                 but
                 corruption
                 ,
                 what
                 shall
                 become
                 of
                 you
                 ?
                 If
                 this
                 inuincible
                 Monarch
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 so
                 many
                 markes
                 of
                 immortality
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 be
                 the
                 prey
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 &
                 sport
                 of
                 the
                 winds
                 ,
                 what
                 shal
                 be
                 your
                 lot
                 ?
                 Whereto
                 may
                 Fortune
                 seeme
                 to
                 reserue
                 you
                 ?
                 Go
                 to
                 then
                 ,
                 I
                 graunt
                 you
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 you
                 can
                 possibly
                 demaund
                 ;
                 I
                 affoard
                 your
                 ambition
                 an
                 age
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 an
                 Empire
                 of
                 a
                 new
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 a
                 happy
                 successe
                 to
                 all
                 your
                 desires
                 .
                 What
                 shall
                 become
                 of
                 you
                 after
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 since
                 this
                 long
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 this
                 glorious
                 Empire
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 your
                 felicityes
                 togeather
                 must
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 ,
                 with
                 this
                 world
                 ?
                 As
                 often
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 shall
                 issue
                 forth
                 of
                 your
                 condition
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 the
                 forgetfulnes
                 of
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 you
                 do
                 send
                 your
                 thoughtes
                 into
                 this
                 tombe
                 ;
                 and
                 you
                 shall
                 suddenly
                 return
                 from
                 this
                 wandering
                 .
                 Do
                 not
                 flatter
                 your selfe
                 ;
                 your
                 Crowne
                 is
                 but
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 head
                 that
                 weares
                 it
                 .
                 Your
                 Scepter
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 sticke
                 of
                 wood
                 ,
                 subiect
                 to
                 corruption
                 ,
                 as
                 your
                 hand
                 is
                 that
                 holdes
                 it
                 :
                 and
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 your
                 ornaments
                 are
                 but
                 a
                 worke
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 wherof
                 you
                 are
                 the
                 prey
                 .
                 
                 Iudge
                 you
                 then
                 ,
                 whether
                 your
                 vanity
                 ,
                 can
                 subsist
                 any
                 long
                 tyme
                 ,
                 vpon
                 such
                 feeble
                 foūdations
                 ,
                 or
                 no.
                 
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 accustomed
                 lykely
                 ,
                 at
                 such
                 time
                 as
                 you
                 build
                 some
                 proud
                 pallace
                 or
                 other
                 ,
                 to
                 go
                 a
                 walking
                 in
                 the
                 compasse
                 thereof
                 ,
                 taking
                 pleasure
                 to
                 admire
                 the
                 goodly
                 scituation
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 haue
                 destined
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 your
                 dwelling
                 :
                 do
                 you
                 the
                 like
                 with
                 your
                 tombe
                 ,
                 go
                 visit
                 euery
                 day
                 the
                 solitary
                 place
                 where
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 lodge
                 for
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 tyme
                 ;
                 and
                 this
                 wil
                 be
                 the
                 onely
                 meane
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 death
                 euen
                 as
                 sweet
                 vnto
                 you
                 ,
                 as
                 life
                 it selfe
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 bury
                 your
                 pride
                 ,
                 your
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 al
                 your
                 vices
                 together
                 ,
                 before
                 your
                 body
                 ;
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 saying
                 of
                 the
                 Wiseman
                 ,
                 
                   for
                   he
                   that
                   thinkes
                   continually
                   of
                   death
                   ,
                   shall
                   neuer
                   stray
                   from
                   the
                   way
                   of
                   vertue
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 that
                 thinkes
                 alwayes
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 Richest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 VII
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 MERVAILE
                 much
                 ,
                 that
                 Cicero
                 should
                 put
                 this
                 Truth
                 into
                 Paradox
                 ;
                 
                   That
                   he
                
                 (
                 forsooth
                 )
                 
                   is
                   the
                   richest
                   ,
                   who
                   is
                   most
                   cōtent
                   ,
                
                 whiles
                 
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 certaine
                 then
                 it
                 .
                 For
                 the
                 Soule
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 riches
                 ,
                 more
                 properly
                 her
                 owne
                 ,
                 nor
                 more
                 in
                 affect
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 contentment
                 .
                 In
                 what
                 condition
                 soeuer
                 ,
                 where
                 a
                 man
                 finds
                 himselfe
                 with
                 repose
                 of
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 may
                 he
                 well
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 perfectly
                 rich
                 .
                 True
                 treasures
                 are
                 not
                 of
                 gould
                 of
                 siluer
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 other
                 things
                 of
                 like
                 valew
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 of
                 good
                 actions
                 ,
                 since
                 by
                 their
                 price
                 one
                 may
                 buy
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Besides
                 whose
                 fruition
                 ,
                 what
                 may
                 we
                 desire
                 ?
                 Besides
                 whose
                 glory
                 ,
                 what
                 may
                 we
                 pretend
                 ?
                 Withall
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 we
                 can
                 buy
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 world
                 it selfe
                 .
                 Alas
                 ,
                 what
                 good
                 in
                 the
                 possession
                 thereof
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 wholy
                 stuffed
                 with
                 euils
                 ?
                 See
                 we
                 not
                 euery
                 momēt
                 how
                 it
                 quite
                 destroyes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 it
                 runnes
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 to
                 its
                 end
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Sūne
                 to
                 its
                 West
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 richest
                 are
                 ordinarily
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 vnfortunate
                 of
                 all
                 others
                 :
                 for
                 that
                 hauing
                 by
                 lot
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 some
                 little
                 Empire
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 they
                 fall
                 absolutely
                 to
                 attribute
                 the
                 Soueraignity
                 thereof
                 to
                 thēselues
                 ;
                 &
                 in
                 the
                 vayne
                 thoughts
                 of
                 their
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 seeme
                 neuer
                 to
                 sigh
                 but
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 nay
                 they
                 euen
                 dy
                 with
                 them
                 .
                 O
                 dreadfull
                 Death
                 !
                 He
                 then
                 may
                 be
                 only
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 rich
                 ,
                 who
                 makes
                 profession
                 to
                 follow
                 vertue
                 ;
                 his
                 way
                 being
                 bordered
                 
                 with
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 represents
                 to
                 vs
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 whose
                 Roses
                 are
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 course
                 ,
                 to
                 crowne
                 our
                 labours
                 withall
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 we
                 cannot
                 loue
                 vertue
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 the
                 continuall
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Death
                 ;
                 since
                 to
                 see
                 its
                 Body
                 ,
                 we
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 seuer
                 our selues
                 from
                 the
                 shadowes
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
                 We
                 much
                 admire
                 some
                 feeble
                 ray
                 of
                 its
                 image
                 only
                 ,
                 vnder
                 the
                 obscure
                 veyle
                 of
                 our
                 mortall
                 condition
                 ;
                 but
                 that
                 only
                 in
                 idaea
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 it
                 were
                 in
                 a
                 dreame
                 .
                 We
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 awake
                 yet
                 once
                 more
                 ,
                 and
                 come
                 to
                 be
                 reborne
                 from
                 our
                 ashes
                 againe
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Phenix
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 the
                 great
                 Sunne
                 of
                 Iustice.
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 dy
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 reuiue
                 eternally
                 in
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 felicities
                 of
                 Heauen
                 .
              
               
                 Alexander
                 hath
                 no
                 greater
                 a
                 treasure
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 hopes
                 .
                 The
                 ayme
                 or
                 scope
                 of
                 his
                 Fortune
                 was
                 alwayes
                 vpon
                 the
                 future
                 ;
                 and
                 what
                 goods
                 soeuer
                 he
                 possessed
                 ,
                 he
                 euery
                 day
                 yet
                 attended
                 for
                 more
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 had
                 some
                 intelligence
                 with
                 Chance
                 ,
                 to
                 receiue
                 from
                 its
                 prodigall
                 hand
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 effects
                 of
                 his
                 desires
                 .
                 The
                 merchants
                 ,
                 that
                 go
                 in
                 pursuite
                 of
                 riches
                 vpon
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 liue
                 not
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 their
                 mercinary
                 cōquest
                 .
                 How
                 miserable
                 soeuer
                 they
                 find
                 themselues
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 their
                 nauigation
                 ,
                 they
                 so
                 mainly
                 forget
                 
                 themselues
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 sweet
                 thoughts
                 of
                 their
                 expectation
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 thinke
                 themselues
                 the
                 richest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 and
                 they
                 wil
                 sooner
                 be
                 loosing
                 their
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 rockes
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 beliefe
                 they
                 haue
                 thereof
                 .
                 So
                 much
                 their
                 imaginary
                 hope
                 seemes
                 to
                 carry
                 them
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 then
                 ,
                 more
                 boldly
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 more
                 reason
                 ,
                 that
                 such
                 as
                 termine
                 all
                 their
                 hopes
                 to
                 the
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 quench
                 the
                 thirst
                 of
                 our
                 soules
                 ,
                 still
                 increasing
                 more
                 and
                 more
                 ,
                 may
                 be
                 sayd
                 before
                 hand
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 richest
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
                 For
                 their
                 hope
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 that
                 of
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 whose
                 vowes
                 were
                 addressed
                 to
                 Fortune
                 ;
                 &
                 much
                 lesse
                 ,
                 that
                 other
                 of
                 those
                 old
                 Martiners
                 ,
                 as
                 changeable
                 as
                 the
                 sea
                 that
                 guides
                 them
                 ;
                 but
                 another
                 quite
                 different
                 ,
                 that
                 for
                 foundation
                 hath
                 but
                 Vertue
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 possessing
                 one
                 day
                 the
                 treasures
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 they
                 take
                 the
                 paynes
                 to
                 purchase
                 them
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 continuall
                 meditation
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 lesson
                 that
                 teacheth
                 vs
                 to
                 liue
                 well
                 .
                 They
                 passe
                 deliciously
                 their
                 tyme
                 in
                 the
                 expectation
                 of
                 their
                 last
                 day
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 to
                 those
                 merchants
                 ,
                 stand
                 counting
                 all
                 the
                 houres
                 of
                 their
                 voyage
                 ,
                 with
                 impatient
                 desire
                 to
                 see
                 out
                 of
                 hand
                 ,
                 the
                 very
                 last
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 perfectly
                 
                 happy
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 this
                 voyage
                 be
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 yet
                 they
                 esteeme
                 thēselues
                 so
                 rich
                 withall
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 change
                 their
                 hopes
                 ,
                 for
                 all
                 the
                 gold
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 confesse
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 only
                 hope
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 ioyned
                 with
                 vertues
                 is
                 the
                 only
                 good
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 atteyning
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 them
                 ;
                 where
                 a
                 holy
                 soule
                 may
                 find
                 the
                 full
                 accomplishmēt
                 of
                 its
                 desires
                 .
                 But
                 it
                 is
                 yet
                 to
                 be
                 considered
                 that
                 this
                 hope
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 these
                 vertues
                 can
                 haue
                 no
                 surer
                 foundation
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 continuall
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 our
                 good
                 doth
                 absolutely
                 depend
                 of
                 this
                 last
                 houre
                 ,
                 wherein
                 the
                 important
                 sentence
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 ,
                 or
                 Death
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 signified
                 vnto
                 vs.
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 mā
                 being
                 holily
                 rich
                 ,
                 heapes
                 vp
                 good
                 workes
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 as
                 diuine
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 to
                 enrich
                 his
                 soule
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 eternall
                 felicities
                 ,
                 which
                 may
                 accomplish
                 it
                 with
                 glory
                 and
                 contentment
                 .
                 He
                 liues
                 alwayes
                 contēnt
                 and
                 rich
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 pleasing
                 thought
                 (
                 forsooth
                 )
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 will
                 neuer
                 seeme
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 he
                 be
                 quite
                 dead
                 .
                 Whence
                 it
                 happens
                 that
                 he
                 tramples
                 vnderfoot
                 very
                 generously
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 greanesses
                 and
                 riches
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 knowledge
                 he
                 hath
                 of
                 those
                 ,
                 which
                 his
                 spirit
                 possesseth
                 without
                 euer
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 other
                 
                 enuy
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 finish
                 readily
                 his
                 voyage
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 exchange
                 for
                 Death
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 life
                 exempt
                 from
                 Death
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 we
                 may
                 wel
                 mainteyne
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 alwaies
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 richest
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 seeing
                 that
                 euen
                 such
                 thoughts
                 only
                 ,
                 may
                 make
                 him
                 to
                 purchase
                 the
                 treasure
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 wherein
                 consists
                 our
                 soueraigne
                 Good.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Contemplation
                 vpon
                 the
                 Tombe
                 of
                 Cresus
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 VIII
                 .
              
               
                 YOV
                 Rich-men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 know
                 no
                 other
                 God
                 ,
                 then
                 Gold
                 and
                 Siluer
                 ,
                 come
                 and
                 see
                 the
                 treasures
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 greatest
                 King
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 hath
                 carryed
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 mighty
                 King
                 Cresus
                 ,
                 to
                 whome
                 the
                 mines
                 serued
                 him
                 for
                 a
                 Coffer
                 the
                 Indyes
                 for
                 a
                 Cabinet
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Ocean
                 for
                 a
                 new
                 riuer
                 of
                 Pactolus
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 vainely
                 endeauoured
                 to
                 quench
                 the
                 thirst
                 of
                 his
                 guilty
                 auarice
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 his
                 most
                 haughty
                 ambition
                 .
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 your
                 memory
                 his
                 passed
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 behould
                 now
                 his
                 present
                 miseries
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 thinke
                 of
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 
                 all
                 of
                 roses
                 ,
                 consider
                 the
                 pouerty
                 of
                 his
                 Death
                 all
                 of
                 thornes
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 remember
                 the
                 magnificences
                 of
                 his
                 Court
                 ,
                 turne
                 the
                 lease
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 tyme
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 horrours
                 of
                 this
                 his
                 dismall
                 solitude
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 muse
                 yet
                 on
                 the
                 rich
                 ornaments
                 of
                 his
                 golden
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 see
                 &
                 contemplate
                 through
                 your
                 teares
                 ,
                 the
                 corruptiō
                 which
                 is
                 inclosed
                 with
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 haue
                 seene
                 him
                 seated
                 on
                 the
                 highest
                 top
                 of
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 behold
                 him
                 now
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 eye
                 abased
                 on
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 misery
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 liued
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 reigned
                 as
                 an
                 Idoll
                 within
                 the
                 Temple
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 proudest
                 Altar
                 of
                 Vanity
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 torch
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 is
                 put
                 out
                 ,
                 the
                 date
                 of
                 his
                 reigne
                 is
                 expired
                 ,
                 the
                 Temple
                 of
                 his
                 glory
                 is
                 demolished
                 ,
                 the
                 Aultar
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 is
                 destroyed
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 carkasse
                 which
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 Idol
                 that
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 prey
                 vnto
                 the
                 wormes
                 .
              
               
                 Gobrias
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 cause
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 drawne
                 heere
                 by
                 thy
                 Lyons
                 ,
                 on
                 thy
                 Chariot
                 of
                 massy
                 Gold
                 ,
                 before
                 thou
                 dyest
                 .
                 The
                 deceiptfull
                 glasses
                 of
                 thy
                 goodly
                 Mirrours
                 ,
                 hide
                 from
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 thy
                 defects
                 ,
                 &
                 let
                 thee
                 see
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 guilded
                 case
                 of
                 thy
                 rich
                 apparences
                 .
                 On
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 they
                 but
                 represent
                 to
                 thee
                 by
                 halfes
                 ,
                 while
                 this
                 Sepulcher
                 shal
                 depaynt
                 them
                 forth
                 to
                 thee
                 at
                 large
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 draught
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 selfe
                 
                 same
                 lineaments
                 ,
                 which
                 Nature
                 hath
                 markt
                 vpon
                 thy
                 body
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 moment
                 of
                 thy
                 birth
                 .
                 In
                 comming
                 hither
                 ,
                 to
                 visit
                 this
                 place
                 thou
                 shalt
                 not
                 stray
                 awhit
                 out
                 of
                 thy
                 way
                 ,
                 since
                 euery
                 moment
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 directs
                 thy
                 steps
                 vnto
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 Enter
                 a
                 little
                 into
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 and
                 reuert
                 from
                 thy
                 wandering
                 .
                 Thou
                 reposest
                 for
                 the
                 most
                 ,
                 vpon
                 a
                 Couch
                 all
                 of
                 gold
                 :
                 And
                 what
                 pleasure
                 takest
                 thou
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 to
                 passe
                 some
                 nights
                 vpon
                 this
                 bed
                 of
                 Flowers
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 must
                 lodge
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 tyme
                 ,
                 vpon
                 a
                 clod
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 wherof
                 thou
                 art
                 framed
                 &
                 moulded
                 ?
                 thou
                 takest
                 al
                 thy
                 repasts
                 vpō
                 a
                 siluer
                 Table
                 ,
                 thou
                 seest
                 this
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 wherof
                 thou
                 art
                 the
                 originall
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 serues
                 for
                 a
                 table
                 &
                 meate
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 for
                 the
                 wormes
                 to
                 feed
                 on
                 ?
                 Why
                 dost
                 thou
                 prize
                 so
                 much
                 thy
                 treasures
                 ?
                 Behould
                 to
                 what
                 estate
                 is
                 he
                 brought
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 possessed
                 all
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 World.
                 At
                 his
                 birth
                 he
                 had
                 for
                 portion
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 good
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ▪
                 and
                 in
                 dying
                 he
                 hath
                 inherited
                 all
                 the
                 miseries
                 of
                 nature
                 .
                 Imagine
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 had
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 what
                 is
                 left
                 him
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 purchased
                 al
                 ,
                 &
                 yet
                 possesseth
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nor
                 canst
                 thou
                 auoyd
                 his
                 lot
                 ,
                 whilest
                 thou
                 holdest
                 the
                 same
                 way
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 :
                 hence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 point
                 thee
                 out
                 thy
                 sepulcher
                 all
                 ready
                 within
                 his
                 Tombe
                 .
              
               
               
                 Policrates
                 ,
                 come
                 see
                 the
                 coffer
                 of
                 the
                 Treasures
                 of
                 Cresus
                 ,
                 to
                 glut
                 thy
                 couetous
                 appetite
                 with
                 all
                 ;
                 his
                 rotten
                 bones
                 I
                 meane
                 (
                 whose
                 marrow
                 the
                 wormes
                 deuoure
                 )
                 the
                 stench
                 of
                 this
                 prey
                 couered
                 with
                 a
                 linnen
                 sheet
                 ,
                 newly
                 weft
                 together
                 with
                 the
                 infection
                 .
                 Behold
                 now
                 all
                 ,
                 which
                 this
                 mighty
                 King
                 was
                 able
                 to
                 saue
                 from
                 the
                 Shipwracke
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 and
                 riches
                 al
                 together
                 .
                 These
                 are
                 the
                 lamentable
                 relickes
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 of
                 his
                 Maiesty
                 ,
                 as
                 of
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 ;
                 and
                 thou
                 runst
                 into
                 danger
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 rockes
                 ,
                 so
                 sayling
                 in
                 a
                 lyke
                 sea
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 change
                 not
                 the
                 Pylot
                 .
                 Take
                 profit
                 then
                 frō
                 the
                 domage
                 of
                 another
                 ,
                 &
                 mayster
                 thy
                 brutish
                 passions
                 ,
                 that
                 prepare
                 for
                 thine
                 enemies
                 ,
                 the
                 triumph
                 of
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 Lucullus
                 ,
                 come
                 and
                 visit
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 of
                 this
                 great
                 Prince
                 ,
                 before
                 thou
                 vnpeoplest
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 birds
                 ,
                 the
                 land
                 of
                 sauage
                 beasts
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 fishes
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 see
                 displayed
                 the
                 vanity
                 of
                 thy
                 enterprises
                 .
                 Thou
                 takest
                 a
                 glory
                 ,
                 while
                 thy
                 life
                 lasts
                 ,
                 to
                 afford
                 entertainement
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 :
                 Behould
                 awhile
                 ,
                 how
                 thou
                 art
                 like
                 to
                 be
                 intreated
                 after
                 thy
                 death
                 .
                 Cause
                 thy
                 tables
                 to
                 be
                 furnished
                 with
                 meats
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 delicious
                 that
                 are
                 ,
                 yet
                 of
                 necessity
                 must
                 all
                 the
                 company
                 ,
                 serue
                 one
                 day
                 as
                 a
                 last
                 course
                 for
                 the
                 wormes
                 .
                 Let
                 thy
                 festiuall
                 dayes
                 ,
                 hould
                 out
                 
                 for
                 a
                 whole
                 yeare
                 together
                 ,
                 the
                 Sun
                 which
                 shines
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ,
                 will
                 not
                 fayle
                 to
                 conduct
                 al
                 thy
                 bāquetting
                 ghests
                 into
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ;
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 looke
                 how
                 the
                 tyme
                 deuoures
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 so
                 likewise
                 doest
                 thou
                 seeme
                 to
                 deuoure
                 thy
                 life
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 food
                 that
                 doth
                 nourish
                 and
                 mainteyne
                 it
                 .
                 What
                 reckoning
                 canst
                 thou
                 make
                 of
                 al
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 thy
                 prodigious
                 magnificences
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 foundation
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 corruption
                 ?
                 For
                 al
                 the
                 proud
                 preparations
                 of
                 thy
                 Feasts
                 do
                 metamorphoze
                 themselues
                 into
                 infection
                 ,
                 with
                 thy
                 miserable
                 subiects
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 caused
                 the
                 expence
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 mercinary
                 Soules
                 ,
                 who
                 are
                 not
                 capable
                 of
                 loue
                 but
                 for
                 your
                 treasures
                 ,
                 nor
                 of
                 passion
                 but
                 to
                 make
                 you
                 Idolaters
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 you
                 stand
                 counting
                 your
                 Crownes
                 euery
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 keep
                 no
                 account
                 by
                 order
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 wise
                 foresight
                 of
                 the
                 small
                 tyme
                 which
                 is
                 left
                 you
                 to
                 enioy
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 serues
                 you
                 your
                 Booke
                 of
                 accompts
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 reckon
                 vp
                 the
                 summes
                 which
                 are
                 due
                 vnto
                 you
                 ;
                 if
                 you
                 want
                 vnderstāding
                 to
                 calculate
                 that
                 which
                 you
                 owe
                 to
                 your
                 conscience
                 ,
                 whose
                 interests
                 termine
                 themselues
                 ,
                 eyther
                 to
                 your
                 losse
                 or
                 safety
                 ?
                 You
                 vnbury
                 the
                 gould
                 and
                 siluer
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 going
                 to
                 
                 occupy
                 their
                 place
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 earth
                 .
                 You
                 buy
                 with
                 their
                 money
                 ,
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 sell
                 those
                 of
                 your
                 death
                 :
                 for
                 lyuing
                 in
                 delightes
                 ,
                 you
                 dye
                 in
                 torments
                 .
                 Know
                 you
                 not
                 that
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 Earth
                 ?
              
               
                 Wherefore
                 tye
                 you
                 then
                 your
                 affections
                 so
                 to
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 cannot
                 loue
                 without
                 hating
                 your selfe
                 ?
                 what
                 will
                 you
                 do
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 dye
                 ,
                 with
                 your
                 treasures
                 ?
                 I
                 doubt
                 very
                 much
                 you
                 wil
                 leaue
                 them
                 to
                 your
                 children
                 ;
                 but
                 yet
                 the
                 crymes
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 committed
                 in
                 procuring
                 thē
                 ,
                 shall
                 stil
                 be
                 abiding
                 with
                 you
                 :
                 so
                 as
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 your
                 Heires
                 passe
                 deliciously
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 loose
                 the
                 eternal
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 vs.
                 You
                 damne
                 your selues
                 ,
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 were
                 not
                 borne
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 others
                 .
                 Quit
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 before
                 it
                 quit
                 you
                 ,
                 &
                 bid
                 an
                 eternall
                 adieu
                 to
                 its
                 vanityes
                 .
                 Cresus
                 was
                 all
                 gould
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 are
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 is
                 he
                 all
                 dust
                 .
                 The
                 flash
                 of
                 his
                 riches
                 ,
                 did
                 dazle
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 except
                 Solon
                 ,
                 who
                 discouering
                 his
                 miseries
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midest
                 of
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 maintayned
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 poore
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 treasure
                 .
                 Go
                 you
                 sometymes
                 ,
                 before
                 your
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 imagine
                 the
                 houre
                 which
                 you
                 breath
                 in
                 to
                 be
                 your
                 last
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 consult
                 with
                 the
                 Oracle
                 of
                 your
                 iudgement
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 good
                 which
                 you
                 would
                 
                 haue
                 done
                 ,
                 before
                 this
                 cruell
                 separation
                 of
                 your selfe
                 from
                 your selfe
                 .
                 And
                 after
                 it
                 shall
                 haue
                 taught
                 you
                 your
                 duty
                 ,
                 suffer
                 not
                 your selfe
                 to
                 be
                 ouertaken
                 by
                 the
                 sundry
                 disasters
                 ,
                 which
                 euery
                 moment
                 may
                 be
                 taking
                 away
                 your
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Serue
                 your selfe
                 of
                 your
                 Riches
                 ,
                 without
                 glewing
                 your
                 affection
                 to
                 them
                 .
                 Since
                 you
                 are
                 the
                 mayster
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 suffer
                 them
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 your
                 mayster
                 .
                 You
                 haue
                 found
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 let
                 them
                 rest
                 for
                 you
                 ,
                 nor
                 let
                 any
                 one
                 be
                 fetching
                 thē
                 forth
                 .
                 Wel
                 may
                 you
                 be
                 hiding
                 them
                 in
                 your
                 coffers
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 tyme
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 Death
                 discouers
                 all
                 ,
                 &
                 it
                 is
                 in
                 your
                 hands
                 to
                 make
                 vp
                 the
                 last
                 accompt
                 ,
                 eyther
                 of
                 the
                 profit
                 ,
                 or
                 domage
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 shall
                 peraduēture
                 haue
                 caused
                 to
                 you
                 .
                 You
                 might
                 haue
                 purchased
                 Heauen
                 with
                 your
                 almes
                 ;
                 where
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 you
                 haue
                 rather
                 bought
                 euē
                 Hell
                 with
                 your
                 prodigalities
                 .
                 You
                 might
                 haue
                 built
                 Temples
                 to
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 bestowed
                 them
                 on
                 you
                 ;
                 &
                 you
                 haue
                 offered
                 them
                 in
                 sacrifices
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Aultar
                 of
                 your
                 passions
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 Idols
                 of
                 your
                 soules
                 .
              
               
                 Will
                 you
                 neuer
                 open
                 your
                 eyes
                 to
                 discouer
                 the
                 precipices
                 ,
                 which
                 encompasse
                 you
                 round
                 ?
                 Will
                 you
                 be
                 alwayes
                 cruell
                 to
                 your selues
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 preferring
                 of
                 the
                 mansion
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 before
                 that
                 of
                 heauen
                 ;
                 the
                 delights
                 
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 before
                 those
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 vayne
                 riches
                 of
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 before
                 the
                 treasures
                 of
                 the
                 eternall
                 glory
                 ?
                 Imagine
                 you
                 that
                 before
                 you
                 were
                 borne
                 you
                 were
                 nothing
                 ;
                 that
                 being
                 borne
                 ,
                 you
                 haue
                 but
                 quickened
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 corruption
                 ,
                 whose
                 life
                 cōceales
                 the
                 infection
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 Death
                 bewrayes
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 Say
                 now
                 then
                 you
                 Rich
                 men
                 as
                 Cresus
                 ,
                 shall
                 I
                 terme
                 you
                 miserable
                 with
                 Solon
                 ,
                 since
                 Death
                 takes
                 all
                 away
                 from
                 you
                 ,
                 saue
                 only
                 the
                 sorrow
                 of
                 hauing
                 liued
                 so
                 ill
                 a
                 life
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 he
                 who
                 thinkes
                 alwaies
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 wisest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 IX
                 .
              
               
                 VERITY
                 is
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 all
                 Sciences
                 .
                 And
                 of
                 all
                 verityes
                 there
                 is
                 none
                 more
                 knowne
                 ,
                 nor
                 is
                 more
                 sensible
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 our
                 mortall
                 condition
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dye
                 continually
                 without
                 cease
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 the
                 best
                 science
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 consists
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 ones
                 self
                 .
                 The
                 disasters
                 and
                 miseries
                 that
                 befal
                 vs
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
                 are
                 goodly
                 schooles
                 for
                 vs
                 to
                 become
                 learned
                 .
                 As
                 for
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 hould
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 onely
                 
                 meditation
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 instructs
                 vs
                 in
                 all
                 that
                 which
                 is
                 necessary
                 for
                 vs
                 to
                 know
                 .
                 Who
                 doubtes
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 thinkes
                 alwayes
                 of
                 his
                 end
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 great
                 Deuine
                 ;
                 if
                 all
                 the
                 goodly
                 Maximes
                 of
                 this
                 diuine
                 science
                 ,
                 termine
                 at
                 the
                 eternall
                 life
                 ,
                 which
                 followes
                 death
                 ?
                 That
                 he
                 is
                 a
                 Philosopher
                 ,
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 belieue
                 ;
                 for
                 if
                 Philosophy
                 learne
                 vs
                 the
                 art
                 of
                 reasoning
                 ,
                 we
                 can
                 serue
                 our selues
                 of
                 reason
                 ,
                 no
                 wayes
                 better
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 a
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 contemp
                 of
                 lyfe
                 .
                 That
                 he
                 be
                 an
                 Astrologer
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 meere
                 necessity
                 ,
                 because
                 ,
                 throgh
                 the
                 mouing
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 he
                 vnderstands
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 the
                 stars
                 ,
                 which
                 shine
                 vpon
                 him
                 ;
                 imagining
                 with
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 that
                 as
                 he
                 goes
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 ,
                 to
                 finish
                 his
                 course
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ;
                 so
                 lykewise
                 the
                 Sun
                 approches
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 its
                 lucid
                 race
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 fynd
                 at
                 last
                 its
                 vtmost
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 is
                 a
                 Mathematician
                 ,
                 the
                 resemblances
                 are
                 too
                 playne
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 measure
                 of
                 the
                 knowledge
                 he
                 hath
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 he
                 can
                 measure
                 the
                 height
                 ,
                 depth
                 ,
                 and
                 breadth
                 of
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 being
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 nature
                 with
                 him
                 .
                 That
                 he
                 should
                 be
                 ignorāt
                 of
                 Arithmetick
                 ,
                 it
                 were
                 not
                 credible
                 ;
                 for
                 since
                 he
                 can
                 tell
                 how
                 to
                 compt
                 all
                 the
                 moments
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 he
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 very
                 skilfull
                 in
                 numbers
                 .
                 I
                 should
                 thinke
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 skil
                 in
                 musike
                 
                 too
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 puts
                 his
                 passions
                 in
                 accord
                 ,
                 to
                 charme
                 his
                 spirit
                 with
                 their
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 .
                 He
                 must
                 of
                 necessity
                 be
                 a
                 great
                 Phisitian
                 since
                 he
                 busyes
                 his
                 soule
                 so
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 chiefe
                 health
                 of
                 his
                 innocency
                 ,
                 to
                 attaine
                 immortality
                 ,
                 in
                 musing
                 alwayes
                 vpon
                 Death
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 with
                 reason
                 might
                 we
                 hould
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 wisest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 :
                 and
                 the
                 wisest
                 that
                 are
                 to
                 authorize
                 my
                 saying
                 ,
                 may
                 well
                 be
                 glad
                 to
                 imitate
                 him
                 .
              
               
                 Aristotle
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 ill
                 imployed
                 thy
                 tyme
                 to
                 stand
                 so
                 much
                 in
                 discourse
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 without
                 knowing
                 the
                 miseries
                 thereof
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 thou
                 hadst
                 had
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 why
                 hadst
                 thou
                 not
                 followed
                 the
                 example
                 of
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 in
                 seeking
                 forth
                 a
                 new
                 one
                 ,
                 not
                 for
                 to
                 conquer
                 it
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 to
                 liue
                 in
                 ,
                 eternally
                 happy
                 ?
                 And
                 as
                 his
                 valour
                 had
                 put
                 the
                 conceipt
                 into
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 so
                 might
                 thy
                 spirit
                 haue
                 giuen
                 thee
                 the
                 same
                 proiect
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 playne
                 therefore
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 spoken
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 with
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 heauen
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 heauen
                 with
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 made
                 an
                 Anatomy
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 discoursing
                 with
                 iudgemēt
                 ,
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 second
                 causes
                 which
                 do
                 make
                 the
                 springs
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 to
                 moue
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 gyuen
                 the
                 definition
                 of
                 al
                 things
                 ,
                 but
                 only
                 of
                 thy self
                 ;
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 couldst
                 not
                 haue
                 remembred
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 
                 forgetting
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 Thou
                 wast
                 busyed
                 much
                 in
                 counting
                 the
                 nūber
                 of
                 the
                 heauens
                 ,
                 without
                 assigning
                 thy
                 place
                 there
                 put
                 aloft
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 noted
                 the
                 diuers
                 motions
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ;
                 thou
                 hast
                 spoken
                 of
                 it's
                 Eclypses
                 ,
                 without
                 once
                 informing
                 thy selfe
                 of
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 giuen
                 it
                 the
                 being
                 ,
                 and
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 hast
                 discourst
                 very
                 aptly
                 of
                 the
                 reuolution
                 of
                 ages
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 continuall
                 vicissitude
                 of
                 tyme
                 ;
                 without
                 taking
                 any
                 heed
                 to
                 the
                 perpetuall
                 inconstancy
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 maintayned
                 ,
                 that
                 whatsoeuer
                 subsists
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 runnes
                 post
                 to
                 it's
                 ruine
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 perceiuedst
                 not
                 thy self
                 to
                 runne
                 awhit
                 towards
                 the
                 Tōbe
                 with
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 created
                 things
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 spoken
                 not
                 a
                 word
                 of
                 this
                 second
                 life
                 ,
                 wherein
                 abides
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 all
                 our
                 happines
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 yielded
                 the
                 Sunne
                 to
                 be
                 eclypsed
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 afforded
                 the
                 Moone
                 to
                 take
                 diuers
                 coūtenāces
                 vpon
                 her
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 giuen
                 leaue
                 to
                 Serpents
                 to
                 be
                 changing
                 their
                 skin
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 Phenix
                 to
                 reuiue
                 of
                 it's
                 ashes
                 ;
                 and
                 cruell
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 taken
                 away
                 the
                 hope
                 from
                 thee
                 of
                 euer
                 arising
                 againe
                 .
                 Thy
                 spirit
                 hath
                 beene
                 like
                 to
                 a
                 torch
                 ,
                 which
                 consumes
                 it selfe
                 to
                 giue
                 others
                 light
                 .
                 For
                 thou
                 labourest
                 to
                 discouer
                 to
                 men
                 all
                 the
                 
                 goodlyest
                 secrets
                 of
                 nature
                 ;
                 and
                 hast
                 voluntarily
                 hidden
                 from
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 the
                 secrets
                 of
                 thine
                 owne
                 saluation
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 lent
                 Ariadnes
                 threed
                 to
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 spirits
                 who
                 were
                 intangled
                 in
                 the
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 without
                 once
                 being
                 able
                 ,
                 to
                 get
                 forth
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 though
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 its
                 causes
                 and
                 effects
                 :
                 &
                 thou
                 hast
                 euen
                 damned
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 Fooles
                 ,
                 speake
                 not
                 but
                 of
                 thy
                 Prudence
                 ,
                 and
                 wise
                 men
                 of
                 thy
                 Folly.
                 It
                 had
                 beene
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 better
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 thou
                 hadst
                 possest
                 all
                 the
                 Vertues
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 speake
                 so
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 without
                 them
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 their
                 absence
                 .
                 Thou
                 madst
                 profession
                 to
                 teach
                 mē
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 reason
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 hast
                 neuer
                 beene
                 speaking
                 with
                 thy selfe
                 thereof
                 ,
                 therby
                 to
                 bring
                 thee
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 contempt
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 and
                 desire
                 of
                 heauen
                 .
                 Thy
                 light
                 hath
                 dazeled
                 thee
                 ,
                 thine
                 armes
                 haue
                 vanquished
                 thee
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 greatnes
                 of
                 thy
                 Spirit
                 hath
                 made
                 thee
                 miserable
                 .
                 For
                 with
                 endeauouring
                 to
                 merit
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 raysed
                 thy selfe
                 aboue
                 all
                 the
                 Empires
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 thy selfe
                 to
                 be
                 adored
                 ;
                 &
                 that
                 thy
                 Example
                 might
                 serue
                 as
                 a
                 law
                 vnto
                 others
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 beene
                 the
                 first
                 Idolatour
                 of
                 thy selfe
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 wouldst
                 not
                 belieue
                 that
                 there
                 was
                 one
                 God
                 in
                 heauen
                 ,
                 because
                 thou
                 saidst
                 thy self
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 God
                 on
                 earth
                 .
                 Thou
                 wouldst
                 
                 not
                 speake
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 as
                 knowing
                 wel
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 distributes
                 the
                 good
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 euill
                 to
                 ech
                 one
                 ,
                 should
                 seeme
                 to
                 prepare
                 there
                 a
                 Hell
                 for
                 thee
                 to
                 punish
                 thy
                 arrogācy
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 were
                 once
                 affoarded
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 re-begin
                 thy
                 course
                 againe
                 ,
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 doubtles
                 forget
                 the
                 vanity
                 of
                 all
                 thy
                 learning
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 thinking
                 continually
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 whiles
                 these
                 only
                 thoughts
                 do
                 learne
                 vs
                 all
                 manner
                 of
                 sciences
                 .
                 The
                 glory
                 which
                 is
                 left
                 thee
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 spoken
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 is
                 shut
                 vp
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 though
                 it
                 should
                 last
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 it
                 ,
                 yet
                 shall
                 it
                 alwayes
                 dye
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 Thy
                 reputation
                 is
                 reuereneed
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 art
                 trod
                 on
                 vnder
                 foot
                 in
                 Hell.
                 Men
                 do
                 honour
                 thy
                 name
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 deuils
                 torment
                 thy
                 soule
                 .
                 Behold
                 all
                 the
                 recompence
                 of
                 thy
                 trauailes
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 boldly
                 then
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 is
                 alwayes
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 is
                 ignorant
                 of
                 nothing
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 be
                 esteemed
                 wise
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 liue
                 with
                 his
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 only
                 obiect
                 of
                 the
                 glory
                 we
                 hope
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 felicity
                 we
                 attend
                 euery
                 houre
                 .
              
               
                 Plato
                 ,
                 to
                 what
                 purpose
                 serues
                 thee
                 ,
                 that
                 faire
                 Renowne
                 ,
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 caused
                 to
                 suruiue
                 thy
                 ashes
                 ?
                 They
                 speake
                 euery
                 one
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 but
                 if
                 they
                 fetch
                 any
                 argument
                 of
                 thy
                 wisedome
                 ,
                 they
                 conclude
                 vpon
                 thy
                 folly
                 ,
                 while
                 Death
                 dishonours
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 .
                 We
                 
                 may
                 compare
                 thee
                 to
                 Hanniball
                 ;
                 for
                 after
                 he
                 had
                 triumphed
                 ouer
                 others
                 ,
                 he
                 let
                 himselfe
                 be
                 vanquished
                 by
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 hauing
                 receyued
                 a
                 law
                 from
                 his
                 passions
                 ,
                 &
                 a
                 seruitude
                 from
                 his
                 vices
                 .
                 In
                 lyke
                 māner
                 may
                 we
                 say
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 hadst
                 couragiously
                 triumphed
                 ouer
                 all
                 thy
                 popular
                 errours
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 thy
                 chiefe
                 domesticke
                 enemies
                 :
                 after
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 thou
                 hadst
                 left
                 thy
                 goodly
                 actions
                 ,
                 for
                 so
                 many
                 examples
                 of
                 morall
                 vertues
                 ;
                 thou
                 buryedst
                 the
                 richest
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 within
                 thy
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 which
                 surmounts
                 all
                 tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 inconstancy
                 thereof
                 :
                 for
                 at
                 thy
                 Death
                 ,
                 thou
                 adoredst
                 many
                 Gods
                 ,
                 as
                 repenting
                 thee
                 of
                 the
                 opinions
                 ,
                 yea
                 of
                 the
                 beliefe
                 thou
                 hadst
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 tookest
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 of
                 paynes
                 to
                 procure
                 the
                 surname
                 of
                 Deuine
                 ,
                 through
                 thy
                 diuine
                 thoughtes
                 ;
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 highest
                 of
                 thy
                 soaring
                 pitch
                 ,
                 thy
                 spirit
                 ,
                 as
                 an
                 illegitimate
                 yong
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 endure
                 the
                 splendour
                 of
                 the
                 sun
                 of
                 faith
                 ,
                 was
                 cast
                 down
                 headlong
                 from
                 the
                 top
                 of
                 the
                 heauens
                 to
                 the
                 lowest
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 where
                 dying
                 alwayes
                 in
                 punishments
                 ,
                 and
                 reuiuing
                 euery
                 momēt
                 in
                 their
                 dolours
                 ,
                 it
                 shall
                 liue
                 for
                 euer
                 in
                 eternall
                 paynes
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 then
                 agayne
                 once
                 more
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 sciences
                 are
                 but
                 meere
                 vanity
                 ,
                 except
                 such
                 as
                 teach
                 vs
                 to
                 liue
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 dy
                 
                 happily
                 .
                 And
                 that
                 after
                 this
                 manner
                 ,
                 who
                 thinkes
                 continually
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 wisest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Contemplation
                 vpon
                 the
                 Tombe
                 of
                 Salomon
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 X.
                 
              
               
                 RETVRNE
                 yet
                 once
                 agayne
                 O
                 great
                 Queene
                 of
                 Saba
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 this
                 wise
                 Salomon
                 ,
                 &
                 come
                 attended
                 with
                 your
                 magnificent
                 trayne
                 ,
                 that
                 euen
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 subiects
                 ,
                 who
                 were
                 the
                 witnesses
                 of
                 your
                 ioy
                 ,
                 may
                 be
                 the
                 same
                 likewise
                 of
                 your
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 cruell
                 change
                 ,
                 both
                 of
                 tyme
                 &
                 fortune
                 .
                 You
                 haue
                 passed
                 through
                 many
                 a
                 sea
                 ,
                 and
                 happily
                 beene
                 quit
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 dangers
                 on
                 the
                 land
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 visit
                 this
                 great
                 Monarke
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 Abridgement
                 of
                 the
                 wonders
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Put
                 your selfe
                 once
                 more
                 into
                 the
                 perils
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 rockes
                 ,
                 and
                 into
                 a
                 new
                 danger
                 of
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 voyage
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 setting
                 of
                 this
                 Sun
                 ,
                 the
                 ashes
                 of
                 this
                 Phonix
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 and
                 corruption
                 of
                 this
                 incomparable
                 ,
                 of
                 this
                 inimitable
                 ,
                 of
                 this
                 mighty
                 King
                 of
                 Sages
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 metamorphosis
                 ?
                 The
                 splendour
                 of
                 
                 his
                 Riches
                 ,
                 had
                 once
                 dazeled
                 your
                 eyes
                 ,
                 &
                 now
                 the
                 horrour
                 of
                 his
                 pouerty
                 ,
                 doth
                 begg
                 euen
                 teares
                 of
                 your
                 compassion
                 .
                 Heeretofore
                 you
                 cōtemplated
                 his
                 power
                 with
                 astonishment
                 ;
                 and
                 now
                 see
                 into
                 what
                 plight
                 of
                 feeblenes
                 haue
                 miseries
                 brought
                 him
                 .
                 You
                 admired
                 the
                 greatnes
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 ▪
                 &
                 that
                 likewise
                 of
                 his
                 spirit
                 ,
                 ioyned
                 with
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 his
                 wisedome
                 ;
                 but
                 now
                 consider
                 how
                 all
                 these
                 goodly
                 qualityes
                 haue
                 not
                 beene
                 able
                 ,
                 to
                 exempt
                 him
                 from
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 prey
                 vnto
                 the
                 worms
                 .
                 You
                 haue
                 adored
                 him
                 on
                 the
                 Theater
                 of
                 his
                 Vanities
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 he
                 represented
                 the
                 personage
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 King
                 that
                 euer
                 wore
                 a
                 Crowne
                 ;
                 and
                 turning
                 the
                 leafe
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 twinckling
                 of
                 an
                 eye
                 ,
                 is
                 this
                 very
                 King
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 a
                 loathsome
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 whome
                 horrour
                 &
                 amazement
                 hold
                 in
                 pledge
                 ,
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 be
                 conuerted
                 into
                 dust
                 ;
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 beene
                 indeed
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 is
                 all
                 .
                 And
                 hardly
                 dare
                 we
                 now
                 maintaine
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 he
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 in
                 seeking
                 him
                 out
                 ,
                 within
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 is
                 he
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 found
                 :
                 
                   So
                   vanisheth
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   all
                   flyes
                   into
                   the
                   Tombe
                   .
                
              
               
                 Solon
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 hast
                 borne
                 the
                 surname
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 seauen
                 Sages
                 of
                 Greece
                 ,
                 come
                 &
                 visit
                 this
                 tombe
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 wisest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 of
                 
                 this
                 incomparable
                 Salomon
                 .
                 He
                 was
                 great
                 of
                 birth
                 ,
                 great
                 in
                 happines
                 ,
                 great
                 in
                 power
                 ,
                 great
                 in
                 riches
                 ,
                 &
                 most
                 great
                 in
                 knowledge
                 ;
                 But
                 behold
                 now
                 ,
                 how
                 his
                 rich
                 cradle
                 is
                 chāged
                 into
                 this
                 poore
                 Sepulcher
                 ;
                 How
                 his
                 felicity
                 ,
                 hath
                 taken
                 the
                 visage
                 of
                 misfortune
                 ;
                 How
                 his
                 power
                 is
                 bounded
                 in
                 the
                 impotēcy
                 thou
                 seest
                 him
                 in
                 .
                 He
                 is
                 not
                 great
                 but
                 in
                 miseries
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 not
                 rich
                 but
                 in
                 wormes
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 the
                 follies
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 wrought
                 .
                 Among
                 so
                 many
                 goodly
                 lawes
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 gyuen
                 to
                 the
                 Athenians
                 ,
                 remember
                 thy selfe
                 of
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 nature
                 hath
                 imposed
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 dy
                 at
                 all
                 howers
                 ,
                 vntil
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 be
                 quite
                 dead
                 .
                 Thou
                 dost
                 in
                 vayne
                 command
                 thy
                 bones
                 to
                 be
                 cast
                 into
                 diuers
                 places
                 after
                 thy
                 Death
                 ;
                 for
                 if
                 they
                 putrify
                 not
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 ech
                 one
                 of
                 thē
                 shall
                 produce
                 a
                 stench
                 from
                 the
                 marrow
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 shal
                 be
                 buryed
                 .
                 Thou
                 must
                 necessarily
                 follow
                 the
                 lot
                 of
                 this
                 great
                 Sage
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 are
                 brothers
                 both
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 condition
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 taught
                 others
                 long
                 inough
                 ;
                 learne
                 thou
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 as
                 yet
                 thou
                 knowest
                 not
                 .
                 Thou
                 teachest
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 liue
                 ;
                 learne
                 thou
                 thy selfe
                 to
                 dy
                 well
                 .
                 Thy
                 knowledge
                 is
                 but
                 vanity
                 .
                 For
                 though
                 thy
                 precepts
                 be
                 engrauen
                 in
                 marble
                 and
                 brasse
                 ▪
                 time
                 which
                 deuoures
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 shall
                 deface
                 
                 the
                 remembrance
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 to
                 so
                 bury
                 thy
                 glory
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 lyuest
                 not
                 for
                 thy
                 soule
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 thy
                 body
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 scarce
                 belieue
                 thou
                 hast
                 lyued
                 at
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 Periander
                 ,
                 come
                 &
                 behould
                 thy
                 Companion
                 of
                 renowne
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 knowest
                 him
                 not
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 estate
                 he
                 is
                 brought
                 into
                 ,
                 touch
                 but
                 thy
                 owne
                 miseries
                 with
                 thy
                 finger
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 playnly
                 discouer
                 on
                 their
                 face
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 draughts
                 of
                 his
                 resemblāce
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 been
                 King
                 as
                 wel
                 as
                 thou
                 ,
                 as
                 good
                 ,
                 as
                 wise
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 thou
                 bearst
                 the
                 Surname
                 of
                 Tyrant
                 aboue
                 him
                 and
                 that
                 he
                 hath
                 not
                 beene
                 a
                 Tyrant
                 of
                 his
                 people
                 ;
                 yet
                 the
                 vanities
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 haue
                 beene
                 so
                 .
                 He
                 is
                 dead
                 howsoeuer
                 ;
                 and
                 at
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 tyme
                 ,
                 wherein
                 truly
                 thou
                 behold'st
                 his
                 putrified
                 bones
                 ,
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 hath
                 brought
                 thee
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 ,
                 into
                 ashes
                 ,
                 neere
                 vnto
                 his
                 ashes
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 tracest
                 the
                 same
                 way
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 put
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 thy
                 saluation
                 into
                 doubt
                 .
                 I
                 would
                 haue
                 thee
                 be
                 a
                 Tyrant
                 also
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 only
                 against
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 cruell
                 to
                 thy
                 passions
                 ,
                 nor
                 euer
                 to
                 pardon
                 thy
                 faults
                 ;
                 otherwise
                 reason
                 shall
                 be
                 depriuing
                 thee
                 of
                 the
                 Surname
                 of
                 a
                 Sage
                 ,
                 which
                 thy
                 folly
                 hath
                 giuen
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Pittacus
                 ,
                 be
                 thou
                 a
                 partner
                 likewise
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 miseries
                 of
                 thy
                 like
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 learne
                 thy
                 good
                 spirit
                 wisedome
                 ,
                 employ
                 
                 thy
                 reason
                 ,
                 and
                 eloquence
                 to
                 chase
                 away
                 vices
                 from
                 thy
                 country
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 the
                 Tirant
                 though
                 thy
                 force
                 and
                 courage
                 .
                 Thou
                 sayest
                 ,
                 we
                 ought
                 to
                 foresee
                 the
                 accidents
                 afarre
                 of
                 ,
                 which
                 may
                 happen
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 suffer
                 them
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 more
                 constancy
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 light
                 :
                 why
                 thinkst
                 thou
                 not
                 then
                 ,
                 alwayes
                 of
                 this
                 accident
                 ,
                 inseparable
                 from
                 Death
                 ,
                 which
                 pursues
                 vs
                 neerer
                 then
                 a
                 shadow
                 the
                 body
                 ;
                 not
                 for
                 the
                 suffering
                 of
                 the
                 paynes
                 with
                 the
                 greater
                 constancy
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 with
                 more
                 profit
                 ,
                 that
                 Death
                 might
                 make
                 thee
                 a
                 successour
                 of
                 a
                 more
                 happy
                 life
                 ?
                 Behould
                 in
                 this
                 tombe
                 ,
                 the
                 image
                 of
                 all
                 thy
                 errours
                 .
                 See
                 wherein
                 consists
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 vayne
                 renowne
                 ,
                 wherof
                 thou
                 becōmest
                 an
                 idolater
                 .
                 If
                 this
                 great
                 Sage
                 haue
                 beene
                 so
                 taxed
                 ,
                 how
                 shalt
                 thou
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 auoyd
                 the
                 blame
                 and
                 shame
                 at
                 once
                 ?
                 I
                 leaue
                 thee
                 to
                 thinke
                 and
                 meditate
                 vpon
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 Bias
                 ,
                 come
                 and
                 behould
                 through
                 curiosity
                 the
                 ashes
                 of
                 the
                 wisest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 to
                 iudge
                 whether
                 there
                 be
                 any
                 difference
                 betweene
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 fooles
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 horrour
                 of
                 the
                 tombe
                 will
                 not
                 astonish
                 thee
                 awhit
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 hast
                 seene
                 thy
                 country
                 sackt
                 already
                 with
                 a
                 dry
                 eye
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 children
                 dead
                 before
                 thee
                 .
                 But
                 in
                 these
                 actions
                 it
                 is
                 not
                 ,
                 where
                 thou
                 art
                 to
                 
                 make
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 thy
                 spirit
                 to
                 appeare
                 .
                 After
                 thou
                 hadst
                 lost
                 all
                 ,
                 thou
                 oughtst
                 to
                 haue
                 saued
                 thy selfe
                 to
                 be
                 rich
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 Thou
                 belieuest
                 ,
                 thy
                 vertue
                 should
                 appeare
                 ,
                 with
                 saying
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 carryest
                 all
                 thou
                 hast
                 about
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 hadst
                 saued
                 all
                 thy
                 goods
                 from
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 thy
                 towne
                 ,
                 wherein
                 thou
                 mistakest
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 For
                 thou
                 wert
                 puffed
                 greatly
                 with
                 thy
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 charged
                 with
                 the
                 weighty
                 burden
                 of
                 thy
                 vayne
                 sciences
                 .
                 Thou
                 knowest
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 ought
                 to
                 be
                 ignorant
                 of
                 ,
                 to
                 become
                 well
                 skilled
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 true
                 vertue
                 indeed
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 let
                 thee
                 say
                 playnely
                 thine
                 owne
                 folly
                 ,
                 so
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 precepts
                 of
                 thy
                 wisedome
                 haue
                 neuer
                 yet
                 saued
                 any
                 one
                 of
                 those
                 that
                 obserued
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 Thou
                 preachest
                 vertue
                 ,
                 and
                 adorest
                 but
                 a
                 false
                 image
                 therof
                 ▪
                 wisedome
                 consists
                 not
                 but
                 in
                 alwayes
                 thinking
                 of
                 death
                 ;
                 and
                 thou
                 hast
                 nothing
                 more
                 deare
                 ,
                 then
                 lyfe
                 in
                 the
                 blindnesse
                 ,
                 wherein
                 thou
                 art
                 .
                 Misfortune
                 robs
                 thee
                 euery
                 houre
                 of
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 thy self
                 ,
                 through
                 continuall
                 losse
                 of
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 thou
                 louest
                 most
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 art
                 insensible
                 of
                 all
                 these
                 attempts
                 .
                 But
                 heerin
                 thou
                 letst
                 thy
                 vanity
                 appeare
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 any
                 vertue
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 referrest
                 not
                 the
                 effects
                 of
                 thy
                 patience
                 to
                 the
                 absolute
                 cause
                 ,
                 
                 which
                 giues
                 thee
                 grace
                 thereunto
                 .
                 Thou
                 Enemy
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 thou
                 pullest
                 the
                 wings
                 of
                 thy
                 spirit
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 may
                 not
                 fly
                 aboue
                 thy
                 nature
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 Authour
                 thereof
                 .
                 Consider
                 the
                 glory
                 that
                 shall
                 rest
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 left
                 for
                 thee
                 .
                 The
                 stone
                 of
                 this
                 tombe
                 which
                 thou
                 seest
                 shall
                 wayte
                 vpon
                 thy
                 flesh
                 to
                 couer
                 it
                 with
                 all
                 ,
                 in
                 corruption
                 and
                 infection
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 thou
                 will
                 be
                 reputed
                 wise
                 ,
                 thinke
                 continually
                 vpon
                 this
                 verity
                 .
              
               
                 Thales
                 ,
                 thou
                 must
                 be
                 a
                 party
                 lykewise
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 come
                 and
                 see
                 ,
                 the
                 mayster
                 of
                 the
                 Sages
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 poore
                 little
                 lodging
                 ,
                 which
                 nature
                 hath
                 prepared
                 him
                 from
                 his
                 birth
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 beene
                 farre
                 more
                 wise
                 then
                 thou
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 hardly
                 byn
                 able
                 to
                 fynd
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 his
                 saluation
                 .
                 He
                 knew
                 so
                 perfectly
                 ,
                 the
                 effects
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 seconde
                 causes
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 forgot
                 oftentymes
                 to
                 yield
                 due
                 homage
                 vnto
                 the
                 first
                 and
                 soueraygne
                 cause
                 ,
                 onely
                 adorable
                 .
                 Take
                 thou
                 thy
                 profit
                 then
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 exāple
                 of
                 his
                 losse
                 .
                 Thou
                 studyest
                 vaynly
                 to
                 marke
                 the
                 courses
                 of
                 tyme
                 ,
                 consider
                 rather
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 pulls
                 thee
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 into
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 breakest
                 thou
                 thy
                 braynes
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 from
                 whence
                 the
                 winds
                 proceed
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 oughtst
                 to
                 feare
                 that
                 of
                 vanity
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 threatnes
                 thee
                 with
                 shipwracke
                 ?
                 Thou
                 
                 further
                 notest
                 sundry
                 motions
                 of
                 the
                 starres
                 ,
                 it
                 sufficeth
                 thee
                 ,
                 that
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Sea
                 be
                 fauorable
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 shun
                 the
                 rockes
                 of
                 that
                 other
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 wherto
                 nature
                 hath
                 made
                 thee
                 to
                 embarke
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 Thou
                 makest
                 lessons
                 to
                 thy
                 schollers
                 vpon
                 thunder
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 very
                 curiosity
                 of
                 thine
                 ;
                 thou
                 shouldest
                 not
                 seeke
                 for
                 shelters
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 thunders
                 of
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 which
                 shal
                 shortly
                 punish
                 thee
                 for
                 thy
                 foolish
                 errours
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 wilt
                 be
                 wise
                 indeed
                 ,
                 forget
                 thou
                 all
                 what
                 thou
                 knowest
                 ,
                 nor
                 do
                 thou
                 euer
                 remember
                 but
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 soone
                 shalt
                 thou
                 return
                 into
                 Earth
                 agayne
                 ,
                 as
                 this
                 great
                 King
                 whose
                 ashes
                 thou
                 beholdest
                 ,
                 enuironed
                 with
                 horrour
                 and
                 infection
                 .
                 Go
                 now
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 a
                 lesson
                 to
                 thy
                 schollers
                 ,
                 of
                 that
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 seene
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 shalt
                 thou
                 deserue
                 the
                 surname
                 of
                 a
                 Sage
                 .
              
               
                 Chilon
                 ,
                 step
                 thou
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 thy
                 way
                 ,
                 to
                 come
                 and
                 see
                 the
                 ruines
                 of
                 this
                 Colossus
                 heere
                 of
                 Greatnesse
                 ,
                 whose
                 vnmeasurable
                 height
                 astonished
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 King
                 Solomon
                 ,
                 the
                 wonder
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Monarkes
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 Demaūd
                 of
                 him
                 now
                 what
                 he
                 hath
                 done
                 with
                 his
                 crowne
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 slaues
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 now
                 his
                 pleasures
                 are
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 he
                 answere
                 thee
                 not
                 
                 a
                 word
                 ,
                 make
                 the
                 same
                 demaunds
                 of
                 thine
                 owne
                 spirit
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 shall
                 answere
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 vanished
                 like
                 smoke
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 slid
                 away
                 like
                 waues
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 rouled
                 thence
                 like
                 a
                 torrēt
                 ,
                 that
                 al
                 is
                 melt
                 a
                 way
                 like
                 snow
                 ;
                 &
                 that
                 al
                 these
                 shadowes
                 haue
                 pursued
                 their
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 ruine
                 where
                 thou
                 seest
                 it
                 .
                 Thou
                 oughtst
                 to
                 haue
                 engraued
                 this
                 precept
                 which
                 thou
                 gauest
                 forth
                 of
                 
                   Nosce
                   teipsum
                
                 ,
                 on
                 thy
                 hart
                 rather
                 ,
                 then
                 on
                 the
                 Temple
                 of
                 Apollo
                 .
                 For
                 this
                 knowledge
                 is
                 not
                 compatible
                 with
                 thine
                 errours
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 giuen
                 forth
                 this
                 second
                 Precept
                 ,
                 
                   Of
                   neuer
                   coueting
                   too
                   much
                
                 ,
                 wherein
                 truly
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 not
                 culpable
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 desiredst
                 not
                 inough
                 .
                 Thou
                 assignest
                 all
                 thy
                 pretensions
                 on
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 wert
                 borne
                 but
                 for
                 it
                 ;
                 it
                 seemes
                 the
                 Sunne
                 neuer
                 rises
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 conuince
                 thee
                 of
                 ingratitude
                 ,
                 since
                 for
                 the
                 goodnes
                 of
                 its
                 effects
                 ,
                 thou
                 neuer
                 didst
                 homage
                 to
                 the
                 cause
                 from
                 whence
                 hath
                 it
                 receiued
                 the
                 being
                 and
                 the
                 light
                 it
                 hath
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 had
                 as
                 many
                 tongues
                 as
                 beames
                 ,
                 it
                 would
                 haue
                 published
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 both
                 his
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 forgetfulnes
                 .
                 Confesse
                 then
                 the
                 errour
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 haue
                 men
                 iustly
                 to
                 attribute
                 wisedome
                 to
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 Ceobulus
                 ,
                 come
                 thou
                 in
                 thy
                 turne
                 lykewise
                 ,
                 to
                 visit
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Sages
                 ,
                 not
                 in
                 his
                 
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 litle
                 house
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 harbingers
                 of
                 death
                 haue
                 appointed
                 for
                 him
                 .
                 Thou
                 bestowest
                 thy
                 tyme
                 but
                 ill
                 ;
                 for
                 thou
                 shouldest
                 be
                 making
                 of
                 verses
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 art
                 full
                 of
                 them
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 to
                 wit
                 ,
                 of
                 wormes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 loue
                 thy
                 Poesy
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 make
                 verses
                 on
                 thy
                 wormes
                 ,
                 describe
                 thy
                 miseries
                 ,
                 and
                 neuer
                 speake
                 but
                 of
                 thy
                 misfortunes
                 ;
                 otherwise
                 ,
                 shalt
                 thou
                 loose
                 the
                 Surname
                 thou
                 hast
                 of
                 a
                 Sage
                 .
                 Thou
                 seest
                 well
                 how
                 the
                 science
                 thou
                 professest
                 ,
                 teacheth
                 not
                 but
                 vanity
                 ,
                 &
                 how
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 the
                 great
                 maister
                 of
                 it
                 .
                 True
                 wisedome
                 consists
                 in
                 possessing
                 all
                 the
                 vertues
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 yet
                 liuest
                 in
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 atteyning
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 to
                 know
                 ones
                 selfe
                 .
                 Salomon
                 was
                 wiser
                 then
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 and
                 wisedome
                 both
                 ,
                 was
                 he
                 taxed
                 of
                 folly
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 beene
                 the
                 greatest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 this
                 little
                 trench
                 which
                 thou
                 seest
                 conteyneth
                 all
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 .
                 The
                 lands
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 are
                 comprised
                 within
                 this
                 litle
                 hillocke
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 whereinto
                 he
                 is
                 reduced
                 :
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 forgo
                 thy
                 vanity
                 ,
                 behould
                 somwhat
                 neere
                 ,
                 his
                 miseries
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shal
                 learn
                 all
                 the
                 Sciences
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 in
                 the
                 meditation
                 of
                 his
                 nothing
                 .
                 You
                 Sages
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 if
                 you
                 establish
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 your
                 glory
                 on
                 your
                 prudence
                 ,
                 all
                 is
                 but
                 vanity
                 .
                 Behold
                 ,
                 
                 contemplate
                 ,
                 and
                 publish
                 freely
                 the
                 truth
                 you
                 know
                 ;
                 I
                 for
                 my
                 part
                 will
                 not
                 learne
                 other
                 science
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 liuing
                 wel
                 ,
                 since
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 science
                 of
                 the
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 for
                 obiect
                 an
                 immortall
                 glory
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Contemplation
                 vpon
                 the
                 Tombe
                 of
                 Helena
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XI
                 .
              
               
                 RETVRNE
                 thou
                 ,
                 O
                 Menalaus
                 ,
                 with
                 thy
                 Army
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 conquest
                 of
                 this
                 fayre
                 Helena
                 ,
                 to
                 triumph
                 now
                 at
                 last
                 vpon
                 her
                 vtmost
                 spoyles
                 .
                 Imagine
                 the
                 Tombe
                 wherein
                 she
                 is
                 enclosed
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 the
                 proud
                 Troy
                 ,
                 which
                 deteynes
                 her
                 from
                 thee
                 .
                 Marshall
                 thy
                 Army
                 about
                 her
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 the
                 valiantest
                 of
                 thy
                 soldiers
                 ,
                 well
                 armed
                 against
                 the
                 horrour
                 and
                 affrightes
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 infections
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 giue
                 the
                 first
                 onset
                 to
                 this
                 fortresse
                 of
                 miseryes
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 need
                 to
                 reduce
                 her
                 into
                 ashes
                 ,
                 since
                 she
                 is
                 wholy
                 full
                 of
                 ashes
                 now
                 .
                 Encourage
                 then
                 thy
                 Captains
                 to
                 the
                 assaults
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 now
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 to
                 deale
                 with
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 with
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 as
                 owners
                 ,
                 &
                 
                 possessors
                 of
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 thy
                 victory
                 .
                 But
                 me
                 thinkes
                 some
                 new
                 Achilles
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 Aiax
                 hath
                 already
                 demolished
                 the
                 rampiers
                 of
                 this
                 litle
                 Troy
                 ,
                 wherein
                 thy
                 Helena
                 is
                 captiued
                 .
              
               
                 Approach
                 then
                 ,
                 braue
                 Menalaus
                 ,
                 with
                 napkin
                 at
                 thy
                 nose
                 ,
                 teares
                 in
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 sighs
                 in
                 thy
                 mouth
                 ,
                 and
                 plaintes
                 in
                 thy
                 soule
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 Idoll
                 of
                 thy
                 passions
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 the
                 triumphes
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 whome
                 the
                 greatest
                 Monarks
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 haue
                 adored
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 whome
                 Theseus
                 tooke
                 away
                 ,
                 and
                 Paris
                 rauished
                 as
                 a
                 thrall
                 of
                 her
                 perfections
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 peopled
                 Greece
                 with
                 widdowes
                 and
                 Orphans
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   his
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 drowned
                 a
                 good
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 with
                 a
                 deluge
                 of
                 bloud
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 the
                 wonder
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 wonders
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 the
                 shame
                 of
                 ages
                 past
                 ,
                 the
                 despayre
                 of
                 such
                 as
                 are
                 to
                 come
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 miracle
                 of
                 her
                 present
                 age
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 whome
                 Paynters
                 neuer
                 durst
                 to
                 represent
                 ,
                 nor
                 haue
                 Poets
                 beene
                 able
                 euer
                 to
                 prayse
                 inough
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 whome
                 no
                 man
                 hath
                 admired
                 but
                 with
                 Idolatry
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                
                 ,
                 whose
                 merits
                 haue
                 armed
                 the
                 one
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 agaynst
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 for
                 ●er
                 alone
                 they
                 would
                 haue
                 vtterly
                 destroied
                 
                 the
                 Vniuerse
                 .
                 
                   Behold
                   at
                   last
                   this
                   fayre
                   Helena
                   ,
                
                 whose
                 lyfe
                 hath
                 cost
                 a
                 million
                 of
                 deathes
                 :
                 behold
                 this
                 stinking
                 carcasse
                 which
                 heere
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 putrifyed
                 bones
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 lump
                 of
                 infection
                 full
                 of
                 wormes
                 .
              
               
                 Commaund
                 thy
                 imagination
                 ,
                 to
                 represent
                 her
                 vnto
                 thee
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 estate
                 she
                 was
                 in
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 thou
                 adoredst
                 her
                 on
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 her
                 graces
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 acknowledge
                 sensibly
                 the
                 differēce
                 .
                 Demand
                 of
                 her
                 head
                 ,
                 what
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 that
                 fayre
                 golden
                 hayre
                 of
                 hers
                 ,
                 so
                 alwayes
                 curled
                 ,
                 where
                 Loue
                 had
                 wrought
                 a
                 thousand
                 Labyrinths
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 thousand
                 of
                 the
                 freest
                 Soules
                 to
                 wāderin
                 ?
                 Her
                 hayre
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 whose
                 flash
                 dazeled
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 wreathes
                 captiued
                 harts
                 ?
                 Where
                 is
                 that
                 Alabaster
                 brow
                 ,
                 where
                 Maiesties
                 appeared
                 in
                 troupes
                 ,
                 as
                 alwaies
                 ready
                 to
                 impose
                 new
                 lawes
                 of
                 respect
                 to
                 mortals
                 ?
                 Where
                 are
                 her
                 eyes
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 termed
                 
                   The
                   eyes
                   of
                   Loue
                
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 beene
                 blind
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 her
                 sake
                 ?
                 Or
                 rather
                 those
                 two
                 fayre
                 stars
                 eclipsed
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 thou
                 receiuedst
                 both
                 the
                 good
                 and
                 the
                 euill
                 influences
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 ?
                 say
                 we
                 yet
                 more
                 ,
                 those
                 two
                 fayre
                 Suns
                 ,
                 arriued
                 now
                 at
                 their
                 last
                 West
                 ,
                 whose
                 splendour
                 euer
                 blinded
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 ?
                 What
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 them
                 ?
                 we
                 can
                 hardly
                 discerne
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 ruines
                 of
                 their
                 being
                 .
                 Where
                 
                 may
                 that
                 godly
                 feature
                 be
                 ,
                 whose
                 flowers
                 alwayes
                 spread
                 and
                 disclosed
                 ,
                 the
                 winter
                 reuerēced
                 much
                 ?
                 Where
                 is
                 that
                 mouth
                 of
                 Coral
                 ,
                 whose
                 voyce
                 was
                 an
                 oracle
                 of
                 good
                 &
                 euill
                 fortunes
                 ?
                 Where
                 is
                 that
                 necke
                 of
                 Iuory
                 ,
                 that
                 snowy
                 bosome
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 other
                 parts
                 of
                 that
                 body
                 ,
                 where
                 Nature
                 had
                 imployed
                 the
                 last
                 endeauours
                 of
                 her
                 power
                 ?
                 I
                 see
                 nothing
                 but
                 wormes
                 .
                 I
                 smell
                 nothing
                 but
                 a
                 stinke
                 .
                 All
                 is
                 vanished
                 quite
                 away
                 .
                 The
                 flesh
                 of
                 that
                 Maiesticall
                 brow
                 ,
                 lets
                 her
                 hydeous
                 bones
                 appeare
                 .
                 Those
                 fayre
                 eyes
                 shew
                 forth
                 the
                 holes
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 wormes
                 haue
                 built
                 their
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 The
                 flowers
                 of
                 this
                 visage
                 are
                 changed
                 into
                 thornes
                 :
                 and
                 this
                 mouth
                 sometimes
                 of
                 Corall
                 is
                 now
                 become
                 a
                 sinke
                 of
                 Infection
                 .
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 the
                 parts
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 being
                 al
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 nature
                 with
                 the
                 whole
                 ,
                 we
                 may
                 know
                 the
                 peece
                 by
                 the
                 patterne
                 .
              
               
                 Menalaus
                 ,
                 behold
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 thy
                 affection
                 ,
                 of
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 of
                 thy
                 paynes
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 thy
                 triumphes
                 .
                 Behold
                 her
                 ,
                 whome
                 thou
                 so
                 deerely
                 louedst
                 ,
                 so
                 highly
                 reuerencedst
                 ,
                 &
                 ●or
                 whome
                 thou
                 hast
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 put
                 ●hy
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 thy
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 yea
                 all
                 Greece
                 in
                 daunger
                 ,
                 with
                 thy
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 honour
                 .
                 Behold
                 thy
                 vanity
                 discouered
                 ,
                 consider
                 thy
                 ●hame
                 ,
                 contemplate
                 thy
                 folly
                 .
                 This
                 heape
                 
                 of
                 Ashes
                 hath
                 made
                 thee
                 to
                 reduce
                 into
                 ashes
                 the
                 proudest
                 Citty
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 This
                 stinking
                 Carkasse
                 hath
                 been
                 conuinced
                 in
                 dying
                 for
                 putting
                 a
                 Million
                 of
                 men
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 This
                 Colossus
                 of
                 miseries
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 infection
                 ,
                 hath
                 changed
                 the
                 most
                 flourishing
                 Empire
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 into
                 a
                 meere
                 dunghil
                 .
                 Muster
                 vp
                 thine
                 Army
                 about
                 this
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 that
                 thy
                 Captaynes
                 and
                 Souldiers
                 may
                 lament
                 with
                 thee
                 thy
                 folly
                 ,
                 bewayling
                 the
                 tyme
                 they
                 haue
                 imployed
                 for
                 the
                 conquest
                 of
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 stinking
                 earth
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 Ghosts
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 she
                 hath
                 peopled
                 Hell
                 ,
                 were
                 able
                 to
                 breake
                 their
                 prisons
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 bring
                 a
                 new
                 warre
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 partner
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 crymes
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 committed
                 ,
                 in
                 following
                 thee
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 attend
                 you
                 ,
                 Dames
                 ,
                 neere
                 vnto
                 this
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 Anatomy
                 of
                 your
                 beauties
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 sweets
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 allurements
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 charmes
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 baites
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 wātonesse
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 all
                 your
                 vanities
                 together
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 tyme
                 for
                 me
                 to
                 vnmask
                 your
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 you
                 manifestly
                 see
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 your
                 miseryes
                 .
                 You
                 make
                 a
                 shew
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 of
                 your
                 body
                 ,
                 painted
                 and
                 washed
                 euery
                 day
                 with
                 the
                 bathes
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 distilled
                 waters
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 shew
                 you
                 the
                 infection
                 and
                 putrefaction
                 which
                 is
                 within
                 .
                 You
                 say
                 that
                 a
                 
                 woman
                 is
                 then
                 faire
                 ,
                 when
                 she
                 hath
                 a
                 good
                 body
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 handsome
                 garbe
                 ,
                 the
                 haire
                 flaxen
                 and
                 naturally
                 curled
                 ,
                 a
                 soft
                 skin
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 white
                 as
                 snow
                 ,
                 a
                 large
                 and
                 polished
                 brow
                 ,
                 the
                 eyes
                 blew
                 or
                 black
                 ,
                 and
                 pretty
                 bigg
                 ,
                 the
                 chyn
                 short
                 and
                 somewhat
                 forked
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 the
                 parts
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 equally
                 proportioned
                 one
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 But
                 this
                 is
                 nothing
                 yet
                 .
                 This
                 goodly
                 peece
                 must
                 needes
                 be
                 accompanyed
                 with
                 some
                 Graces
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 quickened
                 with
                 Maiesty
                 .
                 Her
                 flaxen
                 and
                 curled
                 haire
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 be
                 trimly
                 dressed
                 ;
                 her
                 skyn
                 how
                 soft
                 soeuer
                 ,
                 should
                 be
                 nourished
                 in
                 water
                 like
                 a
                 fish
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 cōserue
                 it
                 in
                 its
                 bewty
                 &
                 lustre
                 .
                 The
                 brow
                 had
                 need
                 be
                 taught
                 ,
                 to
                 hide
                 its
                 pleights
                 and
                 wrinckles
                 ,
                 to
                 appeare
                 alwayes
                 most
                 polite
                 .
                 Those
                 fayre
                 eyes
                 must
                 learne
                 the
                 art
                 of
                 charming
                 harts
                 ;
                 &
                 to
                 haue
                 this
                 secret
                 industry
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 to
                 wound
                 in
                 their
                 sweetnes
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 kill
                 in
                 their
                 choller
                 .
                 That
                 little
                 mouth
                 of
                 Roses
                 should
                 be
                 alwayes
                 sounding
                 in
                 the
                 cares
                 the
                 sweetest
                 harmony
                 of
                 eloquence
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 calme
                 the
                 harshest
                 Spirits
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 ech
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 is
                 to
                 learne
                 its
                 lesson
                 of
                 quaintnesse
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 spirit
                 that
                 animates
                 the
                 same
                 to
                 teach
                 it
                 euery
                 day
                 some
                 vanity
                 or
                 other
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 new
                 instructions
                 to
                 win
                 loue
                 withall
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 folly
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 there
                 were
                 not
                 fooles
                 inough
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
               
               
                 Besides
                 ,
                 this
                 fayre
                 peece
                 had
                 yet
                 need
                 to
                 be
                 decked
                 vp
                 with
                 the
                 richest
                 habits
                 that
                 may
                 be
                 found
                 ,
                 to
                 giue
                 lyfe
                 to
                 her
                 grauity
                 .
                 This
                 gallant
                 hayre
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 be
                 wreathed
                 with
                 chaynes
                 of
                 pearle
                 ,
                 and
                 diamonds
                 ,
                 to
                 allure
                 the
                 eyes
                 more
                 sweetly
                 in
                 admiration
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 harts
                 vnto
                 their
                 loue
                 .
                 This
                 delicate
                 skin
                 should
                 be
                 heightened
                 through
                 the
                 shaddow
                 of
                 a
                 fly
                 .
                 This
                 paynted
                 visage
                 should
                 be
                 daubed
                 anew
                 with
                 a
                 huge
                 number
                 of
                 trumperyes
                 ,
                 and
                 instruments
                 of
                 vanity
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 in
                 Rebato's
                 of
                 all
                 fashions
                 ,
                 in
                 Pendants
                 for
                 the
                 eares
                 of
                 all
                 colours
                 ,
                 in
                 Carcanets
                 of
                 diuers
                 inuentiōs
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 Veyles
                 of
                 different
                 stuffes
                 .
                 This
                 body
                 thus
                 quickened
                 with
                 folly
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 with
                 reason
                 ,
                 should
                 be
                 euery
                 day
                 tricked
                 vp
                 with
                 new
                 habits
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 the
                 eyes
                 might
                 not
                 be
                 so
                 soone
                 weary
                 to
                 cōtemplate
                 the
                 vanityes
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 she
                 should
                 haue
                 a
                 magnificent
                 traine
                 with
                 her
                 ,
                 of
                 Horses
                 ,
                 Caroches
                 ,
                 and
                 Lakeys
                 ,
                 to
                 maintayne
                 the
                 greatnesse
                 of
                 her
                 house
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 let
                 vs
                 now
                 breake
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 these
                 wily
                 bayts
                 ,
                 that
                 blind
                 our
                 spirits
                 so
                 ,
                 and
                 charme
                 our
                 reason
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 make
                 vs
                 run
                 into
                 our
                 ouerthrow
                 .
                 This
                 rich
                 peece
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 fagot
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 bundle
                 of
                 putrifyed
                 bones
                 ,
                 of
                 nerues
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 sinewes
                 full
                 of
                 infections
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 Cemeter
                 serues
                 for
                 a
                 theater
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 
                 see
                 the
                 miseries
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 Those
                 frizled
                 lockes
                 are
                 but
                 the
                 excrements
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 engraffed
                 in
                 a
                 soyle
                 full
                 of
                 lice
                 .
                 That
                 delicate
                 skyn
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 parchment
                 pasted
                 vpō
                 bloud
                 .
                 Her
                 frayle
                 beauty
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 of
                 flowers
                 ,
                 subiect
                 to
                 the
                 parching
                 of
                 the
                 sunne
                 &
                 the
                 scorcching
                 of
                 fire
                 :
                 one
                 dropp
                 of
                 the
                 serene
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 onely
                 alteration
                 of
                 the
                 pulse
                 ,
                 and
                 but
                 one
                 night
                 of
                 vnrest
                 only
                 ,
                 are
                 inough
                 to
                 ruine
                 it
                 quite
                 .
                 That
                 large
                 &
                 polite
                 Brow
                 is
                 notable
                 to
                 saue
                 it selfe
                 from
                 the
                 assaults
                 of
                 the
                 wrinckes
                 ,
                 which
                 from
                 moment
                 to
                 moment
                 take
                 vp
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 resistāce
                 be
                 made
                 against
                 them
                 .
                 Those
                 faire
                 eyes
                 are
                 but
                 as
                 waterish
                 holes
                 ,
                 subiect
                 to
                 60.
                 seuerall
                 maladies
                 ,
                 all
                 different
                 ;
                 being
                 so
                 many
                 mischiefes
                 disposing
                 to
                 their
                 ruine
                 :
                 a
                 little
                 Rheume
                 makes
                 them
                 so
                 ghastly
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 constrayned
                 to
                 hide
                 them
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 they
                 make
                 vs
                 not
                 afraid
                 .
                 That
                 Nose
                 and
                 mouth
                 are
                 two
                 sincks
                 of
                 corruption
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 infections
                 issue
                 at
                 all
                 moments
                 .
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 the
                 parts
                 of
                 her
                 body
                 ,
                 being
                 all
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 stuffe
                 ,
                 one
                 may
                 wel
                 iudge
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 peece
                 by
                 a
                 patterne
                 only
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 the
                 action
                 that
                 animate
                 this
                 peece
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 breath
                 of
                 wind
                 ,
                 which
                 fils
                 vp
                 the
                 sayles
                 of
                 our
                 Arrogancy
                 in
                 this
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 where
                 vanity
                 serues
                 for
                 Pilot
                 ,
                 to
                 
                 hazard
                 vs
                 in
                 the
                 Shipwracke
                 .
                 Those
                 flaxen
                 lockes
                 in
                 vayne
                 are
                 tricket
                 so
                 on
                 the
                 face
                 ,
                 through
                 an
                 art
                 of
                 nicenesse
                 ;
                 the
                 inuention
                 is
                 as
                 guilty
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 matter
                 frayle
                 and
                 contemptible
                 .
                 Let
                 her
                 wash
                 her
                 delicate
                 skyn
                 day
                 by
                 day
                 ,
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 water
                 that
                 nourisheth
                 ,
                 doth
                 putrify
                 it
                 no
                 lesse
                 ;
                 for
                 according
                 as
                 the
                 sleight
                 therof
                 makes
                 her
                 apparence
                 to
                 seeme
                 yong
                 anew
                 ,
                 nature
                 causeth
                 the
                 being
                 to
                 wax
                 ould
                 .
                 That
                 smooth
                 Brow
                 to
                 no
                 purpose
                 hides
                 its
                 furrowes
                 so
                 ,
                 whiles
                 Age
                 discouers
                 them
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 .
                 If
                 those
                 eyes
                 haue
                 the
                 skill
                 to
                 charme
                 the
                 harts
                 ,
                 yet
                 haue
                 they
                 not
                 the
                 tricke
                 to
                 charme
                 their
                 miseries
                 .
                 I
                 graunt
                 that
                 little
                 mouth
                 of
                 Roses
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 tyme
                 may
                 yield
                 oracles
                 of
                 Eloquēce
                 ;
                 yet
                 we
                 must
                 cōsider
                 that
                 as
                 the
                 words
                 are
                 formed
                 of
                 ayre
                 ,
                 so
                 into
                 ayre
                 agayne
                 do
                 they
                 resolue
                 ;
                 their
                 glory
                 is
                 but
                 wind
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 harmony
                 but
                 smoake
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 let
                 the
                 spirits
                 which
                 quickē
                 these
                 fayre
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 know
                 all
                 the
                 lessons
                 of
                 vanity
                 and
                 quaintnesse
                 that
                 are
                 ,
                 may
                 it
                 not
                 be
                 said
                 yet
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 art
                 is
                 blacke
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 pernicious
                 as
                 the
                 instructions
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 the
                 habits
                 ,
                 which
                 decke
                 vp
                 this
                 rich
                 Peece
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 the
                 workemanship
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 haue
                 wrought
                 the
                 silke
                 .
                 Those
                 pearles
                 &
                 Diamonds
                 so
                 enchased
                 in
                 the
                 hayre
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 the
                 treasures
                 of
                 the
                 
                 Indies
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Riches
                 of
                 Vertue
                 are
                 vnknowne
                 :
                 but
                 they
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 subiects
                 of
                 contempt
                 to
                 holy
                 Soules
                 ,
                 who
                 know
                 that
                 Heauen
                 is
                 not
                 bought
                 with
                 the
                 gold
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 And
                 for
                 all
                 these
                 toyes
                 ,
                 that
                 serue
                 thus
                 for
                 ornaments
                 to
                 women
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 veyles
                 ,
                 to
                 shroud
                 their
                 defects
                 with
                 all
                 ,
                 while
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 shew
                 themselues
                 as
                 beautifull
                 as
                 they
                 will
                 ,
                 yet
                 will
                 I
                 count
                 more
                 imperfections
                 in
                 their
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 haue
                 hayres
                 on
                 their
                 heads
                 .
                 They
                 appeare
                 not
                 abroad
                 till
                 Noone
                 ,
                 to
                 shew
                 that
                 they
                 employ
                 one
                 halfe
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 hide
                 the
                 halfe
                 of
                 their
                 miseryes
                 ;
                 and
                 during
                 the
                 small
                 tyme
                 they
                 are
                 seene
                 abroade
                 in
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 looke
                 neere
                 into
                 all
                 their
                 actions
                 ,
                 they
                 giue
                 forth
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 pitty
                 then
                 loue
                 .
                 One
                 shal
                 be
                 alwayes
                 holding
                 a
                 napkin
                 in
                 her
                 hand
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 voyed
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 corruption
                 which
                 she
                 hath
                 in
                 her
                 .
                 Another
                 shal
                 be
                 forced
                 in
                 company
                 to
                 step
                 aside
                 vnto
                 the
                 chimney
                 ,
                 to
                 spit
                 forth
                 at
                 her
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 the
                 infection
                 she
                 holds
                 in
                 her
                 breast
                 .
                 There
                 she
                 shal
                 be
                 houlding
                 her
                 muffe
                 vpō
                 her
                 cheeke
                 swolne
                 with
                 Rheume
                 for
                 to
                 couer
                 the
                 ill
                 grace
                 it
                 hath
                 .
                 Heere
                 will
                 she
                 neuer
                 pull
                 of
                 her
                 gloues
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 of
                 discouering
                 the
                 itch
                 of
                 her
                 hands
                 .
              
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 lesser
                 defects
                 of
                 women
                 ,
                 
                 whiles
                 of
                 discretion
                 ,
                 I
                 conceale
                 the
                 greater
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 belieue
                 in
                 vayne
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 beholds
                 thē
                 wel
                 inough
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 would
                 yet
                 see
                 more
                 sensible
                 verityes
                 of
                 their
                 miserable
                 condition
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 approach
                 to
                 this
                 Tombe
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 I
                 coniure
                 you
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 power
                 of
                 those
                 Beauties
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 adored
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 to
                 come
                 hither
                 and
                 behould
                 their
                 ruine
                 .
                 What
                 say
                 I
                 ?
                 nay
                 horrour
                 ,
                 infection
                 and
                 putrefaction
                 rather
                 .
                 Theseus
                 ,
                 send
                 thou
                 hither
                 thy
                 ghost
                 to
                 this
                 body
                 ,
                 where
                 thou
                 hadst
                 lodged
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 tyme
                 both
                 thy
                 hart
                 and
                 soule
                 .
                 Behold
                 this
                 faire
                 Helena
                 ,
                 whome
                 thou
                 hadst
                 stolne
                 away
                 with
                 the
                 perill
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 ,
                 as
                 idolatrous
                 of
                 her
                 imaginary
                 perfections
                 .
                 Search
                 now
                 in
                 her
                 ,
                 the
                 baytes
                 that
                 charmed
                 thee
                 so
                 ,
                 the
                 charmes
                 that
                 rauisht
                 thee
                 ,
                 the
                 bewty
                 that
                 made
                 thee
                 such
                 a
                 thrall
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 sweetnesses
                 which
                 haue
                 forged
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 thy
                 seruitude
                 .
                 Those
                 bayts
                 now
                 haue
                 no
                 more
                 force
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 allure
                 the
                 wormes
                 ;
                 those
                 charmes
                 haue
                 no
                 more
                 power
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 conserue
                 the
                 infection
                 ;
                 and
                 those
                 bewties
                 and
                 sweetnesses
                 changing
                 the
                 nature
                 ,
                 do
                 afford
                 amazements
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 any
                 whit
                 of
                 Loue.
                 But
                 yet
                 me
                 thinks
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 well
                 reuenged
                 .
                 For
                 this
                 cruell
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 reduced
                 thee
                 so
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 
                 into
                 ashes
                 ,
                 is
                 euen
                 now
                 but
                 ashes
                 her selfe
                 .
                 This
                 mercylesse
                 woman
                 who
                 would
                 seeme
                 to
                 loue
                 no
                 man
                 ,
                 is
                 hated
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 This
                 proud
                 Dame
                 ,
                 who
                 made
                 her selfe
                 adored
                 ,
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 victime
                 to
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 and
                 sport
                 to
                 the
                 winds
                 .
                 Yesterday
                 her
                 bewty
                 did
                 please
                 thee
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 hadst
                 no
                 eyes
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 admire
                 her
                 ;
                 &
                 to
                 day
                 is
                 her
                 foulenesse
                 so
                 hideous
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 hast
                 no
                 contempt
                 but
                 for
                 her
                 .
                 Yesterday
                 thou
                 sighedst
                 for
                 her
                 loue
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 day
                 the
                 same
                 hart
                 euen
                 sighes
                 for
                 her
                 miseryes
                 .
                 Yesterday
                 her
                 perfections
                 did
                 rauish
                 thy
                 soule
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 adored
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 day
                 her
                 defects
                 extort
                 thy
                 teares
                 ,
                 and
                 sighes
                 ,
                 to
                 bewayle
                 in
                 their
                 fashion
                 their
                 ruine
                 .
                 Looke
                 then
                 ,
                 see
                 heere
                 that
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 loued
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 which
                 thou
                 hatest
                 so
                 maynely
                 .
                 See
                 heere
                 ,
                 what
                 thou
                 hast
                 admired
                 with
                 astonishment
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 which
                 thou
                 abhorrest
                 with
                 so
                 much
                 reason
                 ;
                 what
                 cruell
                 change
                 is
                 this
                 from
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 with
                 thy selfe
                 ?
                 or
                 rather
                 from
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 thy
                 loue
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 subiect
                 it selfe
                 ?
                 Shall
                 I
                 dare
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 this
                 stinking
                 Carkasse
                 heere
                 is
                 the
                 fayre
                 Helena
                 ?
                 That
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 rotten
                 bones
                 are
                 the
                 sad
                 spoyles
                 of
                 her
                 perfectiōs
                 ?
                 And
                 that
                 this
                 little
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 dolefull
                 head
                 of
                 that
                 wonder
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ?
              
               
                 Paris
                 ,
                 Returne
                 thou
                 from
                 Hell
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 
                 earth
                 agayne
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 cause
                 of
                 thy
                 disastres
                 .
                 Approach
                 to
                 this
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 and
                 contemplate
                 the
                 infection
                 &
                 corruption
                 neere
                 at
                 hand
                 ,
                 with
                 thou
                 hast
                 adored
                 vnder
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Helena
                 .
                 How
                 many
                 tymes
                 hast
                 thou
                 beene
                 kneeling
                 before
                 this
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 &
                 before
                 these
                 rotten
                 bones
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 mischiefes
                 hast
                 thou
                 run
                 into
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 perils
                 hast
                 thou
                 escaped
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 seas
                 hast
                 thou
                 crossed
                 ouer
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 euils
                 hast
                 thou
                 suffered
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 possesse
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 wormes
                 ?
                 Thou
                 verily
                 belieuedst
                 ,
                 thou
                 hadst
                 all
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 in
                 thy
                 ship
                 ,
                 whiles
                 thou
                 hadst
                 thy
                 Helena
                 therein
                 .
                 The
                 Coffer
                 is
                 opē
                 ,
                 behold
                 now
                 wherein
                 consist
                 thy
                 treasures
                 .
                 Art
                 thou
                 not
                 ashamed
                 for
                 hauing
                 so
                 made
                 loue
                 to
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 Ashes
                 ?
                 and
                 for
                 hauing
                 sighed
                 so
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 &
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 after
                 this
                 stinking
                 Earth
                 ?
                 
                   Thus
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   doth
                   passe
                   away
                   ,
                   all
                   flyes
                   into
                   the
                   Tombe
                   .
                
              
               
                 Your
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 yield
                 you
                 a
                 last
                 homage
                 of
                 visit
                 ,
                 to
                 this
                 Idol
                 of
                 your
                 passions
                 .
                 I
                 haue
                 heard
                 indeed
                 the
                 Persians
                 heertofore
                 ,
                 haue
                 adored
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 there
                 haue
                 beene
                 other
                 Paynims
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 their
                 brutishnes
                 haue
                 adord
                 likewise
                 diuers
                 sorts
                 of
                 beasts
                 ;
                 but
                 I
                 haue
                 neuer
                 seene
                 a
                 more
                 prodigious
                 thing
                 ,
                 then
                 now
                 at
                 this
                 day
                 ,
                 while
                 they
                 adore
                 euen
                 Clay
                 ,
                 Corruption
                 ,
                 and
                 Infection
                 .
                 
                 There
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 certayne
                 ▪
                 then
                 that
                 in
                 adoring
                 women
                 ,
                 they
                 become
                 Idolatours
                 of
                 their
                 putrefaction
                 ;
                 since
                 their
                 body
                 is
                 a
                 sacke
                 of
                 worms
                 .
                 Behold
                 the
                 goodly
                 subiect
                 of
                 your
                 watchings
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 troubles
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 extrauagancies
                 .
                 How
                 is
                 it
                 possible
                 ,
                 this
                 heape
                 of
                 ashes
                 heere
                 should
                 affoard
                 you
                 such
                 ill
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 long
                 nights
                 ?
                 That
                 this
                 sinke
                 of
                 infection
                 should
                 make
                 you
                 shed
                 so
                 many
                 teares
                 ,
                 and
                 send
                 so
                 many
                 sighes
                 into
                 the
                 wind
                 ?
                 Are
                 you
                 not
                 iealous
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 wormes
                 should
                 possesse
                 this
                 subiect
                 of
                 your
                 affection
                 ?
                 Can
                 your
                 wayward
                 courages
                 ere
                 endure
                 these
                 wormes
                 should
                 be
                 taking
                 their
                 Fees
                 thereof
                 in
                 your
                 presence
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 your
                 scorne
                 ?
                 For
                 they
                 glut
                 themselues
                 of
                 the
                 one
                 part
                 of
                 what
                 you
                 haue
                 adored
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 they
                 make
                 a
                 dunghill
                 of
                 it
                 .
                 These
                 are
                 no
                 Fables
                 ,
                 these
                 .
                 Looke
                 ,
                 &
                 smell
                 your selues
                 ,
                 all
                 is
                 but
                 misery
                 and
                 stench
                 .
                 
                   So
                   passeth
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   away
                   .
                
              
               
                 I
                 inuite
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 to
                 a
                 feast
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 corruption
                 of
                 Helena's
                 body
                 makes
                 vnto
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 Heauen
                 &
                 Earth
                 .
                 This
                 Tombe
                 which
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 Hall
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 banquet
                 is
                 prepared
                 ;
                 come
                 you
                 hither
                 in
                 troupes
                 ,
                 attyred
                 all
                 in
                 the
                 richest
                 Ornaments
                 you
                 haue
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 would
                 go
                 vnto
                 a
                 wedding-feast
                 .
                 I
                 licence
                 you
                 herin
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 bring
                 a
                 glasse
                 with
                 you
                 hanging
                 at
                 your
                 girdle
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 admire
                 with
                 an
                 dolatrous
                 eye
                 ,
                 the
                 good
                 Graces
                 you
                 haue
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 you
                 affoard
                 any
                 whir
                 of
                 intermission
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 cast
                 but
                 your
                 eyes
                 awhile
                 ,
                 vpon
                 this
                 stinking
                 carcasse
                 heere
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 your
                 shadow
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 originall
                 of
                 your
                 liuing
                 pourtraicts
                 .
                 You
                 now
                 see
                 inough
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 ashes
                 ,
                 but
                 earth
                 ,
                 but
                 clay
                 ,
                 but
                 meere
                 putrefaction
                 and
                 infection
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 suffer
                 neuertheles
                 your selues
                 to
                 called
                 Goddesses
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 heape
                 yet
                 more
                 cryme
                 vpon
                 crime
                 ,
                 you
                 accept
                 the
                 Sacrifices
                 .
                 I
                 haue
                 not
                 seene
                 ,
                 nor
                 read
                 of
                 so
                 prodigious
                 Metamorphoses
                 ,
                 that
                 euen
                 very
                 Clay
                 should
                 be
                 raised
                 vpon
                 a
                 Throne
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 wormes
                 and
                 corruption
                 should
                 be
                 meriting
                 of
                 titles
                 of
                 immortall
                 glory
                 .
                 You
                 suffer
                 them
                 to
                 be
                 kneeling
                 before
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 feare
                 not
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 least
                 the
                 wind
                 of
                 your
                 vanities
                 be
                 carrying
                 away
                 the
                 dust
                 ,
                 whereof
                 you
                 are
                 framed
                 .
                 You
                 walke
                 vpon
                 cloth
                 of
                 gold
                 ,
                 and
                 after
                 your
                 death
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 beasts
                 trampling
                 vnder
                 foote
                 your
                 stinking
                 earth
                 .
                 You
                 suffer
                 them
                 to
                 kneele
                 before
                 you
                 :
                 Alas
                 !
                 what
                 a
                 sight
                 to
                 humble
                 ones
                 selfe
                 ,
                 before
                 a
                 dunghill
                 !
                 Decke
                 vp
                 ,
                 and
                 adorne
                 your
                 carkasse
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 you
                 please
                 ,
                 the
                 stench
                 at
                 last
                 shall
                 discouer
                 the
                 miseries
                 thereof
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 This
                 
                 handfull
                 of
                 ashes
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 see
                 heere
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 beautifull
                 Helena
                 ,
                 whose
                 allurements
                 charmed
                 harts
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 charmes
                 did
                 rauish
                 soules
                 .
                 And
                 yet
                 notwithstanding
                 is
                 there
                 left
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 meere
                 infection
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 bred
                 with
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 do
                 euen
                 laugh
                 at
                 all
                 your
                 vanities
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 &
                 mocke
                 at
                 those
                 who
                 admire
                 thē
                 so
                 .
                 When
                 as
                 your
                 bewties
                 do
                 assaile
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 breake
                 the
                 very
                 crust
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 &
                 approching
                 to
                 the
                 corruption
                 which
                 is
                 within
                 ,
                 it
                 makes
                 me
                 hate
                 them
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 euer
                 any
                 man
                 had
                 loued
                 them
                 heretofore
                 .
                 I
                 take
                 pleasure
                 somtyme
                 to
                 behold
                 your
                 sweetnesses
                 ,
                 your
                 allurements
                 ,
                 your
                 nyceties
                 ;
                 but
                 it
                 is
                 only
                 to
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 compassion
                 of
                 your
                 miseries
                 .
                 For
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 the
                 frailest
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 frayle
                 as
                 your
                 nature
                 is
                 ;
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 more
                 variable
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 changeable
                 as
                 your
                 being
                 is
                 .
                 I
                 dare
                 hardly
                 eye
                 you
                 any
                 long
                 tyme
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 ,
                 least
                 euen
                 while
                 I
                 looke
                 vpon
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 vanish
                 from
                 my
                 eyes
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 dye
                 euery
                 hower
                 .
              
               
                 Flatter
                 not
                 your selues
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 before
                 your
                 Glasse
                 ;
                 your
                 body
                 is
                 euen
                 iust
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 nature
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 shaddow
                 which
                 you
                 see
                 therin
                 .
                 You
                 are
                 indeed
                 nothing
                 .
                 But
                 if
                 you
                 force
                 me
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 somthing
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 a
                 meere
                 dunghill
                 couered
                 with
                 snow
                 ,
                 a
                 
                 sinke
                 of
                 infection
                 enuironed
                 with
                 flowers
                 ,
                 a
                 rich
                 coffer
                 full
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 a
                 word
                 ,
                 an
                 abridgement
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 miseryes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Courtiers
                 take
                 a
                 pride
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 caryed
                 away
                 a
                 thousand
                 Fauours
                 frō
                 the
                 hands
                 of
                 Ladies
                 ,
                 either
                 through
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 your
                 spirit
                 ,
                 or
                 thorugh
                 the
                 charms
                 of
                 your
                 subtilties
                 .
                 One
                 bragges
                 for
                 hauing
                 enthralled
                 a
                 Lady
                 with
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 her
                 owne
                 hayre
                 .
                 Another
                 for
                 inueagling
                 a
                 new
                 Mistresse
                 in
                 his
                 loue
                 ,
                 through
                 letters
                 written
                 with
                 his
                 owne
                 hād
                 .
                 There
                 ,
                 one
                 more
                 perfect
                 thē
                 the
                 rest
                 shal
                 be
                 publishing
                 his
                 triumphes
                 .
                 Heere
                 another
                 more
                 happy
                 yet
                 ,
                 shal
                 auouch
                 al
                 his
                 passiōs
                 to
                 haue
                 beene
                 crowned
                 .
                 There
                 shal
                 not
                 faile
                 some
                 one
                 that
                 wil
                 be
                 ordinarily
                 busiyng
                 his
                 spirit
                 with
                 these
                 vaine
                 thoughts
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 euen
                 borne
                 into
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 to
                 tempt
                 the
                 pudicity
                 of
                 Ladyes
                 ,
                 so
                 louely
                 he
                 is
                 .
                 But
                 let
                 vs
                 pul
                 the
                 wings
                 of
                 this
                 proud
                 one
                 ,
                 &
                 make
                 these
                 bodyes
                 of
                 earth
                 to
                 walke
                 vpon
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 who
                 rayse
                 their
                 Spirits
                 vpon
                 Thrones
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 belieuing
                 they
                 do
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 ,
                 that
                 vauntest
                 thy selfe
                 for
                 enthralling
                 thy
                 mistresse
                 with
                 her
                 owne
                 chaynes
                 ;
                 what
                 glory
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 whiles
                 the
                 hayre
                 ,
                 which
                 so
                 charily
                 thou
                 keepest
                 within
                 a
                 box
                 of
                 muske
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 the
                 rootes
                 of
                 lice
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 putrify
                 
                 in
                 sight
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 sent
                 them
                 anone
                 ,
                 in
                 despight
                 of
                 al
                 thy
                 powders
                 &
                 perfumes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 needs
                 haue
                 me
                 call
                 those
                 wreathes
                 of
                 excremēts
                 ,
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 infection
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 chaynes
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 euen
                 the
                 chaynes
                 which
                 the
                 Deuill
                 put
                 into
                 thy
                 hands
                 ,
                 to
                 help
                 thee
                 to
                 draw
                 that
                 body
                 ,
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 idolatrized
                 into
                 Hel
                 ;
                 but
                 takest
                 not
                 heed
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 drawing
                 it
                 thither
                 ,
                 they
                 draw
                 thee
                 ;
                 and
                 haling
                 it
                 thither
                 ,
                 they
                 hale
                 thee
                 also
                 .
                 Behould
                 a
                 trimme
                 peece
                 of
                 Glory
                 to
                 be
                 proud
                 off
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 that
                 hast
                 yet
                 more
                 secret
                 tyes
                 of
                 Friendship
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Lady
                 ,
                 written
                 with
                 her
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 her
                 bloud
                 ;
                 if
                 thou
                 thinkst
                 so
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 rich
                 indeed
                 ,
                 if
                 thy
                 treasure
                 consist
                 in
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 paper
                 ,
                 bespotted
                 ouer
                 ,
                 &
                 blurred
                 with
                 blacke
                 or
                 red
                 :
                 yet
                 to
                 heare
                 thee
                 speake
                 of
                 this
                 fauour
                 of
                 hers
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 verily
                 say
                 ,
                 thou
                 possessedst
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 An
                 intolerable
                 vanity
                 the
                 while
                 .
                 For
                 admit
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 fayrest
                 Ladies
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 had
                 signed
                 to
                 thee
                 with
                 their
                 guilty
                 and
                 corrupt
                 bloud
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 loued
                 thee
                 perfectly
                 indeed
                 ,
                 on
                 which
                 side
                 wouldest
                 thou
                 find
                 thy
                 glory
                 in
                 these
                 assurances
                 ?
                 In
                 so
                 promising
                 their
                 loue
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 they
                 but
                 promise
                 thee
                 to
                 get
                 thee
                 damned
                 ,
                 since
                 a
                 loue
                 so
                 vnlawfull
                 as
                 that
                 ,
                 leades
                 soules
                 into
                 Hell.
                 And
                 
                 And
                 dost
                 thou
                 make
                 any
                 reckoning
                 of
                 these
                 promises
                 then
                 ,
                 poore
                 soule
                 ?
                 All
                 the
                 testimonyes
                 of
                 their
                 passions
                 do
                 witnes
                 thy
                 folly
                 agaynst
                 thy selfe
                 ;
                 and
                 takest
                 thou
                 pleasure
                 to
                 blind
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 hood
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 precipices
                 that
                 beset
                 thee
                 round
                 ?
                 Thou
                 imaginest
                 it
                 strayght
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 great
                 honour
                 to
                 be
                 fauoured
                 of
                 Ladyes
                 :
                 represent
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 what
                 a
                 glory
                 it
                 were
                 ,
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 peece
                 of
                 Clay
                 being
                 quickened
                 with
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 should
                 seeme
                 to
                 be
                 beloued
                 of
                 a
                 Dunghill
                 .
                 Whiles
                 thou
                 becommest
                 thus
                 an
                 Idolatour
                 of
                 a
                 beautifull
                 body
                 ,
                 thou
                 euen
                 adorest
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 the
                 infection
                 and
                 corruption
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 where
                 with
                 it
                 is
                 stuffed
                 .
                 What
                 a
                 crime
                 is
                 this
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 Companion
                 of
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 folly
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 that
                 so
                 vauntest
                 thy selfe
                 to
                 haue
                 dispeopled
                 the
                 earth
                 of
                 Myrrhes
                 to
                 crowne
                 thy
                 amourous
                 triumphes
                 withall
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 what
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 this
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 this
                 contentment
                 ,
                 which
                 thou
                 seemest
                 to
                 exalt
                 so
                 much
                 ?
                 I
                 graunt
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 trampled
                 on
                 flowers
                 :
                 But
                 where
                 art
                 thou
                 now
                 ?
                 If
                 therein
                 thou
                 hast
                 found
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 roses
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 enter
                 anone
                 into
                 that
                 of
                 Thornes
                 .
                 For
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 order
                 and
                 course
                 of
                 things
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 that
                 Pleasure
                 begets
                 Sorrow
                 .
                 Eyther
                 thy
                 delighs
                 are
                 past
                 ,
                 or
                 
                 present
                 :
                 if
                 past
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 already
                 in
                 the
                 Hell
                 of
                 their
                 priuation
                 ;
                 if
                 present
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 lykewise
                 in
                 another
                 Hell
                 of
                 their
                 cryme
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 apprehension
                 to
                 loose
                 them
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 which
                 way
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 admirest
                 thy
                 fortune
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 a
                 body
                 ,
                 misfortune
                 is
                 the
                 shadow
                 .
                 What
                 glory
                 doest
                 thou
                 thinke
                 thou
                 hast
                 gotten
                 by
                 the
                 victory
                 of
                 thy
                 guilty
                 enterprises
                 ?
                 Thou
                 hast
                 peopled
                 Hell
                 with
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 soules
                 .
                 Are
                 not
                 these
                 very
                 glorious
                 actions
                 trow
                 you
                 ?
                 Thou
                 hast
                 lent
                 thy
                 cunning
                 to
                 the
                 euill
                 spirits
                 ,
                 to
                 deceyue
                 thy
                 neyghbours
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 were
                 not
                 deceaued
                 inough
                 with
                 his
                 owne
                 deceypts
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 still
                 thou
                 braggst
                 thereof
                 ,
                 thereby
                 ●o
                 heape
                 cryme
                 vpon
                 cryme
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 summon
                 you
                 ,
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 to
                 appeare
                 in
                 ●hought
                 and
                 imagination
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 thorny
                 bed
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 shall
                 cast
                 forth
                 to
                 the
                 winds
                 ●his
                 breath
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 represent
                 withal
                 to
                 your self
                 before
                 hand
                 once
                 a
                 day
                 the
                 horrour
                 &
                 amazement
                 you
                 shall
                 then
                 haue
                 of
                 your
                 ●elfe
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 shal
                 be
                 calling
                 to
                 mind
                 ,
                 the
                 ●essons
                 of
                 the
                 vanity
                 and
                 folly
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 giuen
                 to
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 feeble
                 ●pirits
                 ,
                 whose
                 companions
                 in
                 losse
                 you
                 haue
                 ●uer
                 beene
                 .
                 Put
                 off
                 the
                 tyme
                 to
                 this
                 last
                 hower
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 your
                 accompt
                 of
                 the
                 fauours
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 euer
                 receiued
                 from
                 Ladyes
                 ,
                 
                 if
                 you
                 wil
                 know
                 the
                 true
                 price
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 Thē
                 euen
                 then
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 shall
                 feele
                 very
                 liuely
                 ,
                 the
                 assaults
                 of
                 your
                 guilty
                 consciēce
                 ;
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 your
                 pleasures
                 shal
                 be
                 broken
                 ,
                 &
                 you
                 shall
                 playnely
                 see
                 ,
                 what
                 lyes
                 within
                 .
                 Your
                 spirit
                 vnmasked
                 of
                 the
                 veyle
                 of
                 your
                 passions
                 ,
                 shall
                 sensibly
                 discerne
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 its
                 passed
                 offences
                 ,
                 but
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 returne
                 to
                 be
                 had
                 vnto
                 life
                 ,
                 to
                 do
                 pennance
                 in
                 ,
                 for
                 them
                 .
                 You
                 must
                 go
                 further
                 thē
                 sorrows
                 .
                 What
                 sorrow
                 soeuer
                 I
                 am
                 able
                 to
                 expresse
                 ,
                 is
                 no
                 part
                 of
                 that
                 which
                 you
                 shall
                 suffer
                 .
                 All
                 torments
                 whatsoeuer
                 being
                 ioyned
                 together
                 haue
                 not
                 gal
                 inough
                 to
                 comprehēd
                 the
                 least
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 bitternes
                 of
                 that
                 cruell
                 Adieu
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 then
                 to
                 be
                 made
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Thē
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 shall
                 sigh
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 of
                 loue
                 .
                 Then
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 shall
                 play
                 the
                 extasyed
                 and
                 dead
                 person
                 ,
                 not
                 in
                 presence
                 of
                 your
                 Mistresse
                 ,
                 but
                 before
                 your
                 crucified
                 Iudge
                 ▪
                 Your
                 tongue
                 so
                 eloquent
                 before
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 then
                 struck
                 dumbe
                 ,
                 in
                 punishment
                 of
                 your
                 too
                 much
                 speach
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 of
                 force
                 ,
                 shall
                 you
                 court
                 Death
                 in
                 your
                 fashion
                 ,
                 and
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 sad
                 humour
                 which
                 shall
                 then
                 possesse
                 you
                 .
                 You
                 must
                 of
                 necessity
                 be
                 playing
                 your
                 part
                 in
                 this
                 last
                 momēt
                 vpon
                 the
                 theater
                 of
                 you●
                 bed
                 .
                 I
                 would
                 be
                 loath
                 for
                 my
                 part
                 to
                 troubl●
                 the
                 Reader
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 faces
                 which
                 you
                 shal●
                 
                 make
                 :
                 it
                 sufficeth
                 that
                 you
                 imagine
                 the
                 one
                 part
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 you
                 doubt
                 not
                 of
                 the
                 rest
                 .
                 Thinke
                 thē
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 you
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 Eternity
                 both
                 of
                 glory
                 &
                 payne
                 ,
                 depends
                 of
                 a
                 moment
                 .
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   ,
                   and
                   dreadfull
                   moment
                   !
                
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 belieue
                 you
                 haue
                 conquered
                 an
                 Empire
                 straight
                 ,
                 as
                 soone
                 as
                 you
                 haue
                 once
                 subiected
                 any
                 spirit
                 to
                 you
                 power
                 :
                 to
                 what
                 end
                 do
                 you
                 study
                 so
                 ,
                 euery
                 day
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 learne
                 ech
                 moment
                 but
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 new
                 lessons
                 of
                 nicenes
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 for
                 actiō
                 or
                 grace
                 sake
                 ;
                 but
                 therein
                 what
                 thinke
                 you
                 to
                 do
                 ?
                 Your
                 purpose
                 is
                 to
                 wound
                 harts
                 ,
                 &
                 you
                 vndoe
                 soules
                 ;
                 for
                 when
                 you
                 make
                 a
                 mā
                 passionately
                 in
                 loue
                 with
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 do
                 euen
                 make
                 him
                 a
                 Foole.
                 You
                 cannot
                 be
                 taking
                 away
                 his
                 hart
                 ,
                 without
                 depriuing
                 him
                 of
                 reason
                 .
                 And
                 to
                 what
                 extrauagancies
                 is
                 he
                 not
                 subiect
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 reigne
                 of
                 his
                 passion
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 of
                 his
                 folly
                 ?
                 You
                 are
                 al
                 which
                 he
                 loues
                 ,
                 and
                 very
                 often
                 all
                 which
                 he
                 adores
                 ;
                 what
                 cry
                 me
                 ?
                 I
                 should
                 thinke
                 it
                 rather
                 to
                 please
                 you
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 saue
                 himselfe
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 looke
                 vpon
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 make
                 comparison
                 betweene
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 your
                 eyes
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 this
                 bewtifull
                 starre
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 leaue
                 to
                 you
                 to
                 imagine
                 how
                 farre
                 frō
                 truth
                 ▪
                 He
                 seemes
                 to
                 maynteyne
                 very
                 impudently
                 ,
                 in
                 scorne
                 of
                 all
                 created
                 things
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 
                 the
                 only
                 wonder
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 very
                 abridgemēt
                 of
                 al
                 that
                 nature
                 hath
                 euer
                 made
                 bewtifull
                 ;
                 which
                 yet
                 no
                 man
                 belieues
                 but
                 he
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 carry
                 vp
                 his
                 thoughtes
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 he
                 compares
                 you
                 to
                 the
                 Angells
                 ,
                 with
                 these
                 words
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   you
                   haue
                   all
                   the
                   qualities
                   of
                   them
                   .
                
                 Iudge
                 now
                 without
                 passiō
                 ,
                 whether
                 these
                 termes
                 of
                 Idolatry
                 do
                 not
                 fully
                 ,
                 &
                 wholy
                 passe
                 sentence
                 ,
                 to
                 conuince
                 him
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 sorts
                 of
                 crymes
                 .
                 And
                 yet
                 do
                 you
                 take
                 pleasure
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 Deuill
                 more
                 potent
                 then
                 he
                 is
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 cause
                 others
                 to
                 be
                 damned
                 .
              
               
                 Returne
                 then
                 agayne
                 vnto
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 and
                 consider
                 how
                 you
                 ought
                 to
                 render
                 an
                 accoumpt
                 one
                 day
                 of
                 all
                 those
                 spirits
                 ,
                 whose
                 Reason
                 you
                 haue
                 made
                 to
                 wander
                 in
                 the
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 your
                 charmes
                 .
                 For
                 she
                 that
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 shall
                 haue
                 subiected
                 the
                 most
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 the
                 greatest
                 slaue
                 in
                 Hell.
                 What
                 glory
                 take
                 you
                 to
                 ioyne
                 your
                 charmes
                 with
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Diuels
                 ,
                 thereby
                 to
                 draw
                 both
                 bodyes
                 and
                 soules
                 vnto
                 them
                 ?
                 I
                 attend
                 you
                 at
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 where
                 your
                 definitiue
                 sentence
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 pronounced
                 .
                 Thinke
                 you
                 alwayes
                 of
                 this
                 moment
                 ,
                 if
                 there
                 be
                 yet
                 remayning
                 in
                 you
                 ,
                 but
                 neuer
                 so
                 litle
                 sparke
                 of
                 loue
                 for
                 your selues
                 .
                 When
                 you
                 shall
                 once
                 haue
                 enthralled
                 all
                 the
                 
                 Kings
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ;
                 there
                 would
                 yet
                 be
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 shame
                 ,
                 then
                 honour
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 those
                 Kings
                 were
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 meere
                 corruption
                 and
                 infection
                 .
                 Thinke
                 of
                 your selues
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 day
                 no
                 more
                 the
                 same
                 you
                 were
                 yesterday
                 .
                 Tyme
                 which
                 deuours
                 all
                 thinges
                 ,
                 defaceth
                 ech
                 moment
                 the
                 fayrest
                 lineaments
                 of
                 your
                 face
                 ,
                 nor
                 shall
                 it
                 euer
                 cease
                 to
                 ruine
                 your
                 beauties
                 ,
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 you
                 be
                 wholy
                 reduced
                 to
                 ashes
                 .
                 
                   So
                   passeth
                   away
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   all
                   flyes
                   into
                   the
                   Tombe
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Lawes
                 ,
                 which
                 Nature
                 hath
                 imposed
                 vpon
                 vs
                 ,
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 Dying
                 is
                 the
                 sweetest
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XII
                 .
              
               
                 FROM
                 the
                 tyme
                 that
                 our
                 first
                 Father
                 had
                 violated
                 the
                 sacred
                 Lawes
                 ,
                 which
                 God
                 had
                 imposed
                 vpon
                 him
                 ;
                 Nature
                 ,
                 as
                 altering
                 her
                 nature
                 ,
                 would
                 acknowledge
                 him
                 no
                 more
                 for
                 her
                 child
                 .
                 Anone
                 she
                 rayseth
                 a
                 tumult
                 against
                 him
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 created
                 things
                 .
                 The
                 Heauen
                 armes
                 it selfe
                 
                 with
                 thunders
                 to
                 punish
                 his
                 arrogancy
                 .
                 The
                 Sunne
                 hides
                 himselfe
                 vnder
                 the
                 veyle
                 of
                 his
                 Eclypses
                 ,
                 to
                 depriue
                 him
                 of
                 his
                 light
                 .
                 The
                 Moone
                 his
                 sister
                 ,
                 defending
                 his
                 quarrell
                 ,
                 resolues
                 with
                 her selfe
                 to
                 be
                 often
                 changing
                 her
                 countenance
                 ,
                 towards
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 signify
                 vnto
                 him
                 the
                 displeasure
                 she
                 tooke
                 thereat
                 .
                 The
                 Starres
                 being
                 orherwise
                 innocent
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 became
                 malignant
                 of
                 a
                 sudden
                 ,
                 to
                 powre
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 their
                 naughty
                 influences
                 .
                 The
                 Ayre
                 keeping
                 intelligence
                 with
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 exhales
                 her
                 vapours
                 ,
                 and
                 hauing
                 changed
                 them
                 into
                 poyson
                 ,
                 infects
                 therewith
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 that
                 miserable
                 wretch
                 .
                 The
                 Birdes
                 take
                 part
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 they
                 whet
                 their
                 beakes
                 ,
                 &
                 clawes
                 to
                 giue
                 some
                 assault
                 or
                 other
                 .
                 The
                 Earth
                 prepares
                 the
                 mine
                 of
                 its
                 abysses
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 swallow
                 him
                 vp
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 dread
                 &
                 horrour
                 of
                 its
                 trembling
                 ,
                 were
                 not
                 sufficient
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 his
                 life
                 .
                 The
                 sauage
                 beasts
                 stand
                 grinding
                 their
                 teeth
                 to
                 deuoure
                 him
                 .
                 The
                 Sea
                 makes
                 an
                 heape
                 of
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 rockes
                 to
                 engulfe
                 him
                 in
                 their
                 waues
                 .
                 But
                 this
                 is
                 nothing
                 yet
                 ;
                 Nature
                 is
                 so
                 set
                 on
                 reuenge
                 against
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 puts
                 on
                 his
                 fellowes
                 to
                 destroy
                 their
                 pourtraite
                 ,
                 I
                 meane
                 to
                 combat
                 with
                 the
                 shadow
                 of
                 their
                 body
                 ,
                 in
                 causing
                 them
                 to
                 quench
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 their
                 rage
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 proper
                 bloud
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 man
                 hath
                 
                 no
                 greater
                 enemy
                 then
                 man
                 himselfe
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 go
                 forward
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 continue
                 these
                 euils
                 ,
                 do
                 miseries
                 ,
                 enter
                 into
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 accompanyed
                 with
                 their
                 sad
                 disastres
                 ,
                 and
                 followed
                 with
                 despayre
                 ,
                 griefe
                 ,
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 folly
                 ,
                 rage
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 passions
                 besides
                 ,
                 which
                 do
                 cleane
                 vnto
                 the
                 senses
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 seize
                 vpon
                 soules
                 .
                 This
                 poore
                 Adam
                 sees
                 himselfe
                 to
                 be
                 besieged
                 on
                 al
                 sidess
                 if
                 he
                 looke
                 vp
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 the
                 lightenings
                 there
                 euen
                 dazles
                 and
                 astonishes
                 him
                 quite
                 ;
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 noyse
                 of
                 thunder
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 wish
                 himselfe
                 to
                 be
                 deafe
                 ;
                 he
                 knowes
                 not
                 what
                 to
                 resolue
                 vpon
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 hath
                 now
                 as
                 many
                 enemyes
                 as
                 he
                 had
                 vassals
                 before
                 .
                 Adam
                 may
                 well
                 cry
                 mercy
                 for
                 his
                 syn
                 ;
                 what
                 pardon
                 soeuer
                 he
                 obteyne
                 thereof
                 ,
                 yet
                 will
                 nature
                 neuer
                 seeme
                 to
                 pardon
                 him
                 for
                 it
                 .
                 Whence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 compasse
                 also
                 of
                 these
                 ages
                 of
                 redemption
                 it self
                 ,
                 wherein
                 we
                 breath
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
                 we
                 do
                 sigh
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 miseryes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 there
                 be
                 nothing
                 more
                 certayne
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 experience
                 of
                 our
                 sense
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 the
                 Earth
                 is
                 a
                 Galley
                 ,
                 wherein
                 we
                 are
                 slaues
                 ;
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 prison
                 ,
                 wherin
                 we
                 are
                 enchained
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 place
                 assigned
                 vs
                 to
                 suffer
                 the
                 paynes
                 of
                 our
                 crymes
                 in
                 ;
                 can
                 there
                 possibly
                 be
                 found
                 any
                 soules
                 so
                 cuell
                 to
                 themselues
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 
                 enemyes
                 to
                 their
                 owne
                 repose
                 ,
                 as
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 continually
                 sighing
                 after
                 their
                 liberty
                 ,
                 after
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 their
                 punishments
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 beginning
                 of
                 an
                 eternall
                 lyfe
                 full
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ?
                 What
                 would
                 become
                 of
                 vs
                 ,
                 if
                 our
                 lyfe
                 endured
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 with
                 its
                 miseryes
                 ?
                 if
                 it
                 should
                 neuer
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 with
                 our
                 euill
                 ?
                 &
                 that
                 it
                 had
                 no
                 bounds
                 ,
                 or
                 limits
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 we
                 ?
                 For
                 then
                 should
                 I
                 be
                 condemning
                 the
                 laughter
                 of
                 Democritus
                 ,
                 and
                 allowing
                 of
                 the
                 continuall
                 teares
                 of
                 his
                 companion
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 season
                 would
                 be
                 alwayes
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 alwaies
                 weeping
                 and
                 neuer
                 to
                 laugh
                 .
                 Then
                 would
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 that
                 cryes
                 and
                 plaints
                 would
                 serue
                 vs
                 for
                 pastimes
                 ,
                 and
                 teares
                 &
                 sighes
                 ,
                 should
                 neuer
                 abandon
                 eyther
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 or
                 harts
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 we
                 are
                 not
                 so
                 brought
                 to
                 this
                 extremity
                 of
                 vnhappines
                 ;
                 The
                 Heauens
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 compassion
                 of
                 our
                 euills
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 greatnes
                 of
                 our
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 in
                 giuing
                 vs
                 a
                 cradle
                 for
                 them
                 to
                 be
                 borne
                 in
                 ,
                 haue
                 affoarded
                 vs
                 a
                 Sepulcher
                 also
                 for
                 to
                 bury
                 them
                 in
                 .
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 that
                 reduceth
                 to
                 ashes
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 our
                 flames
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 wormes
                 make
                 an
                 end
                 to
                 deuoure
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 our
                 miseryes
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 our
                 soules
                 do
                 recouer
                 their
                 liberty
                 ,
                 &
                 where
                 our
                 bodyes
                 do
                 fynd
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 and
                 terme
                 of
                 of
                 paynes
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 are
                 reduced
                 
                 to
                 corruption
                 ,
                 to
                 arise
                 in
                 glory
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 death
                 euen
                 dyes
                 with
                 vs
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 lyfe
                 reuiues
                 with
                 our selues
                 for
                 an
                 Eternity
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 render
                 to
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 the
                 earth
                 of
                 our
                 body
                 ,
                 to
                 put
                 our
                 soules
                 in
                 possession
                 of
                 the
                 inheritance
                 of
                 heauen
                 !
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   Tombe
                
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 passe
                 from
                 death
                 ,
                 to
                 lyfe
                 ;
                 from
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 to
                 ioy
                 ;
                 from
                 infamy
                 ,
                 to
                 glory
                 ;
                 from
                 payne
                 ,
                 to
                 repose
                 ;
                 and
                 from
                 this
                 vale
                 of
                 teares
                 ,
                 vnto
                 the
                 mansion
                 of
                 delights
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 tyme
                 that
                 the
                 children
                 of
                 Israel
                 had
                 tasted
                 in
                 the
                 desart
                 the
                 sweetnes
                 of
                 the
                 heauenly
                 Manna
                 ;
                 the
                 most
                 delicious
                 meates
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 were
                 growne
                 to
                 be
                 contemptible
                 to
                 them
                 ;
                 their
                 harts
                 euen
                 chāging
                 their
                 nature
                 ,
                 fell
                 incessantly
                 gaping
                 after
                 this
                 celestiall
                 food
                 .
                 So
                 likewise
                 may
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 from
                 the
                 instant
                 ,
                 wherein
                 a
                 holy
                 Soule
                 is
                 once
                 fed
                 with
                 the
                 food
                 of
                 the
                 grace
                 which
                 is
                 found
                 in
                 an
                 innocent
                 lyfe
                 ;
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 an
                 obiect
                 of
                 horrour
                 and
                 amazement
                 vnto
                 it
                 ;
                 its
                 thoughts
                 &
                 desires
                 creep
                 not
                 on
                 the
                 earth
                 any
                 more
                 ;
                 if
                 it
                 sigh
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 after
                 its
                 last
                 sigh
                 ;
                 if
                 it
                 complayne
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 only
                 for
                 the
                 long
                 terme
                 of
                 its
                 banishmēt
                 in
                 this
                 vale
                 of
                 miseryes
                 .
                 The
                 hope
                 of
                 dying
                 serues
                 it
                 as
                 a
                 cōfort
                 in
                 its
                 trobles
                 ,
                 and
                 solace
                 in
                 its
                 paynes
                 ;
                 it
                 lyues
                 in
                 the
                 prison
                 of
                 its
                 body
                 ,
                 as
                 slaues
                 in
                 the
                 prison
                 of
                 
                 their
                 crimes
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 necessary
                 constancy
                 ,
                 alwayes
                 attending
                 on
                 the
                 last
                 houre
                 therof
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 where
                 begins
                 the
                 eternity
                 of
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 Me
                 thinkes
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 diuine
                 iustice
                 pronounced
                 once
                 to
                 our
                 first
                 Parents
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 earthly
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 was
                 much
                 in
                 their
                 fauour
                 ,
                 agaynst
                 the
                 euills
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 their
                 lyfe
                 was
                 fraught
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 God
                 had
                 made
                 the
                 same
                 to
                 be
                 immortall
                 with
                 all
                 mischifes
                 which
                 succeeded
                 their
                 offence
                 ,
                 of
                 all
                 created
                 things
                 had
                 man
                 beene
                 found
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 miserablest
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 worthy
                 of
                 compassion
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 same
                 Goodnes
                 ,
                 which
                 moued
                 the
                 Creatour
                 to
                 effect
                 this
                 goodly
                 worke
                 ,
                 did
                 euen
                 moue
                 him
                 likewise
                 to
                 conserue
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 His
                 sentence
                 was
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 his
                 iustice
                 ,
                 he
                 let
                 his
                 merry
                 to
                 appeare
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 tyme
                 ,
                 since
                 from
                 the
                 payne
                 of
                 death
                 we
                 passe
                 to
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 a
                 permanent
                 and
                 immortall
                 lyfe
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 this
                 sweet
                 cōsolation
                 ,
                 is
                 inseparable
                 from
                 our
                 tormēts
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 shal
                 one
                 day
                 finish
                 .
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   End
                
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 breakst
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 our
                 captiuity
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   End
                
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 makest
                 vs
                 to
                 reuiue
                 ,
                 neuer
                 for
                 to
                 dy
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   End
                
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 putst
                 an
                 end
                 to
                 all
                 our
                 sufferances
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   End
                
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dye
                 to
                 reuiue
                 for
                 euer
                 !
              
            
             
               
               
                 How
                 Worldlings
                 dye
                 deliciously
                 without
                 euer
                 think●ng
                 thereof
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XIII
                 .
              
               
                 WE
                 must
                 needes
                 confesse
                 how
                 the
                 soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 are
                 so
                 deepely
                 taken
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 sleepe
                 of
                 their
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 euen
                 drowned
                 in
                 their
                 blindnes
                 ,
                 without
                 feare
                 of
                 the
                 precipices
                 ,
                 that
                 encompasse
                 them
                 round
                 .
                 Ioy
                 transports
                 them
                 ,
                 gladnes
                 rauishes
                 them
                 ,
                 rest
                 charmes
                 them
                 ,
                 hope
                 comforts
                 them
                 ,
                 riches
                 moderats
                 their
                 feare
                 ,
                 health
                 fortyfies
                 their
                 courage
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 vanityes
                 nurse
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 bring
                 them
                 vp
                 in
                 the
                 forgetfulnesse
                 of
                 themselues
                 ,
                 so
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 may
                 neuer
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 vse
                 any
                 violence
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 breake
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 their
                 captiuity
                 .
                 A
                 pittifull
                 thing
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 neuer
                 consider
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 this
                 ioy
                 wherwith
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 carryed
                 away
                 ,
                 euē
                 vanishes
                 quite
                 lyke
                 a
                 flash
                 of
                 lightening
                 ;
                 that
                 this
                 gladnesse
                 wherewith
                 they
                 are
                 rauished
                 ,
                 destroyes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 with
                 its
                 owne
                 violence
                 ,
                 in
                 running
                 incessantly
                 vnto
                 its
                 end
                 ;
                 That
                 the
                 repose
                 which
                 charmes
                 them
                 ,
                 cōcludes
                 with
                 an
                 eternall
                 vnrest
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 hope
                 which
                 cōforts
                 
                 them
                 ,
                 quite
                 changes
                 it selfe
                 by
                 litle
                 &
                 litle
                 into
                 despayre
                 ;
                 That
                 these
                 riches
                 which
                 do
                 moderate
                 their
                 feare
                 ,
                 during
                 their
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 augments
                 it
                 at
                 their
                 death
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 health
                 which
                 strengthens
                 their
                 courage
                 ,
                 whiles
                 the
                 calme
                 and
                 tranquility
                 of
                 their
                 fortune
                 lasts
                 ,
                 doth
                 bread
                 them
                 a
                 thousand
                 stormes
                 throgh
                 the
                 absence
                 thereof
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 run
                 danger
                 of
                 ship
                 wracke
                 .
                 And
                 finally
                 that
                 all
                 those
                 vanityes
                 ,
                 which
                 serue
                 them
                 as
                 a
                 Nurse
                 ,
                 and
                 Schoole
                 mistresse
                 to
                 trayne
                 them
                 vp
                 in
                 vices
                 ,
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 bad
                 Pylots
                 which
                 make
                 a
                 traffike
                 of
                 their
                 losse
                 and
                 ruine
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 image
                 with
                 my selfe
                 ,
                 the
                 blindnesse
                 whereto
                 the
                 men
                 of
                 this
                 world
                 are
                 brought
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 chuse
                 but
                 be
                 moued
                 with
                 compassion
                 for
                 them
                 .
                 Is
                 it
                 not
                 a
                 strang
                 thing
                 and
                 worthy
                 of
                 pitty
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 runne
                 as
                 fast
                 as
                 euer
                 they
                 can
                 vnto
                 Death
                 ,
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 without
                 intermission
                 ,
                 without
                 fetching
                 of
                 their
                 breath
                 ,
                 and
                 without
                 euer
                 taking
                 any
                 heed
                 of
                 the
                 way
                 they
                 hold
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 liued
                 insensible
                 in
                 all
                 their
                 senses
                 ?
                 The
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 which
                 riseth
                 euery
                 morning
                 ,
                 sets
                 euery
                 euening
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 let
                 them
                 see
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 their
                 life
                 ,
                 should
                 haue
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 a
                 last
                 setting
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 it
                 .
                 The
                 Age
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 them
                 hoary
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 keepes
                 reckoning
                 of
                 their
                 yeares
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 accōpt
                 of
                 the
                 wrinckles
                 
                 which
                 it
                 causeth
                 to
                 grow
                 on
                 their
                 face
                 ,
                 preacheth
                 nought
                 els
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 their
                 departure
                 .
                 All
                 their
                 Actions
                 termine
                 not
                 a
                 whit
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 they
                 fetch
                 their
                 motion
                 ,
                 since
                 euery
                 action
                 of
                 it selfe
                 still
                 tendes
                 to
                 its
                 end
                 .
                 How
                 can
                 they
                 chuse
                 but
                 thinke
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 if
                 all
                 the
                 subiects
                 which
                 are
                 found
                 in
                 Nature
                 ,
                 do
                 euen
                 cary
                 the
                 very
                 lineaments
                 thereof
                 in
                 the
                 face
                 ?
                 The
                 Sunne
                 dyes
                 in
                 running
                 his
                 race
                 .
                 The
                 Moone
                 dyes
                 in
                 her
                 perpetuall
                 inconstancy
                 .
                 The
                 ayre
                 dyes
                 with
                 its
                 coruption
                 .
                 The
                 birds
                 seeke
                 death
                 in
                 flying
                 .
                 The
                 brute
                 beasts
                 in
                 running
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 fishes
                 in
                 swimming
                 in
                 the
                 water
                 .
                 The
                 seasons
                 dye
                 ,
                 in
                 springing
                 againe
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 the
                 trees
                 .
                 The
                 flowers
                 dye
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 day
                 that
                 hath
                 seene
                 them
                 blow
                 forth
                 .
                 The
                 earth
                 dyes
                 in
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 tyme
                 ,
                 since
                 her
                 yeares
                 are
                 counted
                 .
                 The
                 Sea
                 sinckes
                 it selfe
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 into
                 its
                 proper
                 abysses
                 .
                 The
                 fyre
                 consumes
                 it selfe
                 in
                 its
                 heat
                 ;
                 and
                 Nature
                 it selfe
                 that
                 serues
                 for
                 a
                 second
                 cause
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 generation
                 of
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 destroyes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 with
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 speake
                 nothing
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 haue
                 nothing
                 more
                 proper
                 then
                 Death
                 .
                 What
                 meanes
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 forget
                 this
                 sweet
                 necessity
                 of
                 dying
                 ,
                 whose
                 law
                 very
                 happily
                 
                 dispenseth
                 with
                 none
                 ?
                 yet
                 for
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 doubt
                 but
                 there
                 are
                 many
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 would
                 neuer
                 be
                 dying
                 :
                 but
                 this
                 were
                 a
                 childi●h
                 language
                 of
                 theirs
                 ,
                 so
                 farre
                 from
                 reason
                 ,
                 and
                 common
                 sense
                 ,
                 as
                 one
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 declare
                 himselfe
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 starke
                 foole
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 excuse
                 himself
                 of
                 the
                 errour
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 of
                 the
                 cryme
                 .
                 We
                 do
                 all
                 waies
                 contemne
                 the
                 good
                 vnknowne
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 we
                 naturally
                 lyue
                 in
                 the
                 apprehension
                 of
                 loosing
                 that
                 which
                 we
                 possesse
                 ,
                 we
                 cleaue
                 to
                 the
                 present
                 ;
                 so
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 all
                 things
                 do
                 escape
                 vs
                 ,
                 and
                 fly
                 away
                 frō
                 vs.
                 What
                 a
                 life
                 were
                 it
                 for
                 vs
                 to
                 lyue
                 eternally
                 in
                 the
                 miserable
                 condition
                 ,
                 wherein
                 we
                 are
                 borne
                 ?
                 What
                 a
                 life
                 would
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 breathing
                 in
                 sighes
                 ,
                 in
                 mourning
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 playnts
                 ?
                 What
                 a
                 life
                 were
                 it
                 to
                 dy
                 neuer
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 suffer
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 since
                 miseryes
                 and
                 paynes
                 are
                 the
                 miserable
                 accidents
                 of
                 our
                 bodies
                 ?
                 it
                 would
                 euen
                 be
                 a
                 liuing
                 death
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 a
                 dying
                 life
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 times
                 more
                 cruell
                 and
                 intollerable
                 then
                 death
                 it selfe
                 .
                 Happy
                 then
                 ,
                 yea
                 thrice
                 happy
                 is
                 that
                 last
                 instant
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 vs
                 get
                 forth
                 of
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 tyme
                 !
                 most
                 pleasing
                 is
                 the
                 moment
                 ,
                 which
                 leades
                 vs
                 into
                 the
                 Eternity
                 !
                 O
                 sweet
                 agony
                 ,
                 ful
                 of
                 extasy
                 and
                 rauishment
                 !
                 O
                 glorious
                 Ioseph
                 ,
                 guide
                 now
                 my
                 pen
                 in
                 this
                 faire
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 wherein
                 it
                 is
                 wandering
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 touch
                 at
                 some
                 thing
                 of
                 your
                 last
                 rauishments
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 you
                 gaue
                 vp
                 your
                 soule
                 on
                 the
                 lips
                 of
                 himselfe
                 that
                 created
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 Lyfe
                 hath
                 nothing
                 so
                 delicious
                 as
                 your
                 death
                 :
                 you
                 dy
                 in
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 the
                 mother
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 lyfe
                 it selfe
                 .
                 And
                 shall
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 a
                 death
                 ?
                 You
                 amorously
                 expire
                 on
                 the
                 mouth
                 of
                 your
                 Redeemer
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 gate
                 of
                 Paradise
                 ;
                 what
                 ioy
                 !
                 The
                 pen
                 fals
                 out
                 of
                 my
                 hand
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 were
                 sensible
                 of
                 these
                 incomparable
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 your
                 holy
                 lyfe
                 was
                 crowned
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 hope
                 to
                 recouer
                 it
                 agayne
                 very
                 shortly
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 speake
                 more
                 worthily
                 thereof
                 ,
                 if
                 these
                 secret
                 Vowes
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 haue
                 already
                 offered
                 you
                 ,
                 may
                 be
                 gratefull
                 to
                 you
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 then
                 confidently
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 actions
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 welcomest
                 of
                 al
                 ,
                 to
                 such
                 as
                 haue
                 lyued
                 well
                 ;
                 and
                 it
                 is
                 permitted
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 liue
                 well
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Goodly
                 Considerations
                 vpon
                 this
                 important
                 verity
                 ;
                 That
                 whatsoeuer
                 we
                 do
                 ,
                 we
                 dye
                 euery
                 houre
                 without
                 cease
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XIIII
                 .
              
               
                 THE
                 inhabitants
                 of
                 Nylus
                 are
                 so
                 accustomed
                 to
                 heare
                 the
                 dread●ull
                 noyse
                 of
                 its
                 waters
                 alwayes
                 roaring
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 haue
                 no
                 eares
                 to
                 feele
                 the
                 incōmodity
                 therof
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 the
                 same
                 in
                 a
                 diuers
                 sense
                 ,
                 of
                 men
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 habituated
                 to
                 this
                 sweet
                 feeling
                 of
                 dying
                 ,
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 perceiue
                 not
                 thēselues
                 to
                 dy
                 awhit
                 .
                 They
                 breath
                 ,
                 in
                 dying
                 ,
                 the
                 aire
                 of
                 the
                 Death
                 which
                 they
                 sigh
                 forth
                 ,
                 without
                 thinking
                 euer
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 A
                 strange
                 thing
                 to
                 liue
                 continually
                 in
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 dy
                 euery
                 day
                 in
                 life
                 without
                 once
                 dreaming
                 of
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 their
                 end
                 ,
                 whither
                 they
                 run
                 alwaies
                 !
                 They
                 do
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 dy
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 haue
                 no
                 care
                 but
                 to
                 liue
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 they
                 speake
                 ,
                 the
                 ayre
                 wherof
                 they
                 forme
                 their
                 words
                 ,
                 causeth
                 the
                 lights
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 Clocke
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 the
                 respirations
                 the
                 minutes
                 ;
                 these
                 minutes
                 are
                 coūted
                 ,
                 and
                 one
                 succeding
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 the
                 lasts
                 
                 strikes
                 the
                 houre
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 eate
                 ,
                 the
                 very
                 food
                 that
                 nourishes
                 them
                 ,
                 doth
                 putrify
                 in
                 their
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 in
                 signe
                 that
                 they
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 corruption
                 ;
                 and
                 this
                 infectiō
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 ruines
                 the
                 infected
                 vessel
                 wherein
                 it
                 is
                 enclosed
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 they
                 exteriourly
                 carry
                 the
                 countenance
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 hide
                 within
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 action
                 ,
                 wherein
                 they
                 may
                 be
                 any
                 wayes
                 employed
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 Symbole
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 foolish
                 errours
                 of
                 these
                 men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 concluded
                 not
                 in
                 an
                 irreparable
                 domage
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 afford
                 as
                 much
                 pleasure
                 as
                 they
                 moue
                 pitty
                 .
                 For
                 one
                 gets
                 into
                 his
                 Caroch
                 ,
                 with
                 purpose
                 to
                 goe
                 to
                 some
                 faire
                 house
                 of
                 his
                 in
                 the
                 Country
                 ,
                 without
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 how
                 that
                 very
                 way
                 of
                 his
                 walke
                 ,
                 is
                 euen
                 the
                 same
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 whither
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 Coachman
                 ,
                 leades
                 him
                 insensibly
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 company
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 go
                 not
                 to
                 lye
                 ,
                 for
                 this
                 dayes
                 iourney
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 lodging
                 of
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 put
                 of
                 for
                 the
                 morrow
                 after
                 .
                 Another
                 embarkes
                 himselfe
                 in
                 a
                 Pinnace
                 for
                 to
                 sayle
                 into
                 the
                 Indyes
                 ,
                 &
                 himselfe
                 is
                 a
                 Pinnace
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 embarked
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 moment
                 of
                 his
                 birth
                 ,
                 sayling
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 pleasure
                 of
                 the
                 wind
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 age
                 doth
                 replenish
                 
                 the
                 sayles
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 without
                 once
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 land
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 hauen
                 of
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 This
                 Gallant
                 heere
                 shal
                 be
                 going
                 in
                 post
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 his
                 Mistresse
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 obiect
                 in
                 all
                 his
                 course
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 arriue
                 as
                 soone
                 as
                 he
                 can
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 place
                 where
                 she
                 lodgeth
                 .
                 Foole
                 as
                 he
                 is
                 ,
                 he
                 considers
                 not
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 how
                 that
                 euery
                 step
                 he
                 puts
                 forward
                 on
                 his
                 way
                 ,
                 he
                 approacheth
                 the
                 nerer
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 whither
                 he
                 runs
                 with
                 full
                 speed
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 same
                 Post-horses
                 he
                 takes
                 to
                 compasse
                 his
                 amourous
                 desires
                 .
                 Another
                 there
                 ,
                 wil
                 be
                 going
                 more
                 easily
                 in
                 a
                 Litter
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 lesse
                 incommodity
                 for
                 feare
                 the
                 heate
                 or
                 cold
                 may
                 seeme
                 to
                 preiudice
                 his
                 health
                 ;
                 but
                 let
                 him
                 go
                 as
                 easily
                 as
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 yet
                 Death
                 will
                 not
                 fayle
                 to
                 lead
                 his
                 mules
                 in
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 shall
                 but
                 passe
                 onely
                 by
                 his
                 howses
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 go
                 forwards
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 directly
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 what
                 digression
                 soeuer
                 he
                 seemes
                 to
                 make
                 ,
                 to
                 put
                 it
                 off
                 .
              
               
                 Thinke
                 on
                 this
                 truth
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 calme
                 and
                 tranquility
                 of
                 your
                 fortune
                 ;
                 the
                 spring
                 tyme
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 will
                 not
                 alwayes
                 last
                 :
                 euen
                 as
                 the
                 seasons
                 of
                 the
                 yeare
                 succeed
                 ech
                 other
                 ,
                 so
                 those
                 of
                 age
                 pursue
                 one
                 another
                 .
                 But
                 as
                 we
                 see
                 often
                 how
                 the
                 intemperance
                 of
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 causeth
                 the
                 winter
                 to
                 arriue
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 sommer
                 ;
                 take
                 heed
                 
                 the
                 intemperance
                 of
                 your
                 humours
                 ,
                 produce
                 not
                 the
                 winter
                 of
                 death
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 spring
                 tyme
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 .
                 In
                 vayne
                 do
                 you
                 set
                 forth
                 all
                 your
                 deceiptfull
                 markes
                 of
                 immotality
                 ,
                 the
                 time
                 scornes
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 laugh
                 at
                 them
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 to
                 day
                 you
                 be
                 something
                 ,
                 tomorrow
                 are
                 you
                 lyke
                 to
                 be
                 nothing
                 :
                 
                   So
                   passeth
                   away
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   all
                   flyes
                   into
                   the
                   Tombe
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Tombe
                 of
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 Sight
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XV.
                 
              
               
                 LET
                 all
                 the
                 fayrest
                 Obiects
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 in
                 Nature
                 appeare
                 in
                 my
                 presence
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 ech
                 one
                 in
                 its
                 turne
                 ,
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 their
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 Heauen
                 shew
                 forth
                 ,
                 open
                 to
                 view
                 ,
                 its
                 serene
                 countenance
                 ;
                 the
                 Sun
                 his
                 liuely
                 brightnes
                 ;
                 the
                 Moone
                 her
                 siluer
                 day
                 ;
                 the
                 starres
                 their
                 twinckling
                 sparkes
                 ;
                 the
                 Ayre
                 its
                 fayre
                 nakednes
                 ;
                 The
                 birds
                 their
                 warblings
                 ,
                 &
                 their
                 richest
                 robes
                 of
                 plumages
                 ,
                 enamelled
                 with
                 euery
                 sort
                 of
                 colours
                 ;
                 The
                 Trees
                 the
                 ornament
                 of
                 their
                 blossomes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 decking
                 of
                 their
                 fruits
                 ;
                 the
                 Meadowes
                 the
                 tapestry
                 of
                 their
                 greenes
                 ;
                 and
                 Mountaynes
                 the
                 mossy
                 
                 stuffe
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 they
                 couer
                 their
                 crumpt
                 backes
                 ;
                 the
                 forrests
                 their
                 thicke
                 branches
                 ;
                 the
                 sauadge
                 beasts
                 ,
                 the
                 extrauagant
                 beauty
                 which
                 Nature
                 hath
                 impressed
                 in
                 their
                 brutish
                 kind
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 diuersity
                 of
                 the
                 formes
                 which
                 they
                 represent
                 ;
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 the
                 inside
                 of
                 its
                 coffers
                 ,
                 replenished
                 with
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 riches
                 ;
                 the
                 Riuers
                 ,
                 the
                 Christall
                 of
                 their
                 streames
                 ;
                 the
                 Fountaynes
                 ,
                 the
                 liquid
                 glasses
                 of
                 their
                 waters
                 ;
                 the
                 Sea
                 its
                 huge
                 waterish
                 mātle
                 ;
                 &
                 the
                 fishes
                 ,
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 their
                 figures
                 ,
                 wholy
                 different
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 world
                 yet
                 giue
                 forth
                 new
                 wonders
                 ,
                 and
                 beauty
                 exhibit
                 to
                 our
                 view
                 its
                 fayrest
                 lyuing
                 pictures
                 ;
                 yet
                 all
                 those
                 obiects
                 ,
                 taken
                 altogether
                 ,
                 are
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 a
                 little
                 dust
                 ,
                 enclosed
                 in
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 artificiousnes
                 ,
                 which
                 Tyme
                 quite
                 ruines
                 ,
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 man
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 seest
                 but
                 only
                 by
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 in
                 cherishing
                 thy
                 life
                 so
                 with
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 sight
                 ,
                 admire
                 yet
                 once
                 in
                 thine
                 Idea
                 ,
                 the
                 obiects
                 ,
                 whose
                 beauty
                 heeretofore
                 thou
                 hast
                 adored
                 ;
                 then
                 represēt
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 argument
                 thou
                 canst
                 draw
                 from
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 their
                 being
                 ,
                 what
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 or
                 what
                 are
                 they
                 like
                 to
                 be
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 be
                 some
                 proud
                 pallace
                 ,
                 wherin
                 the
                 order
                 ,
                 the
                 riches
                 ,
                 the
                 magnificence
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 industry
                 of
                 the
                 workeman
                 be
                 in
                 dispute
                 
                 about
                 glory
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 who
                 shall
                 carry
                 away
                 the
                 prize
                 ;
                 consider
                 that
                 Tyme
                 destroyes
                 it
                 at
                 all
                 howers
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 it
                 shall
                 neuer
                 giue
                 ouer
                 ,
                 till
                 it
                 see
                 the
                 ruines
                 of
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 charmes
                 of
                 Art
                 do
                 charme
                 the
                 sight
                 ,
                 in
                 admiration
                 of
                 the
                 fayrest
                 colours
                 ,
                 laid
                 on
                 a
                 rich
                 subiect
                 ,
                 think
                 but
                 a
                 little
                 of
                 the
                 fraylty
                 of
                 those
                 accidents
                 .
                 For
                 all
                 the
                 beautifullest
                 colours
                 that
                 are
                 ,
                 do
                 fetch
                 their
                 birrh
                 from
                 that
                 of
                 flowers
                 .
                 And
                 can
                 we
                 see
                 any
                 thing
                 more
                 changeable
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 so
                 small
                 a
                 date
                 as
                 they
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 allurements
                 of
                 the
                 beauties
                 of
                 Nature
                 ,
                 do
                 rauish
                 thy
                 soule
                 by
                 thy
                 eyes
                 ▪
                 defēd
                 thy self
                 forth
                 with
                 through
                 the
                 knowledge
                 thou
                 hast
                 of
                 their
                 misery
                 ;
                 since
                 in
                 effect
                 the
                 fayrest
                 Lady
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 masse
                 of
                 flesh
                 ,
                 which
                 corrupts
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 be
                 wholy
                 formed
                 to
                 corruption
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 corruption
                 into
                 wormes
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 all
                 other
                 things
                 whatsoeuer
                 which
                 thou
                 mayest
                 haue
                 seene
                 ,
                 being
                 no
                 whit
                 more
                 noble
                 then
                 it
                 ,
                 thou
                 Mayst
                 well
                 be
                 iudging
                 of
                 their
                 defects
                 by
                 the
                 consequence
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 whatsoeuer
                 the
                 Heauēs
                 ,
                 haue
                 glittering
                 ,
                 the
                 Earth
                 rare
                 ,
                 Nature
                 gay
                 ,
                 &
                 Art
                 more
                 admirable
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 seruest
                 thy selfe
                 of
                 the
                 touchstone
                 of
                 thy
                 iudgement
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 the
                 matter
                 which
                 supports
                 the
                 image
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 soone
                 find
                 all
                 to
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 dust
                 ;
                 
                 and
                 so
                 mayest
                 feare
                 least
                 it
                 happen
                 to
                 fly
                 in
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 thee
                 blind
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 lookest
                 but
                 too
                 neere
                 vpon
                 it
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Tombe
                 of
                 the
                 Pleasures
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Sense
                 of
                 Hearing
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XVI
                 .
              
               
                 YOV
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 suffer
                 your
                 liberty
                 to
                 be
                 taken
                 away
                 through
                 your
                 eares
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 deceiptful
                 charmes
                 of
                 Syrens
                 :
                 You
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 who
                 sigh
                 for
                 ioy
                 ,
                 for
                 delectation
                 ,
                 and
                 extasy
                 ,
                 amidst
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 a
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 ,
                 eyther
                 of
                 voyces
                 or
                 instruments
                 ,
                 lēd
                 your
                 guilty
                 eares
                 to
                 heare
                 the
                 reasons
                 ,
                 which
                 seeme
                 to
                 condemne
                 your
                 errours
                 .
                 I
                 doubt
                 not
                 a
                 whit
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 purling
                 of
                 a
                 siluer
                 brook
                 ,
                 the
                 sweet
                 running
                 murmur
                 of
                 a
                 fountayne
                 ,
                 the
                 pretty
                 warbling
                 of
                 birds
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 amourous
                 accents
                 of
                 a
                 delicate
                 voyce
                 ,
                 ioyned
                 with
                 the
                 sweet
                 allurements
                 of
                 the
                 melody
                 of
                 a
                 Lute
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 force
                 inough
                 to
                 captiue
                 your
                 spirits
                 vnder
                 the
                 empire
                 of
                 a
                 thousād
                 sorts
                 of
                 delights
                 .
                 But
                 yet
                 returne
                 a
                 little
                 from
                 this
                 wandering
                 of
                 yours
                 ;
                 Content
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 losse
                 of
                 liberty
                 ,
                 and
                 saue
                 your
                 reason
                 to
                 repayre
                 your
                 domage
                 .
              
               
               
                 At
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 you
                 stand
                 listening
                 to
                 the
                 humming
                 noyse
                 of
                 this
                 riuer
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 the
                 murmur
                 of
                 this
                 fountayne
                 ,
                 imagine
                 this
                 truth
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   all
                   passeth
                   away
                   ,
                   that
                   all
                   slides
                   along
                   like
                   to
                   the
                   waues
                   .
                
                 Their
                 language
                 preacheth
                 nought
                 els
                 .
                 Those
                 birds
                 euen
                 call
                 for
                 death
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 sound
                 of
                 their
                 chaunting
                 like
                 the
                 Swan
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 harmony
                 of
                 a
                 voice
                 ,
                 or
                 Lute
                 so
                 charme
                 you
                 ,
                 cōsider
                 awhile
                 how
                 the
                 pleasure
                 of
                 this
                 melody
                 is
                 formed
                 of
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 instant
                 ,
                 it
                 resolues
                 into
                 ayre
                 agayne
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 the
                 delights
                 euen
                 dy
                 in
                 their
                 birth
                 .
                 You
                 let
                 your
                 eares
                 be
                 tickled
                 with
                 the
                 charmes
                 of
                 Eloquēce
                 ;
                 imagine
                 you
                 that
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 as
                 neither
                 Cicero
                 ,
                 nor
                 Demosthenes
                 were
                 exempt
                 from
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 or
                 corruption
                 ,
                 with
                 al
                 their
                 fayre
                 elocution
                 ,
                 so
                 shall
                 you
                 neuer
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 perswade
                 death
                 with
                 al
                 your
                 gallant
                 discourses
                 ,
                 to
                 prolong
                 the
                 terme
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 moment
                 .
                 True
                 Eloquence
                 consists
                 in
                 preaching
                 Vertue
                 ,
                 and
                 true
                 Harmony
                 to
                 hould
                 reason
                 alwayes
                 at
                 accord
                 with
                 the
                 Will
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 desire
                 nothing
                 but
                 what
                 is
                 iust
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 Tombe
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 Pleasures
                 ,
                 that
                 are
                 affected
                 to
                 the
                 Senses
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XVII
                 .
              
               
                 OPEN
                 your
                 eyes
                 ,
                 you
                 worldlings
                 ,
                 to
                 discouer
                 playnly
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 your
                 crymes
                 :
                 You
                 take
                 your
                 pleasures
                 to
                 cherish
                 daintily
                 your
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 you
                 knew
                 not
                 their
                 miseryes
                 .
                 But
                 why
                 say
                 I
                 ,
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ?
                 Can
                 you
                 take
                 any
                 contentment
                 ,
                 to
                 stuffe
                 your
                 putrified
                 body
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 new
                 matter
                 of
                 corruption
                 ?
                 Whatsoeuer
                 you
                 eat
                 is
                 a
                 symbole
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 &
                 so
                 shall
                 you
                 dy
                 in
                 eating
                 .
                 You
                 do
                 nothing
                 but
                 heape
                 dung
                 vpon
                 dung
                 ,
                 &
                 add
                 but
                 infectiō
                 to
                 infection
                 .
                 I
                 graunt
                 that
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 passeth
                 euer
                 its
                 dayes
                 in
                 continuall
                 banquetting
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 would
                 fayne
                 haue
                 you
                 let
                 me
                 see
                 the
                 pleasure
                 which
                 is
                 left
                 you
                 of
                 all
                 this
                 good
                 cheere
                 at
                 the
                 latter
                 course
                 .
                 Is
                 this
                 a
                 contentment
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 haue
                 the
                 Belly
                 stuffed
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 ordures
                 ,
                 to
                 put
                 your
                 spirit
                 on
                 the
                 racke
                 with
                 the
                 stinking
                 fume
                 of
                 meates
                 ,
                 not
                 well
                 concocted
                 ,
                 which
                 arise
                 vp
                 in
                 the
                 brayne
                 ?
                 Is
                 it
                 well
                 with
                 you
                 to
                 haue
                 the
                 head
                 drousy
                 ,
                 the
                 pulse
                 distempered
                 ,
                 the
                 spirit
                 benummed
                 ,
                 &
                 reason
                 astray
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Behold
                 heere
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 which
                 succeed
                 your
                 delights
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 haue
                 no
                 care
                 but
                 to
                 pamper
                 your
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 you
                 lyued
                 but
                 onely
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 the
                 meane
                 while
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 same
                 very
                 food
                 ,
                 which
                 affoards
                 them
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 euen
                 brings
                 them
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 Inebriate
                 your selfe
                 with
                 these
                 brutish
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 the
                 example
                 of
                 the
                 new
                 Epicures
                 ,
                 haue
                 no
                 passion
                 but
                 to
                 conserue
                 them
                 ;
                 yet
                 of
                 necessity
                 ,
                 must
                 the
                 imaginary
                 paradise
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 conclude
                 in
                 a
                 true
                 Hell
                 on
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 your
                 death
                 .
                 For
                 all
                 these
                 roses
                 shal
                 be
                 changed
                 into
                 thornes
                 in
                 that
                 last
                 moment
                 .
                 Glut
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 crumme
                 your
                 bodies
                 for
                 to
                 satiate
                 the
                 wormes
                 withall
                 .
                 But
                 this
                 is
                 nothing
                 as
                 yet
                 .
                 Your
                 soules
                 being
                 the
                 companions
                 of
                 your
                 euills
                 ,
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 euerlastingly
                 punished
                 in
                 an
                 eternity
                 of
                 paynes
                 .
                 O
                 dreadfull
                 Eternity
                 !
                 It
                 seemes
                 in
                 a
                 fashion
                 ,
                 that
                 those
                 men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 may
                 well
                 be
                 excusing
                 their
                 vanity
                 ,
                 that
                 causes
                 them
                 to
                 carry
                 both
                 amber
                 and
                 muske
                 about
                 them
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 full
                 of
                 of
                 infection
                 and
                 corruption
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 me
                 belieue
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 feare
                 ,
                 least
                 men
                 come
                 to
                 sent
                 the
                 stench
                 of
                 their
                 miseries
                 ,
                 &
                 so
                 engage
                 them
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 inforce
                 them
                 to
                 serue
                 themselues
                 of
                 this
                 cunning
                 .
                 In
                 effect
                 ,
                 all
                 these
                 odours
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 perfumes
                 smell
                 so
                 
                 strong
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 cannot
                 loue
                 the
                 smoke
                 without
                 runing
                 into
                 danger
                 of
                 the
                 fire
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 those
                 who
                 tye
                 their
                 spirit
                 to
                 these
                 vayne
                 idea's
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ▪
                 are
                 in
                 loue
                 with
                 shadows
                 and
                 despise
                 the
                 bodyes
                 .
                 They
                 smell
                 very
                 well
                 ,
                 that
                 smell
                 not
                 ill
                 ;
                 and
                 such
                 as
                 habituate
                 their
                 bodyes
                 to
                 Perfumes
                 ,
                 can
                 neuer
                 endure
                 the
                 stinke
                 of
                 the
                 mortuary
                 Torches
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 encompasse
                 their
                 b●d
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 houre
                 of
                 death
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 speake
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Ladyes
                 ,
                 who
                 doe
                 so
                 passionately
                 affect
                 these
                 foolish
                 vanityes
                 .
                 I
                 remit
                 you
                 euer
                 to
                 the
                 instant
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 receyue
                 the
                 iudgement
                 of
                 your
                 actions
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 shame
                 and
                 reproach
                 .
                 Deale
                 you
                 so
                 ,
                 as
                 your
                 soule
                 may
                 sauour
                 well
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 the
                 body
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 one
                 may
                 euery
                 moment
                 be
                 cited
                 to
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 prey
                 for
                 the
                 worms
                 .
                 It
                 were
                 better
                 your
                 teeth
                 should
                 sauour
                 il
                 ,
                 then
                 your
                 actions
                 ;
                 for
                 those
                 are
                 subiect
                 to
                 corruption
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 heere
                 shall
                 liue
                 eternally
                 ,
                 eyther
                 in
                 payne
                 or
                 glory
                 .
                 I
                 leaue
                 you
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 these
                 important
                 verityes
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Touching
                 ,
                 being
                 of
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 nature
                 with
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
                 and
                 hauing
                 no
                 more
                 solid
                 foundatiō
                 then
                 they
                 ;
                 we
                 may
                 draw
                 the
                 consequence
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 argumēt
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 conclude
                 ;
                 how
                 this
                 imaginary
                 
                 pleasure
                 cannot
                 seeeme
                 to
                 cleaue
                 but
                 to
                 weaker
                 spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 loue
                 only
                 the
                 earth
                 ;
                 because
                 its
                 obiect
                 is
                 so
                 vile
                 and
                 base
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 abase
                 our selues
                 ,
                 to
                 obserue
                 its
                 aymes
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 resume
                 the
                 ayres
                 of
                 our
                 former
                 discourses
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 that
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 subsist
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 through
                 the
                 name
                 onely
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 giuen
                 them
                 .
                 For
                 in
                 effect
                 they
                 are
                 nothing
                 but
                 a
                 dreame
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 shadow
                 of
                 a
                 shadow
                 ,
                 whose
                 body
                 we
                 neuer
                 possesse
                 .
                 Such
                 as
                 loue
                 them
                 are
                 not
                 capable
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 fix
                 their
                 affections
                 on
                 the
                 pourtraicts
                 onely
                 of
                 imagination
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 Idea's
                 which
                 the
                 wind
                 defaceth
                 euery
                 moment
                 .
                 True
                 contentmēt
                 consists
                 in
                 thinking
                 alwayes
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 pleasure
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 termines
                 in
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 How
                 he
                 who
                 hath
                 imposed
                 the
                 Law
                 of
                 Death
                 vpon
                 vs
                 ,
                 hath
                 suffered
                 al
                 the
                 paynes
                 therof
                 together
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XVIII
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 NOTE
                 an
                 excesse
                 of
                 loue
                 in
                 the
                 History
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 King
                 who
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 a
                 generous
                 desire
                 ,
                 to
                 banish
                 vice
                 for
                 euer
                 from
                 his
                 Kingdome
                 ,
                 &
                 
                 to
                 bring
                 in
                 Vertue
                 ,
                 there
                 to
                 reigne
                 in
                 peace
                 ;
                 among
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 Lawes
                 ,
                 which
                 he
                 imposed
                 on
                 his
                 subiects
                 ,
                 the
                 payne
                 of
                 pulling
                 out
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 was
                 decreed
                 for
                 his
                 punishment
                 that
                 should
                 violate
                 the
                 most
                 important
                 of
                 thē
                 .
                 The
                 ill
                 lucke
                 was
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 only
                 Sonne
                 ,
                 should
                 fall
                 the
                 first
                 into
                 that
                 cryme
                 .
                 What
                 shall
                 he
                 do
                 ?
                 And
                 what
                 shal
                 he
                 resolue
                 vpon
                 ?
                 For
                 to
                 quit
                 himselfe
                 from
                 the
                 assaults
                 both
                 of
                 loue
                 and
                 pitty
                 ,
                 which
                 nature
                 gaue
                 him
                 ,
                 euery
                 moment
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 do
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 halfe
                 of
                 his
                 bloud
                 ,
                 takes
                 away
                 fury
                 from
                 the
                 other
                 halfe
                 .
                 What
                 likelihood
                 for
                 one
                 to
                 arme
                 himselfe
                 against
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 to
                 excite
                 his
                 arme
                 to
                 vengeance
                 ,
                 to
                 destroy
                 his
                 body
                 ?
                 He
                 hath
                 no
                 loue
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 guilty
                 ,
                 &
                 how
                 shall
                 he
                 haue
                 passion
                 to
                 destroy
                 him
                 ?
                 He
                 sees
                 not
                 but
                 by
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 shall
                 he
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 see
                 him
                 blind
                 ?
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 he
                 sits
                 not
                 on
                 his
                 Throne
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 keepe
                 him
                 the
                 place
                 ;
                 &
                 how
                 shall
                 he
                 possibly
                 mount
                 this
                 throne
                 to
                 prononce
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 his
                 punishment
                 ?
                 Of
                 necessity
                 yet
                 the
                 errour
                 must
                 be
                 punished
                 if
                 he
                 wil
                 not
                 soyle
                 the
                 splendour
                 of
                 his
                 iustice
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 richest
                 ornament
                 of
                 his
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 onely
                 vertue
                 that
                 makes
                 him
                 worthy
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 .
              
               
                 Nature
                 assayles
                 him
                 powerfully
                 ,
                 Loue
                 giues
                 him
                 a
                 thousand
                 batteryes
                 ,
                 and
                 euen
                 
                 Pitty
                 often
                 wrings
                 the
                 weapons
                 from
                 his
                 hands
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 Reason
                 for
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 seemes
                 to
                 carry
                 away
                 the
                 victory
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 remedy
                 ,
                 but
                 needs
                 must
                 he
                 yield
                 to
                 Nature
                 ,
                 Loue
                 ,
                 and
                 Pitty
                 ;
                 but
                 yet
                 finds
                 he
                 a
                 way
                 to
                 make
                 Iustice
                 triumph
                 in
                 satisfying
                 the
                 law
                 .
                 He
                 puls
                 out
                 one
                 of
                 his
                 sonnes
                 eyes
                 ,
                 for
                 one
                 halfe
                 of
                 the
                 punishment
                 ,
                 and
                 causes
                 another
                 to
                 be
                 pluckt
                 forth
                 from
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 finish
                 the
                 chasticement
                 .
                 What
                 excesse
                 of
                 Goodnes
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 draw
                 now
                 the
                 mysticall
                 Allegory
                 from
                 this
                 history
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 ,
                 That
                 our
                 Redeemer
                 represents
                 this
                 iust
                 King
                 ,
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 the
                 terrestrial
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 he
                 imposed
                 this
                 law
                 of
                 obedience
                 vnder
                 paine
                 of
                 death
                 vpon
                 man
                 ,
                 being
                 the
                 Sonne
                 of
                 his
                 hands
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 noblest
                 worke
                 of
                 his
                 Creation
                 .
                 This
                 man
                 being
                 the
                 first
                 borne
                 ,
                 becomes
                 lykewyse
                 at
                 that
                 same
                 very
                 tyme
                 the
                 first
                 guilty
                 in
                 contemning
                 the
                 commaundements
                 of
                 his
                 Soueraygne
                 :
                 He
                 eats
                 that
                 fatall
                 Apple
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 opens
                 with
                 his
                 murderous
                 teeth
                 that
                 vnlucky
                 box
                 of
                 Pandora
                 ,
                 stuffed
                 with
                 all
                 manner
                 of
                 euills
                 .
                 The
                 punishment
                 euen
                 followes
                 his
                 offence
                 so
                 neere
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 instantly
                 incurres
                 the
                 payne
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 But
                 what
                 a
                 prodigy
                 of
                 loue
                 !
                 The
                 Creator
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 the
                 miseryes
                 of
                 his
                 creature
                 ,
                 takes
                 away
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 the
                 law
                 ,
                 without
                 destroying
                 it
                 quite
                 
                 or
                 infringing
                 the
                 same
                 :
                 I
                 meane
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 seuers
                 death
                 from
                 death
                 in
                 causing
                 the
                 guilty
                 to
                 arise
                 agayne
                 from
                 his
                 ashes
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 liue
                 eternally
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 meanes
                 ,
                 wherof
                 he
                 serues
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 dye
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 Chalice
                 of
                 his
                 passion
                 to
                 drinke
                 all
                 the
                 bitternes
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 chāge
                 the
                 nature
                 therof
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 this
                 way
                 of
                 death
                 conducts
                 vs
                 now
                 to
                 eternall
                 lyfe
                 .
              
               
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   Death
                
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 more
                 plesing
                 thē
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 most
                 pleasing
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   Death
                
                 ,
                 a
                 hundred
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 hundred
                 tymes
                 more
                 delicious
                 ,
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 vnited
                 together
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   Death
                
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 body
                 finds
                 repose
                 ,
                 the
                 spirit
                 contentmēt
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 soule
                 its
                 whole
                 felicity
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   Death
                
                 ,
                 the
                 only
                 hope
                 of
                 the
                 afflicted
                 ,
                 the
                 sole
                 consolation
                 of
                 the
                 wisest
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 last
                 remedy
                 for
                 all
                 the
                 euils
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   Death
                
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 more
                 admirable
                 ,
                 then
                 his
                 goodnes
                 that
                 imposed
                 the
                 law
                 ,
                 since
                 through
                 the
                 same
                 very
                 Goodnes
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 needs
                 be
                 suffering
                 the
                 paine
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 the
                 payne
                 .
                 Who
                 durst
                 refuse
                 to
                 drinke
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 turne
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Chalice
                 where
                 God
                 himselfe
                 hath
                 quenched
                 his
                 thirst
                 ?
                 Let
                 vs
                 go
                 thē
                 very
                 holily
                 to
                 Death
                 ;
                 for
                 to
                 go
                 cheerefully
                 thither
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 make
                 loue
                 and
                 vertue
                 lead
                 vs
                 into
                 the
                 sepulcher
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 meane
                 to
                 find
                 therein
                 a
                 
                 second
                 cradle
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 may
                 be
                 reborne
                 anew
                 ,
                 neuer
                 to
                 dye
                 any
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 cannot
                 forget
                 that
                 goodly
                 Custome
                 of
                 the
                 Egyptians
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 as
                 a
                 Sonne
                 being
                 armed
                 with
                 fury
                 ,
                 should
                 passe
                 to
                 that
                 extremity
                 of
                 cruelty
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 the
                 life
                 from
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 giuen
                 him
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 he
                 incurred
                 this
                 sweet
                 punishment
                 withall
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 shut
                 vp
                 for
                 three
                 whole
                 dayes
                 in
                 prison
                 togeather
                 with
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 whose
                 Parricide
                 he
                 was
                 :
                 &
                 I
                 should
                 thinke
                 ,
                 that
                 such
                 as
                 had
                 imposed
                 the
                 law
                 ,
                 had
                 this
                 beliefe
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 terrible
                 and
                 dreadfull
                 obiect
                 of
                 the
                 cryme
                 ,
                 was
                 a
                 torment
                 of
                 force
                 inough
                 for
                 the
                 guilty
                 ,
                 to
                 extort
                 the
                 last
                 teares
                 from
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 vtmost
                 playntes
                 from
                 his
                 soule
                 .
                 For
                 in
                 effect
                 Nature
                 neuer
                 belyes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 alwayes
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 well
                 affoard
                 some
                 intermission
                 of
                 loue
                 &
                 of
                 pitty
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 it
                 snatches
                 the
                 hart
                 from
                 the
                 bowels
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 violēce
                 worthy
                 of
                 it selfe
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 see
                 now
                 the
                 backside
                 of
                 this
                 Meddall
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 draw
                 forth
                 the
                 mistery
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 this
                 moral
                 verity
                 .
                 We
                 represent
                 to
                 day
                 ,
                 this
                 guilty
                 sonne
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 haue
                 put
                 our
                 Redeemer
                 to
                 Death
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 the
                 common
                 Father
                 of
                 our
                 soules
                 .
                 The
                 punishment
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 law
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 hath
                 now
                 imposed
                 vpon
                 vs
                 ,
                 it
                 to
                 looke
                 cōtinually
                 on
                 this
                 Tree
                 of
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 
                 whereon
                 our
                 crymes
                 haue
                 made
                 him
                 to
                 expire
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 repayre
                 their
                 enormity
                 withall
                 !
                 
                   O
                   sweet
                   punishment
                
                 !
                 For
                 spilling
                 the
                 bloud
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 filled
                 our
                 veynes
                 ,
                 the
                 law
                 exacts
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 vs
                 then
                 teares
                 !
                 For
                 hauing
                 nayled
                 him
                 on
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 Iustice
                 enioynes
                 vs
                 no
                 other
                 payne
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 nayling
                 our
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 same
                 pillar
                 wherupon
                 he
                 is
                 nayled
                 !
                 For
                 hauing
                 crowned
                 him
                 with
                 thorns
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 haue
                 vs
                 to
                 trample
                 vnder
                 foote
                 ,
                 the
                 roses
                 of
                 our
                 pleasures
                 !
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 for
                 putting
                 him
                 to
                 Death
                 ,
                 he
                 demaundes
                 no
                 more
                 at
                 our
                 hands
                 ,
                 but
                 sighes
                 and
                 teares
                 for
                 to
                 testify
                 our
                 sorrow
                 for
                 the
                 same
                 !
                 Who
                 could
                 refuse
                 to
                 afford
                 him
                 this
                 pitty
                 ,
                 or
                 loue
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 our
                 loue
                 hath
                 had
                 such
                 pitty
                 vpon
                 vs
                 ?
                 His
                 hart
                 hath
                 beene
                 melt
                 to
                 teares
                 of
                 bloud
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Aultar
                 of
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ;
                 and
                 shall
                 we
                 not
                 drowne
                 our selues
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 our
                 teares
                 ,
                 being
                 so
                 prest
                 with
                 the
                 storme
                 of
                 our
                 sighs
                 &
                 plaints
                 ;
                 Shall
                 we
                 suffer
                 the
                 rockes
                 to
                 vpbrayed
                 vs
                 of
                 insensibility
                 ?
                 The
                 Sunne
                 hath
                 beene
                 darkned
                 at
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 our
                 cryme
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 not
                 we
                 wax
                 pale
                 for
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 of
                 committing
                 the
                 same
                 ?
                 The
                 Moone
                 had
                 beene
                 hiding
                 her selfe
                 for
                 shame
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 not
                 our
                 countenāce
                 awhit
                 be
                 couered
                 therewith
                 ?
                 The
                 earth
                 hath
                 quaked
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 not
                 our
                 hearts
                 seeme
                 to
                 tremble
                 for
                 feare
                 ?
                 The
                 veyle
                 of
                 the
                 Temple
                 
                 hath
                 beene
                 rent
                 in
                 twayne
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 our
                 bowels
                 remayne
                 entire
                 ?
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 Nature
                 hath
                 suffered
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 we
                 be
                 exempt
                 from
                 suffering
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 our
                 Redeemer
                 nayled
                 vpon
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ?
              
               
                 Weepe
                 ,
                 weep
                 you
                 mine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 water
                 of
                 your
                 humide
                 springes
                 ;
                 powre
                 you
                 forth
                 boldly
                 the
                 last
                 teare
                 on
                 this
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 where
                 my
                 Sauiour
                 hath
                 spilt
                 the
                 last
                 drop
                 of
                 his
                 bloud
                 .
                 Do
                 you
                 imitate
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 in
                 your
                 little
                 course
                 ,
                 drowne
                 your selues
                 within
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 your
                 teares
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 would
                 ,
                 like
                 to
                 him
                 be
                 arising
                 againe
                 from
                 your
                 West
                 ,
                 and
                 shine
                 without
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 East
                 of
                 an
                 eternall
                 light
                 .
                 And
                 thou
                 my
                 hart
                 ,
                 vnty
                 thy selfe
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 frō
                 all
                 the
                 feelings
                 of
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 only
                 roses
                 of
                 true
                 contentment
                 ,
                 are
                 found
                 amidst
                 the
                 thornes
                 of
                 the
                 Crosse.
                 The
                 whole
                 felicity
                 concludes
                 in
                 this
                 point
                 ,
                 of
                 neuer
                 hauing
                 any
                 other
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 carying
                 the
                 crosse
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 ladder
                 of
                 Iacob
                 ,
                 which
                 serues
                 vs
                 to
                 mount
                 vp
                 to
                 Heauen
                 with
                 all
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 brazen
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 that
                 cures
                 our
                 soules
                 from
                 the
                 poyson
                 of
                 the
                 vanities
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Without
                 the
                 Crosse
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 nor
                 repose
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 He
                 that
                 caryes
                 the
                 crosse
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 may
                 well
                 say
                 ,
                 more
                 cōfidently
                 then
                 Bias
                 did
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 caryes
                 all
                 his
                 riches
                 about
                 him
                 .
                 For
                 therein
                 alone
                 are
                 comprized
                 
                 all
                 the
                 treasures
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 therein
                 consists
                 the
                 accomplishmēt
                 of
                 our
                 happines
                 .
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 the
                 only
                 wish
                 of
                 my
                 soule
                 !
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 the
                 sweet
                 obiect
                 of
                 mine
                 eyes
                 !
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 in
                 which
                 alone
                 I
                 put
                 my
                 hope
                 !
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 vpon
                 which
                 alone
                 ,
                 do
                 I
                 establish
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 all
                 my
                 felicities
                 !
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 where
                 my
                 wishes
                 find
                 their
                 end
                 ,
                 &
                 my
                 enuy
                 ,
                 its
                 vtmost
                 limits
                 !
                 
                   O
                   deere
                   Crosse
                
                 ,
                 deere
                 Instrument
                 of
                 my
                 victory
                 ,
                 and
                 rich
                 Crowne
                 of
                 my
                 tryumph
                 !
                 I
                 pretend
                 to
                 nothing
                 els
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 I
                 abādon
                 al
                 for
                 it
                 .
                 For
                 as
                 I
                 reuiue
                 not
                 but
                 through
                 it
                 only
                 ,
                 so
                 will
                 I
                 dy
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 deliciouly
                 expire
                 vpon
                 its
                 couch
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 only
                 meanes
                 to
                 be
                 vnsensible
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 I
                 present
                 you
                 with
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 a
                 new
                 Arke
                 of
                 Noe
                 ,
                 to
                 warrant
                 you
                 frō
                 the
                 deluge
                 of
                 the
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 deadfull
                 day
                 of
                 iudgment
                 .
                 Can
                 you
                 refuse
                 to
                 kisse
                 the
                 wood
                 ,
                 wherupō
                 you
                 haue
                 nayled
                 your
                 Sauiour
                 ?
                 Behold
                 the
                 wonder
                 !
                 He
                 hath
                 exchanged
                 your
                 cruelty
                 into
                 loue
                 .
                 For
                 he
                 hath
                 affoarded
                 you
                 the
                 inuention
                 ,
                 to
                 nayle
                 his
                 hands
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 might
                 haue
                 alwayes
                 his
                 armes
                 so
                 stretched
                 forth
                 to
                 imbrace
                 you
                 withall
                 .
                 The
                 like
                 may
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 caused
                 his
                 Feet
                 to
                 be
                 so
                 nayled
                 ,
                 to
                 attend
                 you
                 at
                 all
                 houres
                 ,
                 since
                 euery
                 houre
                 is
                 
                 he
                 ready
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 will
                 ,
                 to
                 pardon
                 you
                 .
                 O
                 prodigy
                 of
                 goodnes
                 !
                 O
                 miracle
                 of
                 Loue
                 !
                 Lord
                 graunt
                 I
                 beseech
                 thee
                 ,
                 I
                 become
                 not
                 vngratefull
                 ,
                 for
                 so
                 many
                 fauours
                 done
                 me
                 !
                 Teach
                 my
                 hart
                 a
                 language
                 ,
                 wholy
                 diuine
                 ,
                 to
                 thāke
                 you
                 diuinely
                 for
                 them
                 ;
                 whiles
                 I
                 can
                 offer
                 you
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 whole
                 acknowledgemēt
                 of
                 al
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 only
                 griefe
                 of
                 not
                 hauing
                 any
                 thing
                 worthy
                 of
                 you
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 pleasure
                 which
                 is
                 found
                 in
                 Liuing
                 wel
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 Dye
                 content
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XIX
                 .
              
               
                 IT
                 is
                 impossible
                 to
                 expresse
                 ,
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 a
                 holy
                 Soule
                 ,
                 its
                 contentments
                 are
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 so
                 called
                 ,
                 its
                 sweetnesse
                 hath
                 another
                 name
                 ,
                 its
                 extasyes
                 &
                 rauishments
                 cannot
                 be
                 comprehended
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 hart
                 which
                 feeles
                 them
                 .
                 For
                 not
                 to
                 lye
                 ,
                 it
                 hath
                 ioyes
                 wholy
                 of
                 Heauene
                 it
                 tasts
                 the
                 delights
                 most
                 deuine
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 like
                 grace
                 ,
                 it
                 carries
                 its
                 terrestriall
                 Paradise
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 If
                 its
                 thoughts
                 seeme
                 to
                 touch
                 vpon
                 earth
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 only
                 for
                 its
                 contempt
                 ,
                 for
                 anon
                 they
                 take
                 their
                 flight
                 to
                 heauen-wards
                 ,
                 
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 do
                 ayme
                 at
                 at
                 all
                 tymes
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 immortall
                 ,
                 they
                 neuer
                 regard
                 but
                 the
                 Eternity
                 .
                 The
                 paynes
                 it
                 endures
                 ,
                 haue
                 no
                 bitternes
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 only
                 in
                 name
                 ,
                 the
                 miseries
                 do
                 euen
                 change
                 their
                 quality
                 in
                 its
                 presence
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 awed
                 its
                 courage
                 .
                 If
                 misfortune
                 chance
                 to
                 light
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 with
                 some
                 sad
                 accident
                 or
                 other
                 ,
                 it
                 receiues
                 it
                 as
                 a
                 present
                 from
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 rather
                 thē
                 as
                 any
                 disgrace
                 of
                 fortune
                 .
                 If
                 death
                 seeme
                 to
                 snatch
                 away
                 from
                 it
                 ,
                 what
                 most
                 it
                 Ioues
                 ,
                 it
                 payes
                 nature
                 the
                 teares
                 it
                 owes
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 very
                 tyme
                 ,
                 satisfyes
                 reason
                 through
                 generous
                 actions
                 with
                 its
                 constancy
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 loose
                 all
                 the
                 goods
                 which
                 it
                 had
                 for
                 portion
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 it
                 complaynes
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 while
                 its
                 offences
                 seeme
                 to
                 deserue
                 a
                 great
                 chastizement
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 placeth
                 not
                 its
                 affection
                 on
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 fortune
                 can
                 take
                 away
                 nothing
                 from
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 it
                 is
                 willing
                 to
                 loose
                 ;
                 because
                 it
                 hath
                 nothing
                 proper
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 possessing
                 one
                 ●ay
                 the
                 richest
                 treasures
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 Land
                 which
                 is
                 wholy
                 scituated
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 Empie
                 of
                 Time
                 ,
                 and
                 inconstancy
                 thereof
                 .
                 Let
                 it
                 thunder
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 sea
                 mount
                 vp
                 to
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 backe
                 of
                 its
                 waues
                 ;
                 let
                 the
                 warres
                 dispeople
                 townes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 disasters
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 
                 make
                 al
                 together
                 an
                 Army
                 to
                 set
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 yet
                 remaynes
                 it
                 firme
                 ,
                 and
                 stable
                 as
                 a
                 rocke
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 this
                 Sea
                 ▪
                 &
                 if
                 it
                 feare
                 any
                 thing
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 the
                 feare
                 of
                 offending
                 God.
                 O
                 sweet
                 feare
                 !
                 more
                 noble
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 courages
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 !
                 Thus
                 liues
                 it
                 content
                 amids
                 the
                 broyles
                 ,
                 whereof
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 so
                 full
                 .
                 Thus
                 liues
                 it
                 most
                 happily
                 amids
                 the
                 sad
                 accidents
                 which
                 land
                 euery
                 houre
                 on
                 the
                 shore
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Thus
                 enioyes
                 it
                 a
                 sweet
                 repose
                 amids
                 the
                 troubles
                 ,
                 and
                 continuall
                 tribulations
                 of
                 Mortals
                 .
                 It
                 loues
                 not
                 health
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 employ
                 its
                 lyfe
                 in
                 the
                 seruice
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 bestowed
                 it
                 vpon
                 it
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 laugh
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 the
                 ioy
                 it
                 hath
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 neuer
                 had
                 any
                 such
                 beneath
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 Redeemer
                 had
                 neuer
                 beene
                 gathering
                 but
                 thornes
                 :
                 and
                 if
                 it
                 weep
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 the
                 griefe
                 of
                 its
                 proper
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 for
                 those
                 of
                 its
                 body
                 ,
                 being
                 very
                 solicitous
                 to
                 conserue
                 entiere
                 ,
                 and
                 without
                 blemish
                 the
                 image
                 and
                 semblance
                 of
                 its
                 Creatour
                 ,
                 whose
                 impression
                 it
                 had
                 receyued
                 on
                 the
                 first
                 day
                 of
                 its
                 being
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 capable
                 ,
                 neyther
                 of
                 pleasure
                 nor
                 yet
                 of
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 onely
                 interests
                 of
                 its
                 saluation
                 ,
                 whose
                 thoughts
                 are
                 euer
                 present
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 And
                 is
                 not
                 this
                 a
                 sweet
                 lyfe
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 Time
                 strike
                 the
                 houre
                 of
                 its
                 retrayt
                 from
                 its
                 first
                 disposition
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 it
                 deduceth
                 a
                 
                 last
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 yield
                 vp
                 it selfe
                 into
                 the
                 hands
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 created
                 it
                 .
                 In
                 vaine
                 doth
                 euill
                 seeke
                 to
                 afflict
                 its
                 senses
                 ,
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 its
                 constancy
                 would
                 be
                 alwayes
                 appearing
                 through
                 the
                 shadowes
                 of
                 its
                 sad
                 countenance
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 condition
                 soeuer
                 had
                 it
                 beene
                 raysed
                 vnto
                 ▪
                 it
                 takes
                 no
                 care
                 to
                 quit
                 the
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 because
                 it
                 had
                 neuer
                 tyed
                 its
                 affections
                 thereunto
                 .
                 The
                 Sun
                 may
                 well
                 arise
                 ,
                 and
                 sett
                 agayne
                 ;
                 yet
                 she
                 beholds
                 it
                 alwayes
                 with
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 eye
                 .
                 It
                 s
                 East
                 and
                 West
                 are
                 equall
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 be
                 different
                 ,
                 attending
                 without
                 anxiety
                 ,
                 the
                 West
                 of
                 the
                 torch
                 of
                 its
                 lyfe
                 .
                 The
                 labour
                 which
                 it
                 hath
                 ,
                 to
                 prepare
                 it selfe
                 for
                 death
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 very
                 great
                 ,
                 since
                 still
                 it
                 hath
                 lyued
                 in
                 this
                 preparation
                 .
                 Notwithstanding
                 as
                 we
                 cannot
                 employ
                 all
                 our
                 tyme
                 in
                 so
                 important
                 a
                 busines
                 ,
                 it
                 deliciously
                 spends
                 the
                 remaynder
                 of
                 its
                 lyfe
                 therein
                 :
                 It
                 smyles
                 to
                 behold
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 weep
                 about
                 its
                 bed
                 ,
                 and
                 being
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 speake
                 any
                 more
                 to
                 cōplaine
                 of
                 their
                 plaints
                 ,
                 it
                 sighs
                 to
                 heare
                 them
                 sigh
                 .
                 For
                 it
                 suffers
                 ,
                 not
                 but
                 what
                 it
                 sees
                 others
                 to
                 suffer
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 griefe
                 is
                 in
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 it
                 seeme
                 a
                 litle
                 ,
                 to
                 reflect
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 griefe
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 with
                 sighing
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 its
                 last
                 sigh
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 of
                 its
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 the
                 wyfe
                 cry
                 ,
                 the
                 children
                 pull
                 their
                 
                 hayre
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 neerest
                 of
                 its
                 kyn
                 be
                 carying
                 on
                 their
                 visage
                 the
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 in
                 their
                 hart
                 ;
                 let
                 the
                 best
                 friends
                 be
                 partners
                 of
                 this
                 condolement
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 one
                 in
                 his
                 fashion
                 complayn
                 of
                 the
                 disaster
                 so
                 befalne
                 him
                 ;
                 yet
                 she
                 alone
                 stands
                 praysing
                 the
                 heauens
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 blesseth
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 houre
                 now
                 ready
                 to
                 produce
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 eternity
                 of
                 its
                 glory
                 should
                 begin
                 Well
                 may
                 death
                 seeme
                 to
                 make
                 its
                 visage
                 pale
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 the
                 hart
                 ,
                 for
                 loe
                 it
                 appeares
                 in
                 these
                 last
                 extremes
                 more
                 refulgent
                 then
                 euer
                 ,
                 lyke
                 a
                 cādle
                 which
                 is
                 ready
                 to
                 go
                 forth
                 ;
                 it
                 hath
                 the
                 voyce
                 of
                 a
                 dying
                 Swan
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 charme
                 all
                 the
                 dolours
                 that
                 enuirone
                 it
                 round
                 .
                 The
                 Diuells
                 are
                 astonished
                 to
                 behold
                 it
                 so
                 deuoyd
                 of
                 astonishment
                 ;
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 its
                 inuincible
                 courage
                 ▪
                 doth
                 so
                 weaken
                 their
                 power
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 constrayned
                 to
                 pretend
                 nothing
                 ,
                 to
                 triumph
                 at
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 Vertue
                 ,
                 it
                 caryes
                 away
                 the
                 crowne
                 vnto
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 race
                 ,
                 euen
                 dying
                 with
                 the
                 desire
                 it
                 hath
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 of
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 lyuing
                 long
                 inough
                 .
                 Thus
                 through
                 force
                 of
                 the
                 sighes
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 it
                 sends
                 forth
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 last
                 push
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 sigh
                 from
                 the
                 bowels
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 flyes
                 away
                 vpon
                 its
                 wings
                 ,
                 vnto
                 the
                 fellowship
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 into
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 where
                 
                 its
                 holy
                 thoughtes
                 had
                 now
                 along
                 tyme
                 established
                 their
                 dwelling
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 dwelling
                 !
                 O
                 happy
                 death
                 ,
                 which
                 conducts
                 vs
                 thither
                 !
                 O
                 welcome
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 delicious
                 ,
                 the
                 moment
                 which
                 affoards
                 the
                 Eternity
                 thereof
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Picture
                 of
                 the
                 Life
                 and
                 Death
                 of
                 a
                 sinfull
                 Soule
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XX.
                 
              
               
                 OF
                 all
                 the
                 miserable
                 conditions
                 ,
                 wherto
                 a
                 man
                 may
                 be
                 reduced
                 ,
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 lyuing
                 in
                 Mortall
                 Sin
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 most
                 vnhappy
                 and
                 vnfortunate
                 .
                 The
                 Slaues
                 in
                 the
                 Galleyes
                 are
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 happy
                 ,
                 then
                 such
                 a
                 one
                 .
                 For
                 their
                 bondage
                 is
                 limited
                 to
                 a
                 terme
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 sin
                 to
                 a
                 payne
                 of
                 an
                 eternall
                 seruitude
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 impossible
                 ,
                 a
                 guilty
                 man
                 should
                 liue
                 content
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 for
                 his
                 cryme
                 is
                 his
                 hangman
                 and
                 torture
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 be
                 present
                 at
                 bāquets
                 ,
                 the
                 remembrance
                 of
                 his
                 offences
                 is
                 mingling
                 of
                 some
                 aloes
                 in
                 his
                 delicious
                 meates
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 quench
                 his
                 thirst
                 with
                 the
                 sweetest
                 nectar
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 the
                 same
                 very
                 
                 thought
                 wil
                 be
                 distilling
                 a
                 droppe
                 of
                 gaule
                 into
                 his
                 Cuppe
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 walk
                 into
                 some
                 goodly
                 garden
                 ,
                 the
                 imaginatiō
                 of
                 his
                 faults
                 being
                 alwayes
                 present
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 feele
                 the
                 Thornes
                 of
                 the
                 Roses
                 he
                 admires
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 go
                 a
                 hunting
                 ,
                 the
                 Torturer
                 of
                 his
                 guilty
                 conscience
                 runs
                 after
                 him
                 .
                 Let
                 him
                 goe
                 where
                 he
                 wil
                 through
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 his
                 cryme
                 is
                 his
                 shadow
                 ,
                 which
                 followes
                 him
                 throughout
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 he
                 doth
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 euer
                 ready
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 what
                 shal
                 become
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 &
                 what
                 fortune
                 soeuer
                 he
                 possesseth
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 neuer
                 great
                 inough
                 to
                 put
                 his
                 spirit
                 in
                 repose
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 least
                 accident
                 that
                 happens
                 to
                 him
                 brings
                 him
                 to
                 Deathes
                 doore
                 ,
                 because
                 that
                 finding
                 himself
                 to
                 be
                 guilty
                 ,
                 he
                 lyues
                 alwais
                 on
                 the
                 poynt
                 of
                 paying
                 for
                 his
                 cryme
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 rayne
                 ,
                 he
                 imagins
                 straight
                 the
                 Heauens
                 are
                 prepared
                 to
                 powre
                 a
                 new
                 deluge
                 vpon
                 him
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 punish
                 him
                 with
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 thunder
                 ,
                 he
                 perswades
                 himself
                 presently
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 lightening
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 ayme
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 light
                 on
                 his
                 guilty
                 head
                 .
                 If
                 the
                 weather
                 be
                 fayre
                 ,
                 he
                 sees
                 a
                 sommer
                 without
                 ,
                 &
                 a
                 winter
                 within
                 ;
                 for
                 his
                 brutish
                 passions
                 produce
                 a
                 continual
                 tempest
                 in
                 his
                 soule
                 .
                 If
                 fortune
                 present
                 him
                 with
                 Scepters
                 ,
                 he
                 regards
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 one
                 apprehending
                 thē
                 shortly
                 to
                 be
                 taken
                 away
                 from
                 him
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 deserues
                 them
                 not
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 
                 he
                 wanders
                 in
                 vaine
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 all
                 vanityes
                 ,
                 and
                 returnes
                 to
                 himselfe
                 agayne
                 at
                 all
                 tymes
                 ,
                 to
                 confesse
                 of
                 force
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 is
                 the
                 most
                 wretched
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 most
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 be
                 taken
                 with
                 a
                 sicknes
                 ,
                 behold
                 him
                 on
                 the
                 racke
                 ;
                 there
                 are
                 not
                 Priests
                 inough
                 to
                 be
                 found
                 ,
                 nor
                 Religions
                 to
                 confesse
                 him
                 ,
                 &
                 yet
                 knowes
                 he
                 not
                 what
                 to
                 say
                 .
                 For
                 the
                 nūber
                 of
                 his
                 offences
                 ,
                 are
                 without
                 number
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 troubled
                 memory
                 ,
                 can
                 but
                 only
                 represēt
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 the
                 least
                 part
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 The
                 disease
                 seemes
                 to
                 presse
                 him
                 hard
                 in
                 the
                 meane
                 tyme
                 &
                 his
                 paynes
                 do
                 put
                 him
                 anew
                 on
                 the
                 racke
                 .
                 Of
                 all
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 represented
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 likes
                 him
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Phisitian
                 doth
                 ;
                 but
                 he
                 is
                 now
                 in
                 the
                 point
                 to
                 try
                 his
                 last
                 remedy
                 ,
                 after
                 he
                 hath
                 turned
                 ouer
                 all
                 his
                 old
                 Bookes
                 .
                 The
                 Doctours
                 are
                 assembled
                 togeather
                 about
                 his
                 bed
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 is
                 only
                 to
                 bid
                 him
                 Adieu
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 language
                 which
                 he
                 vnderstands
                 not
                 .
                 Behold
                 all
                 the
                 comfort
                 they
                 giue
                 him
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Phisitians
                 so
                 assembled
                 about
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 set
                 by
                 his
                 bed
                 in
                 chayres
                 of
                 Grauity
                 ,
                 one
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 they
                 were
                 the
                 Princes
                 of
                 the
                 Senate
                 ,
                 that
                 come
                 to
                 pronounce
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 Death
                 vpon
                 this
                 guilty
                 wretch
                 .
                 He
                 hearkens
                 attentiuely
                 to
                 them
                 ,
                 without
                 hearing
                 them
                 .
                 For
                 
                 the
                 feare
                 he
                 hath
                 of
                 vnderstanding
                 all
                 which
                 they
                 say
                 ,
                 makes
                 him
                 euen
                 deafe
                 to
                 the
                 halfe
                 .
                 The
                 Syncopes
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 Hangmen
                 ,
                 which
                 present
                 themselues
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 execute
                 this
                 cruell
                 sentence
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 Then
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 his
                 curing
                 ,
                 begins
                 to
                 leaue
                 him
                 .
                 Behold
                 him
                 yet
                 once
                 againe
                 in
                 the
                 strongest
                 pangs
                 of
                 his
                 agony
                 .
                 He
                 would
                 confesse
                 the
                 euil
                 he
                 hath
                 done
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 endures
                 doth
                 hinder
                 him
                 from
                 it
                 .
                 He
                 would
                 recount
                 the
                 history
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 dolours
                 of
                 his
                 present
                 Death
                 ,
                 will
                 not
                 permit
                 him
                 to
                 do
                 it
                 .
                 His
                 hart
                 through
                 its
                 vehement
                 sighes
                 ,
                 his
                 eyes
                 through
                 their
                 forced
                 teares
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Soule
                 by
                 its
                 necessary
                 sighes
                 ,
                 do
                 pray
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
                 ech
                 one
                 in
                 its
                 fashion
                 ,
                 to
                 disclose
                 their
                 crymes
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 same
                 cannot
                 speake
                 ,
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 punishmēts
                 makes
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 dumbe
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 ,
                 his
                 spirit
                 in
                 the
                 disorder
                 wherein
                 it
                 finds
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 can
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 thoughts
                 then
                 those
                 of
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 for
                 eternally
                 abandoning
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 loues
                 so
                 deerly
                 .
                 He
                 knowes
                 not
                 how
                 to
                 expresse
                 a
                 last
                 farewell
                 to
                 his
                 pleasures
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 represents
                 it selfe
                 to
                 his
                 eyes
                 are
                 so
                 many
                 obiects
                 ,
                 that
                 renew
                 his
                 payne
                 .
                 If
                 he
                 take
                 heed
                 vnto
                 the
                 beames
                 of
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 with
                 peere
                 into
                 his
                 chamber
                 window
                 for
                 to
                 take
                 their
                 leaue
                 of
                 his
                 eyes
                 ;
                 he
                 remembers
                 immediately
                 all
                 
                 the
                 pleasures
                 he
                 hath
                 taken
                 through
                 help
                 of
                 their
                 fayre
                 light
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 thousand
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 places
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 hath
                 beene
                 a
                 witnes
                 of
                 those
                 errors
                 of
                 his
                 .
                 If
                 the
                 weather
                 be
                 foule
                 he
                 thinkes
                 vpon
                 that
                 tyme
                 ,
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 ill
                 spent
                 ,
                 imagining
                 withall
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Heauens
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 compassion
                 of
                 his
                 disasters
                 ,
                 do
                 euen
                 weepe
                 before
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 bewayle
                 the
                 losse
                 they
                 endure
                 of
                 his
                 Soule
                 .
                 It
                 seemes
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 sound
                 of
                 the
                 bells
                 doth
                 call
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 tombe
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Trumpets
                 vnto
                 iudgement
                 .
                 He
                 sees
                 nothing
                 about
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 astonishes
                 him
                 not
                 .
                 He
                 heares
                 nothing
                 that
                 affrights
                 him
                 not
                 .
                 He
                 feeles
                 nothing
                 but
                 his
                 miseryes
                 :
                 his
                 tōgue
                 is
                 all
                 of
                 gaule
                 ,
                 &
                 wheresoeuer
                 he
                 layes
                 his
                 hand
                 vpon
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 he
                 touches
                 but
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 his
                 corruption
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 his
                 spirit
                 seeme
                 to
                 returne
                 to
                 him
                 againe
                 ,
                 by
                 intermission
                 of
                 the
                 traunce
                 wherein
                 he
                 is
                 ,
                 he
                 quite
                 forgets
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 good
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 ill
                 he
                 hath
                 committed
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 dispose
                 his
                 soule
                 to
                 any
                 repentāce
                 .
                 The
                 sight
                 of
                 his
                 friends
                 importunes
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 children
                 afflicts
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 his
                 wyfe
                 serues
                 him
                 as
                 a
                 new
                 addition
                 to
                 his
                 sorrow
                 .
                 They
                 behold
                 him
                 not
                 but
                 weeping
                 ,
                 &
                 he
                 is
                 neuer
                 strooken
                 with
                 other
                 noyse
                 ,
                 then
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 cryes
                 and
                 
                 plaints
                 of
                 his
                 domestickes
                 .
                 The
                 Phisitian
                 goes
                 his
                 wayes
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 chamber
                 ,
                 to
                 giue
                 place
                 to
                 the
                 Cōfessour
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 one
                 knowing
                 not
                 how
                 to
                 cure
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 hath
                 difficulty
                 to
                 heale
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 the
                 despayre
                 wherein
                 he
                 is
                 entangled
                 .
                 Iudge
                 now
                 to
                 what
                 estate
                 must
                 he
                 needs
                 be
                 brought
                 .
                 His
                 speach
                 ;
                 that
                 fayles
                 him
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 .
                 His
                 sight
                 is
                 dimme
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 iudgement
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 other
                 senses
                 receyue
                 the
                 first
                 assaults
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 They
                 present
                 him
                 with
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 vayne
                 ,
                 for
                 if
                 his
                 thoughtes
                 be
                 free
                 ,
                 he
                 thinkes
                 but
                 of
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 beares
                 of
                 force
                 .
                 They
                 may
                 cry
                 lōg
                 inough
                 to
                 him
                 to
                 recommend
                 himselfe
                 vnto
                 God
                 ,
                 the
                 deafnes
                 he
                 hath
                 had
                 before
                 to
                 his
                 holy
                 inspirations
                 doth
                 astonish
                 him
                 now
                 also
                 at
                 this
                 houre
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 many
                 deaths
                 endures
                 he
                 ,
                 before
                 his
                 death
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 dolorous
                 sighs
                 casts
                 he
                 forth
                 into
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 before
                 the
                 breathing
                 his
                 last
                 ?
                 All
                 the
                 punishments
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 cannot
                 equall
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 endures
                 .
                 For
                 passing
                 out
                 of
                 one
                 litle
                 Hel
                 of
                 paines
                 ,
                 he
                 enters
                 into
                 a
                 new
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 not
                 haue
                 end
                 but
                 with
                 eternity
                 ?
                 What
                 good
                 then
                 would
                 he
                 not
                 willingly
                 haue
                 wrought
                 ?
                 But
                 his
                 wishes
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 new
                 subiects
                 of
                 griefe
                 in
                 this
                 impotency
                 ,
                 whence
                 he
                 is
                 neuer
                 to
                 
                 see
                 himselfe
                 deliuered
                 .
                 Into
                 what
                 amazement
                 is
                 he
                 brought
                 ?
                 The
                 Sunne
                 denyes
                 him
                 its
                 light
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 behold
                 his
                 misfortunes
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 onely
                 by
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 the
                 mortuary
                 Torches
                 ,
                 which
                 giue
                 him
                 light
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 conduct
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 tombe
                 .
                 O
                 how
                 the
                 Houre
                 of
                 these
                 last
                 extreames
                 ,
                 drawes
                 forth
                 in
                 length
                 !
                 Ech
                 moment
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 snatches
                 out
                 the
                 hart
                 from
                 his
                 bosome
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 without
                 putting
                 him
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 On
                 which
                 side
                 soeuer
                 he
                 turnes
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 both
                 horrour
                 and
                 despaire
                 beset
                 him
                 round
                 .
                 He
                 caryes
                 Death
                 in
                 his
                 soule
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 is
                 to
                 incurre
                 ;
                 Death
                 on
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 now
                 endures
                 ;
                 Death
                 in
                 his
                 senses
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 dye
                 by
                 little
                 ,
                 and
                 little
                 :
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 all
                 his
                 life
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 liuing
                 Death
                 ,
                 that
                 consumes
                 him
                 slowly
                 to
                 reduce
                 him
                 into
                 ashes
                 .
              
               
                 Being
                 now
                 brought
                 to
                 these
                 streights
                 ,
                 the
                 wicked
                 spirits
                 imploy
                 the
                 last
                 endeauors
                 of
                 their
                 power
                 for
                 to
                 carry
                 away
                 the
                 victory
                 ,
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 conflicts
                 had
                 .
                 What
                 meanes
                 of
                 resistance
                 where
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 pulse
                 ,
                 no
                 motiō
                 no
                 voyce
                 ,
                 no
                 tongue
                 ?
                 His
                 spirit
                 is
                 now
                 in
                 extremes
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 and
                 his
                 hart
                 being
                 hardened
                 ,
                 is
                 now
                 ready
                 to
                 send
                 forth
                 its
                 last
                 sigh
                 in
                 its
                 insensibility
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 dyed
                 in
                 dying
                 .
                 His
                 eyes
                 are
                 now
                 no
                 more
                 eyes
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 see
                 no
                 more
                 .
                 His
                 eares
                 may
                 no
                 more
                 be
                 called
                 so
                 
                 for
                 they
                 heare
                 not
                 awhit
                 ;
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 other
                 senses
                 ,
                 as
                 parts
                 ,
                 precede
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 their
                 whole
                 .
                 The
                 Soule
                 only
                 resists
                 the
                 cruell
                 assaults
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 in
                 beholding
                 its
                 enemyes
                 in
                 continuall
                 expectation
                 of
                 their
                 prey
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 hower
                 presseth
                 ,
                 it
                 must
                 surrender
                 .
                 O
                 cruel
                 necessity
                 !
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 finish
                 this
                 bloudy
                 Tragedy
                 ,
                 the
                 Deuils
                 carry
                 it
                 away
                 to
                 Hell
                 ,
                 for
                 recompence
                 of
                 the
                 seruices
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 had
                 yealded
                 to
                 them
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 lamentable
                 end
                 of
                 synfull
                 Soule
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 liue
                 not
                 but
                 throgh
                 the
                 life
                 of
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 behold
                 the
                 fearefull
                 Death
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 life
                 termines
                 .
                 And
                 since
                 the
                 heauens
                 ,
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 the
                 elemēts
                 &
                 whatsoeuer
                 els
                 in
                 nature
                 moues
                 &
                 changes
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 do
                 you
                 thinke
                 to
                 find
                 any
                 constancy
                 ,
                 and
                 stability
                 in
                 your
                 delights
                 ?
                 Know
                 you
                 not
                 ,
                 that
                 with
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 action
                 wherewith
                 you
                 runne
                 along
                 ,
                 withall
                 your
                 contentments
                 ,
                 you
                 run
                 vnto
                 your
                 Death
                 ?
                 and
                 that
                 during
                 the
                 tyme
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 that
                 Tyme
                 affoards
                 them
                 vnto
                 you
                 ,
                 he
                 takes
                 euen
                 them
                 away
                 from
                 you
                 ?
                 We
                 loose
                 euery
                 houre
                 what
                 we
                 possesse
                 ,
                 what
                 care
                 soeuer
                 we
                 take
                 in
                 conseruing
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 My
                 Ladyes
                 ,
                 Keep
                 well
                 your
                 gallāt
                 beauties
                 from
                 the
                 burning
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 .
                 If
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 be
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 marre
                 them
                 ,
                 yet
                 that
                 of
                 
                 Age
                 and
                 Tyme
                 doth
                 ruine
                 them
                 ;
                 notwithstanding
                 all
                 the
                 industry
                 of
                 Vanity
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 to
                 employ
                 about
                 them
                 .
                 Put
                 your
                 fayre
                 Bodyes
                 into
                 the
                 racke
                 of
                 another
                 body
                 of
                 iron
                 ,
                 to
                 conserue
                 the
                 proportion
                 therof
                 ;
                 yet
                 tyme
                 but
                 derides
                 your
                 inuentions
                 .
                 For
                 it
                 assayles
                 you
                 within
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 defend
                 your selues
                 but
                 without
                 only
                 .
                 You
                 haue
                 dared
                 the
                 Heauens
                 inough
                 ,
                 with
                 an
                 arrogant
                 eye
                 ;
                 you
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 stooping
                 with
                 the
                 head
                 now
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 looke
                 on
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 whence
                 you
                 are
                 formed
                 .
                 You
                 must
                 needs
                 bow
                 the
                 necke
                 to
                 the
                 yoke
                 of
                 your
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 and
                 resume
                 agayne
                 the
                 first
                 forme
                 of
                 your
                 corruption
                 .
                 In
                 going
                 to
                 dauncing
                 ,
                 to
                 feasts
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 walke
                 abroad
                 ,
                 you
                 go
                 to
                 Death
                 .
                 In
                 vayne
                 do
                 you
                 command
                 your
                 Coachman
                 then
                 to
                 cary
                 you
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 place
                 ,
                 since
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 haue
                 said
                 ,
                 conducts
                 him
                 also
                 that
                 caryes
                 you
                 thither
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 on
                 which
                 side
                 soeuer
                 ,
                 you
                 turne
                 your selues
                 ,
                 you
                 approach
                 vnto
                 the
                 tombe
                 .
              
               
                 After
                 you
                 haue
                 tasted
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 what
                 shal
                 be
                 left
                 you
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 griefe
                 of
                 the
                 offences
                 in
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 the
                 sad
                 remembrance
                 of
                 their
                 priuation
                 in
                 the
                 memory
                 ,
                 &
                 this
                 sadnes
                 in
                 the
                 hart
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 made
                 it
                 to
                 sigh
                 so
                 after
                 your
                 ruine
                 ?
                 I
                 doubt
                 very
                 much
                 ,
                 least
                 death
                 do
                 astonish
                 you
                 ;
                 but
                 if
                 you
                 neuer
                 do
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 it
                 will
                 astonish
                 you
                 
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 worse
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 shall
                 see
                 it
                 indeed
                 .
                 If
                 to
                 liue
                 and
                 dy
                 ,
                 be
                 but
                 one
                 and
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 thing
                 ,
                 make
                 the
                 Thought
                 of
                 death
                 ▪
                 while
                 you
                 liue
                 ,
                 so
                 familiar
                 to
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 of
                 any
                 other
                 thing
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 neuer
                 do
                 other
                 thing
                 but
                 dy
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 to
                 feare
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 neuer
                 to
                 thinke
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 do
                 make
                 its
                 visage
                 the
                 lesse
                 hideous
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 counsayle
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 banish
                 this
                 Thought
                 out
                 of
                 your
                 spirit
                 ,
                 but
                 so
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 be
                 in
                 good
                 estate
                 .
                 But
                 on
                 the
                 contrary
                 ,
                 the
                 forgetfulnes
                 you
                 haue
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 makes
                 it
                 so
                 dreadfull
                 vnto
                 you
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 least
                 remembrance
                 therof
                 that
                 comes
                 into
                 your
                 mynd
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 seeme
                 almost
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 danger
                 of
                 dying
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 only
                 feare
                 of
                 dying
                 .
                 I
                 cannot
                 abide
                 the
                 weaknes
                 of
                 those
                 spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 apprehend
                 an
                 euill
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 cānot
                 auoyd
                 ;
                 whereas
                 the
                 euill
                 of
                 the
                 feare
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 ,
                 is
                 often
                 tymes
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 bitter
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 which
                 they
                 feare
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 only
                 meane
                 to
                 be
                 cured
                 of
                 this
                 feare
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 liue
                 alwayes
                 in
                 that
                 of
                 God.
                 For
                 the
                 strōgest
                 apprehension
                 of
                 Death
                 proceeds
                 from
                 the
                 great
                 number
                 of
                 the
                 Offences
                 ,
                 which
                 one
                 hath
                 committed
                 in
                 his
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 good
                 man
                 feares
                 rather
                 to
                 liue
                 too
                 long
                 then
                 to
                 dy
                 too
                 soone
                 ,
                 because
                 he
                 hopes
                 for
                 the
                 recompence
                 of
                 his
                 trauayles
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 course
                 ;
                 whiles
                 the
                 wicked
                 can
                 attend
                 
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 chastizement
                 of
                 his
                 sins
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 for
                 to
                 banish
                 this
                 feare
                 from
                 our
                 soule
                 ,
                 we
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 haue
                 banished
                 the
                 offences
                 thence
                 .
                 The
                 innocēt
                 hath
                 no
                 feare
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 iudgement
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 &
                 this
                 feare
                 is
                 inseparable
                 frō
                 his
                 loue
                 ;
                 he
                 feares
                 him
                 not
                 but
                 through
                 loue
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 this
                 very
                 feare
                 produceth
                 contētment
                 ,
                 and
                 banisheth
                 sadnes
                 in
                 the
                 meane
                 tyme.
                 I
                 leaue
                 you
                 this
                 truth
                 to
                 meditate
                 vpon
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 life
                 of
                 Roses
                 brings
                 forth
                 a
                 death
                 of
                 Thornes
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 say
                 now
                 for
                 Conclusion
                 of
                 this
                 worke
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 one
                 will
                 auoyd
                 this
                 manner
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 he
                 must
                 alwayes
                 be
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 sweet
                 ,
                 then
                 these
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 nothing
                 more
                 welcome
                 thē
                 this
                 remembrance
                 .
                 Without
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 pleasure
                 in
                 life
                 :
                 without
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 comfort
                 in
                 anoyes
                 :
                 without
                 the
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 remedy
                 for
                 our
                 euils
                 .
                 In
                 fyne
                 ,
                 to
                 finish
                 all
                 ,
                 he
                 who
                 is
                 alwayes
                 thinking
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 doth
                 thinke
                 continually
                 of
                 the
                 meanes
                 of
                 attaining
                 eternal
                 life
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 thoghtes
                 !
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 haue
                 my
                 spirit
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 capable
                 of
                 a
                 thought
                 ,
                 but
                 onely
                 to
                 thinke
                 euery
                 moment
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 good
                 ,
                 the
                 onely
                 contentment
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 only
                 Repose
                 of
                 lyfe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 goodly
                 Consideration
                 ,
                 and
                 very
                 important
                 both
                 for
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 death
                 .
                 CHAP.
                 XXI
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 SHOVLD
                 thinke
                 there
                 were
                 no
                 greater
                 pleasures
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 contemne
                 thē
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 ;
                 since
                 in
                 effect
                 ,
                 the
                 best
                 spirits
                 do
                 neuer
                 find
                 repose
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 contempt
                 thereof
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 certayne
                 chast
                 Pleasures
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 cannot
                 misse
                 ;
                 but
                 as
                 the
                 soule
                 hath
                 its
                 senses
                 affected
                 lyke
                 vnto
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 hinder
                 our
                 spirit
                 ,
                 from
                 mixing
                 its
                 feelings
                 ,
                 with
                 those
                 of
                 Nature
                 ,
                 euer
                 feeble
                 and
                 frayle
                 ,
                 therby
                 not
                 to
                 tast
                 its
                 delights
                 too
                 deliciously
                 .
                 Our
                 iudgement
                 hath
                 beene
                 giuen
                 vs
                 as
                 a
                 Torch
                 ,
                 to
                 guide
                 our
                 steps
                 by
                 our
                 actions
                 ,
                 and
                 our
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 wherein
                 we
                 are
                 as
                 Slaues
                 in
                 the
                 Galley
                 of
                 our
                 bodyes
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 pleasures
                 we
                 seeke
                 therein
                 are
                 the
                 rockes
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 find
                 our
                 shipwracke
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 also
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 be
                 strongly
                 armed
                 for
                 to
                 defend
                 our selues
                 ,
                 while
                 our
                 proper
                 senses
                 do
                 so
                 warre
                 vpon
                 vs.
                 But
                 in
                 this
                 manner
                 of
                 combat
                 ,
                 the
                 excesse
                 of
                 payne
                 ,
                 produceth
                 the
                 
                 excesse
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 breake
                 the
                 crust
                 to
                 see
                 this
                 verity
                 discouered
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 greatest
                 Saynts
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 wisest
                 men
                 haue
                 beene
                 forced
                 to
                 confesse
                 ,
                 after
                 a
                 thousand
                 proofes
                 of
                 experience
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 can
                 not
                 tast
                 any
                 manner
                 of
                 contentment
                 ,
                 without
                 the
                 grace
                 of
                 God.
                 Thou
                 Couetous
                 man
                 ,
                 in
                 vayne
                 thou
                 rests
                 thy
                 vn-rests
                 on
                 the
                 coffers
                 of
                 thy
                 treasures
                 .
                 I
                 deny
                 thee
                 to
                 be
                 held
                 content
                 ,
                 for
                 if
                 thou
                 reasonest
                 ,
                 euen
                 reason
                 condemnes
                 thee
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 seruest
                 thy selfe
                 of
                 thy
                 iudgement
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 do
                 it
                 ;
                 what
                 argument
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 makest
                 ,
                 it
                 but
                 fully
                 concludes
                 agaynst
                 thy
                 opinions
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 thou
                 cāst
                 neuer
                 enter
                 into
                 the
                 knowledg
                 of
                 thy
                 vayne
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 without
                 departing
                 from
                 that
                 of
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 In
                 a
                 word
                 ,
                 thou
                 canst
                 not
                 be
                 a
                 man
                 and
                 be
                 content
                 togeather
                 ,
                 in
                 thy
                 miserable
                 condition
                 ;
                 since
                 reason
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 contentmēt
                 can
                 neuer
                 subsist
                 in
                 one
                 subiect
                 .
                 Thou
                 Ambitious
                 man
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 lend
                 thee
                 wings
                 for
                 to
                 fly
                 to
                 the
                 heauens
                 of
                 fortune
                 ;
                 &
                 it
                 seemes
                 to
                 me
                 already
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 see
                 thee
                 seated
                 in
                 her
                 throne
                 ;
                 but
                 looke
                 what
                 greatnes
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 possessest
                 ,
                 thou
                 dar'st
                 not
                 say
                 for
                 al
                 that
                 ,
                 thou
                 wert
                 well
                 content
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 the
                 truth
                 should
                 happē
                 to
                 bely
                 thee
                 .
                 And
                 knowest
                 thou
                 not
                 ,
                 how
                 Ambition
                 ,
                 and
                 Repose
                 do
                 alwayes
                 breake
                 fellowship
                 ,
                 the
                 one
                 with
                 the
                 other
                 ?
                 
                 That
                 Pleasure
                 and
                 Feare
                 cannot
                 couple
                 together
                 ?
                 and
                 that
                 desires
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 hopes
                 do
                 make
                 the
                 soule
                 to
                 be
                 thirsty
                 ?
                 Represent
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 then
                 ,
                 the
                 disquietnes
                 which
                 thou
                 findst
                 in
                 thy
                 greatnesses
                 ,
                 since
                 thy
                 Ambition
                 cannot
                 limit
                 its
                 ayme
                 within
                 their
                 fruition
                 .
                 How
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 thy
                 possessiōs
                 are
                 mixt
                 with
                 the
                 feare
                 of
                 their
                 short
                 durance
                 ;
                 &
                 that
                 by
                 vehemently
                 wishing
                 more
                 &
                 more
                 ,
                 thou
                 makst
                 thy selfe
                 vnhappy
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 as
                 thou
                 maiest
                 not
                 dare
                 ,
                 to
                 cal
                 thy selfe
                 happy
                 ,
                 without
                 flattering
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 without
                 blushing
                 for
                 shame
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 see
                 the
                 pictures
                 of
                 your
                 felicities
                 ,
                 &
                 bring
                 to
                 light
                 what
                 seemes
                 most
                 to
                 afford
                 it
                 the
                 lustre
                 and
                 splendour
                 it
                 hath
                 .
                 I
                 graunt
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 spring
                 tyme
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 loue
                 and
                 fortune
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 prodigall
                 hand
                 ,
                 haue
                 bestowed
                 vpon
                 you
                 what
                 they
                 had
                 most
                 rare
                 ,
                 &
                 beautifull
                 with
                 them
                 ;
                 yet
                 would
                 you
                 dare
                 to
                 maynteyne
                 with
                 al
                 this
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 content
                 during
                 the
                 reigne
                 of
                 your
                 Empire
                 .
                 Whereas
                 if
                 any
                 one
                 haue
                 the
                 boldnes
                 to
                 perswade
                 weake
                 spirits
                 thereunto
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 truly
                 recount
                 vs
                 the
                 history
                 of
                 his
                 pleasures
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 that
                 he
                 will
                 streight
                 be
                 shewing
                 vs
                 some
                 Roses
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 know
                 withall
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 wil
                 be
                 hiding
                 the
                 Thornes
                 vnder
                 their
                 leaues
                 ,
                 as
                 frayle
                 as
                 his
                 
                 contentments
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 were
                 of
                 the
                 flowers
                 of
                 a
                 restles
                 remembrance
                 ,
                 gathered
                 in
                 the
                 sad
                 memory
                 of
                 things
                 past
                 ;
                 since
                 delights
                 are
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 nature
                 ,
                 alwayes
                 dying
                 ,
                 and
                 subiect
                 to
                 receiue
                 their
                 tombe
                 ,
                 frō
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 day
                 they
                 first
                 sprong
                 vp
                 .
                 As
                 for
                 the
                 presents
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 if
                 she
                 giue
                 them
                 with
                 one
                 hand
                 ,
                 she
                 takes
                 them
                 away
                 agayne
                 with
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 her
                 fauorites
                 are
                 ordinarily
                 the
                 most
                 vnhappy
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 because
                 that
                 in
                 snatching
                 away
                 the
                 goods
                 from
                 thē
                 agayne
                 which
                 she
                 hath
                 once
                 bestowed
                 vpon
                 them
                 ,
                 she
                 dragges
                 them
                 often
                 along
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 bury
                 thē
                 vnder
                 their
                 ruines
                 .
                 And
                 will
                 you
                 call
                 that
                 a
                 pleasure
                 ?
              
               
                 My
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 have
                 but
                 one
                 fayre
                 wedding
                 day
                 in
                 all
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 whose
                 feast
                 you
                 do
                 secretly
                 celebrate
                 in
                 your
                 impatiēt
                 desire
                 and
                 longing
                 hope
                 :
                 but
                 will
                 you
                 cōfesse
                 me
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 day
                 of
                 rayne
                 &
                 tempest
                 ?
                 For
                 you
                 cast
                 forth
                 a
                 thousand
                 sighes
                 to
                 the
                 winds
                 ,
                 and
                 powre
                 out
                 as
                 many
                 teares
                 ,
                 being
                 so
                 moued
                 through
                 the
                 farewell
                 you
                 giue
                 to
                 your selues
                 ,
                 whiles
                 you
                 giue
                 your selues
                 to
                 another
                 ,
                 without
                 knowing
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 most
                 part
                 ,
                 your
                 owner
                 :
                 which
                 yet
                 were
                 nothing
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 clauses
                 of
                 your
                 contract
                 did
                 not
                 signe
                 you
                 out
                 ,
                 the
                 death
                 both
                 of
                 the
                 one
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 incertainty
                 also
                 ,
                 who
                 
                 shal
                 be
                 the
                 first
                 .
                 For
                 you
                 must
                 confesse
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 you
                 loue
                 your selues
                 perfectly
                 indeed
                 ,
                 you
                 dye
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 apprehension
                 you
                 haue
                 of
                 an
                 euill
                 ,
                 which
                 neyther
                 the
                 one
                 nor
                 the
                 other
                 can
                 tell
                 which
                 way
                 to
                 auoyd
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 speake
                 a
                 whit
                 of
                 the
                 accidents
                 and
                 miseryes
                 without
                 number
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 inseparable
                 to
                 this
                 cōdition
                 ;
                 I
                 leaue
                 the
                 knowledge
                 therof
                 to
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 had
                 the
                 experience
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 pray
                 you
                 to
                 confesse
                 freely
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 be
                 content
                 with
                 the
                 felicities
                 that
                 remayne
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 or
                 no
                 ?
              
               
                 Thou
                 Couetous
                 man
                 ,
                 returne
                 then
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 after
                 thou
                 hast
                 pulled
                 off
                 the
                 hood
                 of
                 thy
                 blindnes
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 publish
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 sole
                 treasure
                 of
                 Grace
                 can
                 enrich
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 contentments
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 with
                 out
                 this
                 good
                 ,
                 are
                 all
                 goods
                 false
                 .
                 Thou
                 Ambitious
                 man
                 ,
                 the
                 deuine
                 Iustice
                 now
                 puts
                 thee
                 on
                 the
                 racke
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 thee
                 cōfesse
                 this
                 truth
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 onely
                 possession
                 of
                 Grace
                 ,
                 are
                 comprehended
                 all
                 the
                 desirable
                 greatnesses
                 that
                 are
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 that
                 possesseth
                 it
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 greatnest
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 You
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Fauours
                 which
                 you
                 seeke
                 for
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 wind
                 and
                 smoke
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 tyme
                 now
                 to
                 acknowledge
                 your
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 bid
                 a
                 last
                 adieu
                 vnto
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 The
                 Kings
                 &
                 Princes
                 ,
                 whome
                 you
                 court
                 so
                 ,
                 are
                 euen
                 as
                 miserable
                 
                 as
                 your selues
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 can
                 afford
                 you
                 but
                 transitory
                 goods
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 for
                 a
                 handful
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 will
                 you
                 relinquish
                 the
                 pretensions
                 you
                 haue
                 to
                 heauen
                 ?
                 If
                 you
                 will
                 bestow
                 your
                 tyme
                 well
                 ,
                 then
                 court
                 you
                 an
                 omnipotent
                 King
                 ,
                 as
                 our
                 God
                 is
                 ,
                 whose
                 Fauours
                 haue
                 no
                 price
                 ,
                 whose
                 Graces
                 are
                 infinite
                 ,
                 &
                 whose
                 Goods
                 are
                 eternall
                 ,
                 as
                 his
                 Glory
                 is
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 he
                 crownes
                 our
                 labours
                 .
              
               
                 Know
                 you
                 not
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 Almighty
                 hand
                 stayes
                 ,
                 and
                 mooues
                 agayne
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 pleaseth
                 the
                 wheele
                 of
                 fortune
                 ?
                 How
                 this
                 blind
                 Goddesse
                 receiues
                 frō
                 his
                 prouidence
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 she
                 giues
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 she
                 so
                 serues
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 a
                 channell
                 to
                 conuay
                 both
                 disasters
                 &
                 prosperities
                 into
                 the
                 Earth
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 your
                 hart
                 do
                 sometymes
                 fetch
                 sighes
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 after
                 those
                 obiects
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
                 do
                 you
                 then
                 command
                 your
                 spirits
                 not
                 to
                 stand
                 so
                 gazing
                 on
                 the
                 beauty
                 of
                 a
                 riuer
                 ,
                 that
                 glides
                 away
                 incessantly
                 like
                 its
                 waues
                 .
                 For
                 whatsoeuer
                 may
                 be
                 seene
                 faire
                 in
                 Nature
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 feeble
                 ray
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 first
                 Idea
                 of
                 the
                 purest
                 of
                 this
                 soueraigne
                 and
                 adorable
                 Essence
                 ,
                 wherein
                 consists
                 the
                 accomplishmēt
                 of
                 al
                 perfection
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 inexstaustible
                 spring
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 they
                 issue
                 ,
                 without
                 spring
                 or
                 begining
                 .
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 your selues
                 ,
                 that
                 whatsoeuer
                 seemes
                 so
                 fayre
                 to
                 day
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 changing
                 the
                 countenance
                 to
                 
                 morrow
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 for
                 to
                 find
                 a
                 permament
                 beauty
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 louely
                 qualityes
                 indeed
                 that
                 might
                 alwayes
                 abide
                 in
                 its
                 purity
                 ,
                 we
                 had
                 need
                 to
                 acquit
                 our selues
                 of
                 the
                 worlds
                 circuit
                 or
                 bounds
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 carry
                 our
                 thoughtes
                 into
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 an
                 only
                 mansion
                 where
                 all
                 things
                 are
                 eternall
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 lesson
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 Prophet
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 cryed
                 ,
                 
                   Lord
                   ,
                   when
                   shall
                   I
                   be
                   able
                   to
                   quench
                   my
                   thirst
                   in
                   the
                   spring
                   of
                   thy
                   eternall
                   pleasures
                
                 ?
                 In
                 vaine
                 do
                 you
                 seeke
                 for
                 a
                 foūtaine
                 of
                 delights
                 ,
                 to
                 quench
                 the
                 thirst
                 of
                 your
                 hart
                 withal
                 ;
                 for
                 what
                 greedines
                 soeuer
                 you
                 haue
                 to
                 drinke
                 ,
                 after
                 you
                 haue
                 drunke
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 find
                 your selues
                 more
                 a
                 thirst
                 then
                 euer
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 reason
                 is
                 good
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 water
                 of
                 this
                 fountaine
                 ,
                 retaynes
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 the
                 soyle
                 that
                 produceth
                 the
                 same
                 ;
                 whence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 goods
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 are
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 satiate
                 the
                 Ambition
                 of
                 one
                 holy
                 Soule
                 ,
                 as
                 being
                 created
                 to
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 infinite
                 goods
                 .
                 After
                 one
                 cōtentment
                 had
                 ,
                 they
                 sigh
                 anone
                 after
                 another
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 after
                 another
                 and
                 another
                 ,
                 without
                 cease
                 .
                 Our
                 spirit
                 being
                 quickened
                 with
                 a
                 deuine
                 obiect
                 ,
                 points
                 alwaies
                 its
                 lookes
                 ,
                 beyond
                 what
                 it
                 possesseth
                 ,
                 it
                 permits
                 it self
                 sweetly
                 to
                 be
                 drawn
                 like
                 the
                 iron
                 ,
                 by
                 its
                 deuine
                 Adamant
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 vnite
                 it selfe
                 vnto
                 it
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 its
                 end
                 ,
                 whither
                 it
                 tends
                 
                 without
                 cease
                 or
                 intermission
                 .
                 In
                 effect
                 what
                 would
                 become
                 of
                 vs
                 ,
                 if
                 our
                 desires
                 &
                 hopes
                 were
                 buryed
                 in
                 the
                 tombe
                 ?
                 Such
                 as
                 know
                 what
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 liue
                 ,
                 liue
                 not
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 a
                 sweeter
                 life
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 this
                 sweet
                 hope
                 do
                 find
                 nothing
                 that
                 is
                 worthy
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 contempt
                 they
                 make
                 of
                 all
                 things
                 .
                 O
                 generous
                 contempt
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 wherein
                 consists
                 our
                 whole
                 glory
                 !
              
               
                 You
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 I
                 leaue
                 you
                 to
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 it
                 ,
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 you
                 be
                 disposed
                 to
                 put
                 it
                 in
                 practise
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 exercise
                 withall
                 your
                 more
                 hidden
                 and
                 secret
                 vertues
                 .
                 My
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 permit
                 me
                 to
                 tell
                 you
                 the
                 truth
                 .
                 The
                 fayrest
                 day
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 is
                 that
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 that
                 nuptiall
                 day
                 of
                 your
                 Soule
                 with
                 its
                 Creatour
                 ,
                 a
                 day
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 of
                 teares
                 ,
                 since
                 therein
                 do
                 you
                 bid
                 an
                 eternall
                 Adieu
                 vnto
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 all
                 its
                 myseries
                 .
                 A
                 day
                 of
                 gladnes
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 of
                 sighes
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 giue
                 your selues
                 through
                 loue
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 of
                 his
                 goodnes
                 hath
                 afforded
                 you
                 al
                 things
                 .
                 In
                 the
                 expectation
                 of
                 this
                 happy
                 day
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 fayrest
                 dayes
                 should
                 be
                 tedious
                 to
                 you
                 .
                 Neuer
                 cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 your
                 glasse
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 count
                 the
                 wrinckles
                 ,
                 which
                 age
                 makes
                 to
                 grow
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 on
                 your
                 brow
                 ,
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 presaging
                 markes
                 of
                 Death
                 approaching
                 .
              
               
               
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 your selues
                 sometimes
                 ,
                 how
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 had
                 are
                 passed
                 ,
                 that
                 those
                 you
                 now
                 enioy
                 do
                 passe
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 those
                 which
                 you
                 are
                 lyke
                 to
                 tast
                 ,
                 shall
                 also
                 passe
                 away
                 ;
                 &
                 then
                 imagine
                 with
                 your selues
                 in
                 what
                 lamentable
                 case
                 shall
                 you
                 find
                 your selues
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 Thornes
                 of
                 your
                 withered
                 Roses
                 ?
                 with
                 how
                 many
                 assaults
                 of
                 griefe
                 ,
                 shall
                 you
                 haue
                 your
                 hart
                 thē
                 battered
                 ?
                 With
                 how
                 many
                 alarmes
                 the
                 soule
                 affrighted
                 ?
                 and
                 with
                 how
                 many
                 tortures
                 shall
                 the
                 one
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 other
                 be
                 rackt
                 ?
                 Performe
                 betymes
                 what
                 good
                 soeuer
                 you
                 would
                 willingly
                 haue
                 had
                 done
                 at
                 this
                 last
                 houre
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 you
                 away
                 their
                 power
                 ,
                 and
                 liberty
                 from
                 vpbrading
                 you
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 euill
                 ,
                 whose
                 paines
                 you
                 shal
                 carry
                 in
                 that
                 last
                 day
                 .
                 It
                 seemes
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 lyued
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 repent
                 you
                 at
                 your
                 death
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 lyued
                 so
                 ill
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 slow
                 repentances
                 are
                 ordinarily
                 changed
                 into
                 despayre
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 bewayle
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 as
                 often
                 as
                 I
                 thinke
                 of
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 the
                 vanities
                 which
                 do
                 busy
                 your
                 spirit
                 .
                 How
                 much
                 time
                 you
                 bestow
                 euery
                 day
                 in
                 trimming
                 vp
                 that
                 dunghill
                 of
                 your
                 body
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 your
                 guilty
                 industry
                 ,
                 were
                 able
                 to
                 driue
                 away
                 the
                 miseryes
                 
                 from
                 thence
                 ?
                 You
                 do
                 all
                 what
                 you
                 can
                 to
                 make
                 your selfe
                 beloued
                 :
                 and
                 know
                 you
                 not
                 that
                 nothing
                 is
                 more
                 louely
                 then
                 Vertue
                 ?
                 Do
                 you
                 then
                 purchase
                 them
                 altogeather
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 make
                 you
                 beloued
                 of
                 al
                 the
                 world
                 and
                 not
                 onely
                 for
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 but
                 euen
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 The
                 beauty
                 wherof
                 you
                 make
                 such
                 accompt
                 is
                 a
                 fadyng
                 quality
                 that
                 subsists
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 its
                 continuall
                 change
                 ;
                 it
                 flyes
                 along
                 with
                 you
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 passeth
                 more
                 swiftly
                 then
                 you
                 ;
                 for
                 it
                 euen
                 gets
                 before
                 you
                 by
                 the
                 halfe
                 way
                 .
                 When
                 you
                 are
                 arriued
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 midday
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 is
                 it
                 come
                 to
                 its
                 full
                 West
                 .
                 When
                 you
                 enter
                 into
                 your
                 Autumne
                 ,
                 it
                 arriues
                 to
                 its
                 Winter
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 finds
                 its
                 ruine
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 that
                 for
                 a
                 small
                 number
                 of
                 daies
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 stād
                 so
                 much
                 to
                 please
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 displeasing
                 of
                 God
                 for
                 a
                 whole
                 Eternity
                 ?
                 O
                 dreadfull
                 Eternity
                 !
                 how
                 profound
                 are
                 thy
                 Abysses
                 !
              
               
                 My
                 Dames
                 ,
                 as
                 often
                 as
                 this
                 guilty
                 desire
                 shall
                 possesse
                 you
                 to
                 offend
                 God
                 ,
                 in
                 your
                 foolish
                 vanityes
                 ,
                 thinke
                 a
                 little
                 of
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 the
                 payne
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 to
                 attend
                 your
                 crymes
                 .
                 For
                 one
                 moment
                 of
                 false
                 ,
                 and
                 imaginary
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 you
                 put
                 your selues
                 in
                 daūger
                 of
                 suffering
                 eternally
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 true
                 euils
                 indeed
                 .
                 What
                 expect
                 you
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ?
                 It
                 aboūds
                 but
                 with
                 miseryes
                 .
                 What
                 
                 looke
                 you
                 for
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ▪
                 She
                 is
                 prodigall
                 ,
                 but
                 only
                 in
                 misfortunes
                 .
                 All
                 Riches
                 are
                 but
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 all
                 Greatnesses
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 Honours
                 of
                 wind
                 ,
                 &
                 as
                 for
                 the
                 louely
                 qualityes
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 affected
                 to
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 they
                 euen
                 dy
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 Vertue
                 only
                 ,
                 I
                 tell
                 you
                 agayne
                 ,
                 is
                 exempt
                 from
                 Death
                 .
                 You
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 but
                 of
                 taking
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 without
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 passing
                 away
                 the
                 tyme
                 so
                 ,
                 you
                 suffer
                 to
                 slide
                 away
                 in
                 hast
                 ,
                 the
                 small
                 remaynder
                 of
                 life
                 that
                 is
                 left
                 you
                 .
                 In
                 louing
                 life
                 as
                 you
                 do
                 ,
                 you
                 should
                 be
                 striuing
                 to
                 prolōg
                 your
                 dayes
                 and
                 on
                 the
                 contrary
                 you
                 seeke
                 digressions
                 to
                 passe
                 them
                 ouer
                 ,
                 without
                 taking
                 any
                 heed
                 therto
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 you
                 went
                 to
                 slowly
                 vnto
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 appeared
                 too
                 tardy
                 and
                 tedious
                 to
                 you
                 :
                 wherein
                 truly
                 you
                 take
                 pleasure
                 to
                 deceiue
                 your selues
                 .
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 so
                 flatter
                 your selues
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 must
                 needs
                 dy
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 in
                 you
                 that
                 dyes
                 not
                 euery
                 howre
                 .
                 Your
                 fayre
                 golden
                 hayre
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 dayly
                 so
                 put
                 vnto
                 the
                 torture
                 of
                 the
                 iron
                 ,
                 doth
                 euen
                 dy
                 by
                 little
                 &
                 little
                 with
                 you
                 .
                 For
                 in
                 changing
                 its
                 apparence
                 ,
                 it
                 becomes
                 of
                 the
                 colour
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 The
                 wrinckles
                 of
                 age
                 do
                 soyle
                 the
                 polished
                 glasse
                 of
                 your
                 brow
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 marre
                 its
                 beauty
                 and
                 grace
                 .
                 Your
                 fayre
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 will
                 
                 heere
                 terme
                 two
                 Sunnes
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 please
                 you
                 ,
                 do
                 run
                 like
                 to
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 without
                 cease
                 vnto
                 their
                 last
                 West
                 ,
                 whither
                 Death
                 conducts
                 thē
                 through
                 the
                 help
                 of
                 their
                 proper
                 light
                 .
                 The
                 Lyllies
                 of
                 your
                 Cheekes
                 ,
                 do
                 wither
                 euery
                 houre
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Gilliflowers
                 of
                 your
                 lips
                 do
                 fade
                 euery
                 moment
                 .
                 The
                 Iuory
                 of
                 your
                 teeth
                 corrupts
                 with
                 the
                 breath
                 of
                 tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 age
                 .
                 The
                 snow
                 of
                 your
                 Necke
                 melts
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 louely
                 qualityes
                 of
                 your
                 spirit
                 ,
                 wax
                 old
                 in
                 their
                 continuall
                 decay
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 admit
                 you
                 to
                 be
                 more
                 beautifull
                 then
                 
                   Helena
                   ;
                   Helena
                
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 she
                 is
                 euen
                 passed
                 away
                 like
                 a
                 flower
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 iust
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 way
                 of
                 her
                 ruine
                 .
                 Her
                 charmes
                 did
                 rauish
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 your
                 bayts
                 subdue
                 the
                 best
                 part
                 of
                 mortalls
                 :
                 but
                 as
                 all
                 is
                 dead
                 with
                 her
                 ,
                 so
                 all
                 dyes
                 with
                 you
                 .
                 The
                 tyme
                 of
                 her
                 Empyre
                 is
                 expired
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 your
                 Raigne
                 runnes
                 alwayes
                 away
                 .
                 She
                 hath
                 beene
                 ,
                 she
                 hath
                 liued
                 ,
                 they
                 haue
                 admired
                 her
                 with
                 astonishment
                 ,
                 they
                 haue
                 honoured
                 her
                 with
                 sacrifices
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 the
                 Temples
                 of
                 her
                 glory
                 are
                 demolished
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Aultars
                 are
                 ruined
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Idolatours
                 are
                 reduced
                 to
                 ashes
                 ,
                 &
                 scarcely
                 remaynes
                 there
                 any
                 memory
                 of
                 these
                 things
                 ,
                 since
                 euen
                 the
                 very
                 age
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 seene
                 them
                 ,
                 is
                 buryed
                 with
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 abysses
                 of
                 the
                 passed
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 graces
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 you
                 captiue
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 shall
                 neuer
                 obtayne
                 any
                 fauour
                 of
                 Death
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 enticements
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 you
                 rauish
                 spirits
                 ,
                 haue
                 not
                 allurements
                 inough
                 for
                 to
                 violate
                 the
                 lawes
                 of
                 nature
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 charmes
                 ,
                 where
                 with
                 you
                 captiue
                 soules
                 ,
                 haue
                 not
                 the
                 power
                 to
                 charme
                 death
                 in
                 its
                 fury
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 pretty
                 graces
                 that
                 make
                 you
                 so
                 admirable
                 ,
                 cannot
                 exempt
                 you
                 from
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 nor
                 corruption
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 your
                 perfections
                 together
                 cannot
                 hinder
                 the
                 houre
                 of
                 your
                 death
                 for
                 a
                 moment
                 only
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 speake
                 more
                 playnely
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 your
                 golden
                 hayre
                 must
                 needs
                 perish
                 ;
                 your
                 eyes
                 so
                 cleere
                 &
                 fayre
                 must
                 needs
                 make
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 your
                 body
                 .
                 The
                 delicate
                 skin
                 of
                 your
                 face
                 ,
                 must
                 needs
                 discouer
                 it
                 s
                 putrifyed
                 bones
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 your
                 beautyes
                 togeather
                 by
                 changing
                 the
                 countenance
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 taking
                 the
                 forme
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 are
                 nothing
                 but
                 dust
                 :
                 Nor
                 do
                 I
                 feare
                 yet
                 to
                 lye
                 ,
                 since
                 in
                 effect
                 you
                 are
                 nothing
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 your
                 rare
                 Coulises
                 serue
                 but
                 onely
                 to
                 consume
                 you
                 ;
                 all
                 your
                 Phisitians
                 haue
                 no
                 medicine
                 for
                 to
                 cure
                 the
                 malady
                 of
                 your
                 mortall
                 condition
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 and
                 therefore
                 are
                 you
                 carefull
                 of
                 your
                 
                 health
                 in
                 vayne
                 ,
                 since
                 age
                 pardons
                 not
                 any
                 ;
                 yea
                 you
                 dye
                 liuing
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 you
                 what
                 possibly
                 you
                 can
                 do
                 ,
                 the
                 terme
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 is
                 alwayes
                 slyding
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 nor
                 do
                 all
                 the
                 moments
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 tell
                 you
                 of
                 any
                 other
                 thing
                 .
                 The
                 houres
                 continually
                 strike
                 this
                 verity
                 in
                 your
                 eares
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 Sun
                 neuer
                 sets
                 ,
                 without
                 telling
                 you
                 ,
                 in
                 its
                 fashion
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 only
                 foreruns
                 the
                 time
                 of
                 the
                 setting
                 of
                 your
                 lyfe
                 .
              
               
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 ;
                 for
                 we
                 dye
                 with
                 out
                 cease
                 ;
                 and
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 sighes
                 of
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 we
                 must
                 cast
                 forth
                 to
                 the
                 wind
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 of
                 our
                 mishaps
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ;
                 the
                 sentence
                 is
                 giuen
                 ,
                 the
                 execution
                 is
                 made
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 same
                 continues
                 euery
                 day
                 ,
                 before
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 whēce
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 accustomed
                 to
                 weep
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 since
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 certayne
                 ,
                 we
                 must
                 alwayes
                 be
                 in
                 disposition
                 to
                 dy
                 at
                 all
                 houres
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dye
                 euery
                 moment
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 reuiue
                 eternally
                 in
                 glory
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 are
                 created
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 it
                 only
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 must
                 be
                 reborne
                 agayne
                 from
                 our
                 corruption
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 to
                 dye
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 dy
                 boldly
                 then
                 ,
                 since
                 needs
                 we
                 must
                 ,
                 but
                 let
                 vs
                 dye
                 in
                 innocency
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 shun
                 the
                 death
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 must
                 rise
                 agayne
                 before
                 that
                 soueraygne
                 Iudge
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 to
                 giue
                 vs
                 the
                 recompence
                 of
                 our
                 trauayles
                 ,
                 
                 or
                 els
                 to
                 impose
                 the
                 payne
                 of
                 our
                 crimes
                 vpon
                 vs.
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 for
                 once
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 that
                 onely
                 moment
                 depends
                 our
                 whole
                 vnhappines
                 ,
                 or
                 felicity
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 but
                 we
                 must
                 yield
                 accompt
                 of
                 the
                 lyfe
                 past
                 ,
                 to
                 receyue
                 the
                 guerdon
                 ,
                 or
                 paine
                 which
                 is
                 due
                 thereto
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 delyuer
                 vs
                 happily
                 from
                 the
                 daunger
                 of
                 this
                 sweet
                 necessity
                 ,
                 must
                 we
                 liue
                 well
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                   ,
                   you
                   Soules
                   of
                   the
                   world
                
                 ;
                 ech
                 one
                 seemes
                 to
                 cary
                 his
                 tombe
                 with
                 him
                 .
                 Laugh
                 you
                 alwayes
                 ,
                 sing
                 continually
                 ,
                 be
                 you
                 euery
                 day
                 at
                 your
                 banquets
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 your
                 sports
                 in
                 a
                 continuall
                 chase
                 of
                 diuers
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 after
                 all
                 which
                 notwithstāding
                 must
                 you
                 needs
                 dy
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 cruell
                 separation
                 of
                 you
                 frō
                 your selues
                 ,
                 your
                 laughings
                 chāge
                 to
                 teares
                 ,
                 your
                 songs
                 of
                 gladnes
                 into
                 lamentable
                 cryes
                 of
                 sorrowes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 your
                 banquets
                 ,
                 &
                 pleasures
                 into
                 bitter
                 plaints
                 ,
                 which
                 torment
                 your
                 hart
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 your
                 soule
                 vpon
                 the
                 racke
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 might
                 be
                 some
                 manner
                 of
                 satisfaction
                 perhaps
                 ,
                 to
                 heare
                 the
                 discourses
                 which
                 men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 do
                 hould
                 ,
                 if
                 their
                 blindnes
                 the
                 while
                 do
                 not
                 afford
                 mattter
                 of
                 compassion
                 .
                 One
                 takes
                 paynes
                 to
                 recount
                 al
                 the
                 pleasures
                 he
                 hath
                 taken
                 ,
                 during
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 another
                 keepes
                 account
                 of
                 the
                 good
                 fortunes
                 he
                 hath
                 had
                 ,
                 a
                 third
                 assures
                 vs
                 that
                 he
                 hath
                 possessed
                 
                 heertofore
                 a
                 great
                 number
                 of
                 treasures
                 ;
                 &
                 a
                 fourth
                 endeauours
                 to
                 perswade
                 as
                 many
                 as
                 will
                 belieue
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 hath
                 beene
                 on
                 the
                 top
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 dignityes
                 .
                 What
                 discourses
                 of
                 smoke
                 are
                 these
                 ?
                 For
                 he
                 that
                 hath
                 tasted
                 so
                 many
                 contentments
                 ,
                 hath
                 nothing
                 left
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 sad
                 remembrance
                 of
                 the
                 hauing
                 once
                 had
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 Another
                 ,
                 who
                 yet
                 now
                 thinkes
                 on
                 the
                 good
                 fortunes
                 which
                 once
                 he
                 hath
                 had
                 ,
                 makes
                 himselfe
                 a
                 new
                 vnhappy
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 his
                 passed
                 felicities
                 .
                 He
                 that
                 casts
                 his
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 ashes
                 of
                 his
                 riches
                 ,
                 insensibly
                 consumes
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 fire
                 that
                 consumed
                 them
                 .
                 And
                 another
                 that
                 reares
                 vp
                 his
                 head
                 aloft
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 behold
                 through
                 his
                 teares
                 ,
                 the
                 place
                 from
                 whence
                 he
                 fell
                 ,
                 euen
                 looseth
                 the
                 force
                 for
                 euer
                 to
                 rise
                 againe
                 ,
                 notwithstāding
                 that
                 it
                 be
                 good
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 sleepe
                 often
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 framing
                 of
                 these
                 dreames
                 .
                 For
                 euē
                 as
                 all
                 those
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 goods
                 are
                 slid
                 ,
                 &
                 vanished
                 away
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 things
                 that
                 seemed
                 the
                 most
                 durable
                 ;
                 so
                 all
                 the
                 contentment
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 goods
                 which
                 may
                 any
                 wayes
                 appertaine
                 vnto
                 vs
                 ,
                 shall
                 fly
                 away
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 worst
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 run
                 after
                 them
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 signe
                 out
                 our
                 Tombe
                 in
                 their
                 Sepulcher
                 .
              
               
                 Salomon
                 hath
                 had
                 so
                 many
                 pleasures
                 ;
                 Cresus
                 passessed
                 so
                 much
                 riches
                 ;
                 Alexander
                 receiued
                 
                 so
                 great
                 honours
                 ,
                 &
                 Helena
                 so
                 many
                 prayses
                 for
                 her
                 incomparable
                 beauty
                 .
                 But
                 Salomon
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 dust
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 riches
                 ;
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 but
                 earth
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 honours
                 ;
                 nor
                 Helena
                 any
                 more
                 then
                 corruption
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 her
                 graces
                 .
              
               
                 Trust
                 you
                 not
                 then
                 to
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 you
                 great
                 Kings
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 Roses
                 shall
                 wither
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 Thornes
                 endure
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 Put
                 not
                 your
                 hopes
                 in
                 Riches
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 are
                 of
                 earth
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 you
                 .
                 Despise
                 you
                 Honours
                 since
                 all
                 glory
                 is
                 due
                 to
                 Vertue
                 only
                 .
                 And
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 employ
                 from
                 hence-forth
                 all
                 your
                 cares
                 and
                 labours
                 ,
                 to
                 decke
                 your
                 Soules
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 your
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 wil
                 haue
                 Angels
                 enamoured
                 ,
                 and
                 men
                 to
                 be
                 emulous
                 ,
                 of
                 you
                 .
                 For
                 so
                 euery
                 one
                 shal
                 striue
                 for
                 glory
                 ,
                 to
                 imitate
                 you
                 in
                 this
                 glorious
                 enterprize
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 counsayle
                 I
                 giue
                 you
                 ;
                 and
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 will
                 I
                 finish
                 my
                 Booke
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 svveet
                 Thoughtes
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
      
       
         
           
             
             
               THOVGHTS
               OF
               ETERNITY
               .
               Distributed
               into
               foure
               Parts
               .
            
             
               
                 To
                 wit
                 The
                 Triumph
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 wit
                 The
                 Ioyes
                 of
                 Paradise
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 wit
                 The
                 Infernall
                 Paynes
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 wit
                 The
                 Houre
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
            
             
               VVritten
               in
               French
               ,
               by
               
                 Sieur
                 de
                 la
                 Serre
              
               :
               &
               translated
               into
               English.
               
            
             
               Permissu
               Superiorū
               ,
               M.
               DC
               .
               XXXII
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               THOVGHTES
               OF
               Eternity
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 Triumph
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 HOW
                 sweet
                 is
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 thinke
                 continually
                 on
                 eternall
                 things
                 !
                 All
                 flies
                 away
                 before
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 their
                 fight
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 ,
                 lyfe
                 escapes
                 away
                 from
                 vs.
                 The
                 Sunne
                 doth
                 well
                 to
                 rise
                 euery
                 day
                 anew
                 ;
                 the
                 moments
                 of
                 its
                 Reigne
                 are
                 measured
                 within
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 Nature
                 ;
                 It
                 must
                 of
                 necessity
                 follow
                 the
                 decay
                 of
                 time
                 ,
                 wherof
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 dyall
                 ;
                 and
                 after
                 it
                 hath
                 presided
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 vnhappy
                 accidents
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 it
                 lends
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 its
                 torch
                 at
                 last
                 to
                 its
                 proper
                 ruine
                 .
                 Though
                 the
                 stars
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 
                 appeare
                 thicke
                 in
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 aspect
                 ,
                 alwayes
                 glittering
                 in
                 wonders
                 ,
                 yet
                 can
                 they
                 not
                 choose
                 but
                 wax
                 old
                 ;
                 euery
                 instant
                 robbes
                 them
                 of
                 somewhat
                 of
                 their
                 durance
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 shine
                 within
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 to
                 shine
                 within
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Though
                 the
                 heauens
                 ,
                 being
                 quickned
                 by
                 the
                 soueraigne
                 Intelligēce
                 of
                 the
                 
                   Primum
                   mobile
                
                 ,
                 renew
                 their
                 paces
                 euery
                 yeare
                 within
                 the
                 round
                 spaces
                 of
                 their
                 Circles
                 ,
                 their
                 turnings
                 yet
                 are
                 counted
                 ;
                 and
                 though
                 they
                 returne
                 agayne
                 by
                 the
                 same
                 way
                 ,
                 they
                 incessantly
                 approach
                 to
                 the
                 point
                 that
                 is
                 to
                 termine
                 their
                 Course
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Fire
                 which
                 entertaynes
                 it selfe
                 in
                 its
                 Globe
                 ,
                 insensibly
                 deuoures
                 it selfe
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 Region
                 of
                 its
                 dwelling
                 is
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 which
                 consumes
                 it selfe
                 .
                 The
                 Ayre
                 ,
                 that
                 takes
                 vp
                 all
                 ,
                 yet
                 can
                 not
                 fill
                 vp
                 the
                 voydnesse
                 of
                 the
                 Tombe
                 which
                 the
                 last
                 instant
                 of
                 tyme
                 prepareth
                 for
                 it
                 .
                 Though
                 the
                 Phoenix-King
                 of
                 its
                 subiects
                 find
                 a
                 second
                 Cradle
                 within
                 its
                 first
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 yet
                 at
                 last
                 another
                 selfe
                 ,
                 shall
                 aryse
                 againe
                 from
                 its
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 though
                 yet
                 vnlike
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 shal
                 not
                 haue
                 the
                 same
                 power
                 to
                 communicate
                 the
                 same
                 vertue
                 to
                 the
                 Species
                 of
                 its
                 of
                 spring
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 it
                 shall
                 dye
                 at
                 last
                 through
                 sorrow
                 of
                 its
                 sterility
                 .
                 Though
                 the
                 Serpent
                 shift
                 the
                 skinne
                 neuer
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 yet
                 doth
                 its
                 Prudence
                 extend
                 
                 no
                 further
                 ,
                 whiles
                 Age
                 fals
                 a
                 laughing
                 at
                 its
                 cunning
                 ,
                 in
                 deuouring
                 vp
                 its
                 being
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Trees
                 that
                 do
                 euery
                 yeare
                 waxe
                 young
                 agayne
                 ,
                 continually
                 grow
                 old
                 .
                 The
                 Spring
                 ,
                 the
                 Summer
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Autumne
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 force
                 indeed
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 change
                 the
                 countenance
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 their
                 Nature
                 :
                 and
                 the
                 Brookes
                 affrighted
                 with
                 this
                 continual
                 vicissitude
                 ,
                 go
                 flying
                 into
                 the
                 bosome
                 of
                 their
                 Mother
                 ,
                 belieuing
                 they
                 are
                 shrowded
                 but
                 in
                 vayne
                 :
                 for
                 the
                 Ocean
                 carryes
                 their
                 Wracke
                 within
                 the
                 valley
                 of
                 its
                 waues
                 .
                 The
                 Seasons
                 growing
                 from
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 one
                 another
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 day
                 from
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 night
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 disioyned
                 ,
                 and
                 seuered
                 by
                 a
                 new
                 Season
                 ,
                 which
                 with
                 it
                 shall
                 bury
                 all
                 the
                 others
                 .
                 The
                 fayrest
                 mayster-peeces
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 forasmuch
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 layed
                 vpon
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 pay
                 cotinuall
                 homage
                 to
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 that
                 presides
                 within
                 his
                 Empire
                 :
                 witnesse
                 those
                 wonders
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 which
                 subsist
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 in
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 signe
                 onely
                 of
                 what
                 the
                 famous
                 Athens
                 ,
                 the
                 triumphant
                 Carthage
                 ,
                 the
                 proud
                 Troy
                 haue
                 beene
                 heeretofore
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 now
                 buryed
                 so
                 deep
                 in
                 their
                 ruine
                 ,
                 as
                 one
                 can
                 hardly
                 belieue
                 they
                 haue
                 euer
                 beene
                 .
                 They
                 go
                 seeking
                 thē
                 in
                 historyes
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 their
                 raigne
                 is
                 so
                 ould
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 no
                 otherwise
                 found
                 ,
                 
                 then
                 in
                 Fables
                 only
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 speake
                 of
                 diuers
                 People
                 rather
                 thē
                 of
                 Townes
                 .
                 That
                 great
                 world
                 of
                 men
                 which
                 the
                 Earth
                 hath
                 borne
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 on
                 its
                 bosome
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Sea
                 vpon
                 its
                 waues
                 ,
                 was
                 drowned
                 at
                 last
                 in
                 the
                 riuer
                 of
                 Xerxes
                 teares
                 ,
                 for
                 which
                 he
                 prepared
                 a
                 tombe
                 an
                 hundred
                 yeares
                 before
                 .
                 The
                 Kings
                 haue
                 followed
                 their
                 subiects
                 in
                 this
                 common
                 shipwrack
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 Pourtraits
                 of
                 Apelles
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Statues
                 of
                 Lysippus
                 ,
                 &
                 of
                 Phidias
                 haue
                 runne
                 like
                 hazard
                 with
                 them
                 by
                 this
                 inuiolable
                 necessity
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 shadow
                 euer
                 followes
                 the
                 body
                 .
                 Well
                 might
                 Alexander
                 cause
                 himself
                 to
                 be
                 surnamed
                 Immortall
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 purchast
                 not
                 Immortality
                 .
                 He
                 tooke
                 the
                 paynes
                 to
                 seeke
                 out
                 another
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 Triumphes
                 had
                 need
                 of
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 seauen
                 foote
                 of
                 earth
                 to
                 be
                 buried
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Cyrus
                 would
                 fayne
                 haue
                 it
                 belieued
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 Inuincible
                 ,
                 yet
                 could
                 Death
                 know
                 wel
                 how
                 to
                 find
                 the
                 defect
                 of
                 his
                 Armes
                 ,
                 like
                 as
                 that
                 of
                 
                   Achilles
                   .
                   Nero
                
                 would
                 needs
                 be
                 adored
                 ;
                 but
                 he
                 was
                 sacrificed
                 in
                 punishmēt
                 of
                 his
                 crime
                 .
                 Cresus
                 the
                 richest
                 of
                 all
                 men
                 carried
                 nothing
                 into
                 his
                 Tōbe
                 ,
                 but
                 this
                 only
                 griefe
                 of
                 hauing
                 had
                 so
                 much
                 Treasure
                 ,
                 &
                 so
                 little
                 Vertue
                 ;
                 his
                 riches
                 exempted
                 him
                 not
                 ●
                 whit
                 from
                 the
                 euils
                 wherof
                 our
                 life
                 is
                 full
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 terme
                 he
                 dyed
                 as
                 others
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 Pouerty
                 incident
                 thereunto
                 .
                 
                   Cesar
                   ,
                   Pyrhus
                
                 and
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 so
                 many
                 markes
                 of
                 Immortality
                 ,
                 had
                 the
                 worse
                 sort
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 al
                 three
                 were
                 vnhappily
                 cōstrayned
                 to
                 render
                 their
                 lyues
                 to
                 the
                 assaultes
                 of
                 a
                 most
                 precipitous
                 Death
                 .
                 The
                 which
                 doth
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 very
                 sensibly
                 ,
                 how
                 things
                 that
                 seeme
                 to
                 vs
                 most
                 durable
                 ▪
                 do
                 vanish
                 as
                 lightning
                 ,
                 after
                 they
                 haue
                 giuen
                 vs
                 some
                 admiration
                 of
                 their
                 being
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 wise
                 men
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 the
                 valiant
                 (
                 all
                 slaues
                 of
                 one
                 and
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 fortune
                 )
                 haue
                 payed
                 the
                 same
                 Tribute
                 to
                 nature
                 .
                 
                   Plato
                   ,
                   Socrates
                
                 &
                 Aristotle
                 may
                 well
                 cause
                 a
                 talke
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 is
                 all
                 ;
                 for
                 with
                 their
                 learning
                 they
                 haue
                 yet
                 beene
                 ignorant
                 of
                 the
                 Truth
                 .
                 They
                 haue
                 loued
                 their
                 memory
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 then
                 themselus
                 ,
                 following
                 a
                 false
                 opinion
                 for
                 to
                 please
                 that
                 of
                 others
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 they
                 were
                 puffed
                 vp
                 in
                 all
                 their
                 Actions
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 passed
                 away
                 notwithstanding
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 diuine
                 Spirits
                 haue
                 neuer
                 beene
                 able
                 to
                 obtaine
                 this
                 dispensation
                 of
                 the
                 Destinies
                 to
                 cōmunicate
                 their
                 diuinity
                 to
                 bodies
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 viuified
                 :
                 so
                 as
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 left
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 little
                 dust
                 ▪
                 which
                 the
                 aire
                 and
                 wind
                 haue
                 shared
                 betweene
                 them
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 seauen
                 Sages
                 of
                 Greece
                 are
                 dead
                 with
                 the
                 reputation
                 of
                 their
                 worldly
                 wisedome
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 a
                 Folly
                 before
                 God.
                 They
                 were
                 meere
                 Idolatours
                 of
                 their
                 wordly
                 Prudēce
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 a
                 Vertue
                 of
                 the
                 phantasy
                 ,
                 more
                 worthy
                 of
                 blame
                 ,
                 then
                 prayse
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 hath
                 but
                 Vanity
                 for
                 the
                 obiect
                 .
                 As
                 many
                 Philosophers
                 as
                 haue
                 studied
                 to
                 seeke
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 naturall
                 things
                 ,
                 without
                 lifting
                 the
                 eye
                 a
                 little
                 higher
                 ,
                 haue
                 let
                 their
                 life
                 runne
                 into
                 a
                 blindnes
                 of
                 malice
                 ,
                 and
                 haue
                 left
                 nothing
                 behind
                 them
                 but
                 a
                 sad
                 remembrance
                 of
                 their
                 pernicious
                 errours
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 speake
                 of
                 those
                 meruailous
                 works
                 wherin
                 Nature
                 takes
                 pleasure
                 to
                 giue
                 forth
                 the
                 more
                 excellent
                 essayes
                 of
                 her
                 power
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 of
                 those
                 beauties
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 which
                 rauish
                 hearts
                 before
                 they
                 haue
                 meanes
                 to
                 present
                 them
                 to
                 them
                 :
                 As
                 of
                 a
                 Helena
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 Cleopatra
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 Lucretia
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 Penelope
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 a
                 Portia
                 .
                 All
                 these
                 beauties
                 truely
                 were
                 adorable
                 in
                 the
                 East
                 ,
                 euen
                 as
                 the
                 Persians
                 Sunne
                 ;
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 South
                 the
                 feruour
                 of
                 their
                 Sacrificers
                 began
                 to
                 extinguish
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 West
                 they
                 destroyed
                 the
                 very
                 Aultars
                 that
                 were
                 erected
                 to
                 their
                 glory
                 .
                 Their
                 Baytes
                 ,
                 their
                 Charmes
                 ,
                 &
                 their
                 Attractions
                 following
                 in
                 their
                 Nature
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 Roses
                 ,
                 haue
                 lasted
                 but
                 a
                 day
                 of
                 the
                 Spring
                 ,
                 they
                 haue
                 vanished
                 
                 with
                 the
                 Subiect
                 wherunto
                 they
                 were
                 tyed
                 ,
                 nor
                 doth
                 there
                 remaine
                 any
                 more
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 then
                 a
                 meere
                 astonishment
                 of
                 their
                 shorte
                 durance
                 .
                 Thus
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 best
                 things
                 run
                 readily
                 to
                 their
                 end
                 :
                 Time
                 deuoures
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 greedines
                 is
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 cannot
                 be
                 satisfied
                 but
                 with
                 deuouring
                 it selfe
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 were
                 able
                 to
                 number
                 the
                 men
                 to
                 whome
                 the
                 Sunne
                 hath
                 lent
                 its
                 light
                 since
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 that
                 meanes
                 keepe
                 accompt
                 of
                 the
                 proud
                 Citties
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 magnificent
                 Pallaces
                 ,
                 whereof
                 Art
                 hath
                 giuen
                 the
                 Inuention
                 to
                 men
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 shame
                 of
                 Nature
                 :
                 the
                 imagination
                 is
                 too
                 seely
                 to
                 reach
                 vnto
                 this
                 But.
                 And
                 yet
                 how
                 great
                 soeuer
                 the
                 Name
                 therof
                 be
                 ,
                 the
                 shadowes
                 of
                 their
                 bodies
                 appeare
                 no
                 more
                 to
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 our
                 daies
                 ;
                 the
                 steps
                 of
                 their
                 foundations
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 their
                 being
                 are
                 buried
                 within
                 the
                 Abysses
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 but
                 Vertue
                 can
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 exempt
                 from
                 Death
                 .
                 All
                 things
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 hauing
                 learned
                 of
                 Nature
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 change
                 ,
                 neuer
                 speake
                 in
                 their
                 fashion
                 ,
                 but
                 of
                 their
                 continuall
                 vicissitude
                 .
                 The
                 Sunne
                 running
                 from
                 his
                 South
                 to
                 its
                 West
                 ,
                 seemes
                 to
                 preach
                 in
                 its
                 lāguage
                 nothing
                 els
                 vnto
                 vs
                 ,
                 but
                 this
                 cruell
                 necessity
                 .
                 which
                 constraynes
                 it
                 to
                 fly
                 repose
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 cōmence
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 to
                 warpe
                 the
                 lightsome
                 
                 webbe
                 of
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 length
                 of
                 Ages
                 .
                 I
                 admire
                 the
                 Ideas
                 of
                 that
                 Philosopher
                 ,
                 whiles
                 he
                 would
                 mantayne
                 that
                 all
                 created
                 thinges
                 do
                 find
                 their
                 beginning
                 within
                 the
                 concauity
                 of
                 the
                 Moone
                 ,
                 without
                 doubt
                 the
                 inconstancy
                 of
                 this
                 Starre
                 afforded
                 him
                 those
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 since
                 euery
                 thing
                 subsisting
                 heer
                 beneath
                 ,
                 is
                 subiect
                 to
                 a
                 continuall
                 flow
                 and
                 ebbe
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Heauens
                 tell
                 vs
                 ,
                 in
                 running
                 round
                 their
                 circles
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 pull
                 all
                 with
                 them
                 .
                 The
                 Starres
                 illumine
                 not
                 the
                 night
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 comming
                 of
                 the
                 last
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 to
                 extinguish
                 their
                 light
                 .
                 The
                 Elements
                 ,
                 as
                 opposits
                 ,
                 reygne
                 not
                 but
                 within
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 the
                 truce
                 which
                 nature
                 afforded
                 them
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 the
                 Chaos
                 ;
                 and
                 their
                 emnity
                 therefore
                 is
                 yet
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 not
                 pleased
                 but
                 with
                 destructiō
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 workes
                 they
                 do
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 demaund
                 the
                 Rockes
                 &
                 Forests
                 what
                 they
                 are
                 doing
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 answere
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 a
                 counting
                 their
                 yeares
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 can
                 do
                 nothing
                 but
                 grow
                 old
                 .
                 The
                 fayrest
                 Springes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 youngest
                 Brookes
                 publish
                 aloud
                 with
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 their
                 warbles
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 their
                 sweet
                 murmur
                 ,
                 that
                 euery
                 thing
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 inseparably
                 pursues
                 the
                 paces
                 of
                 its
                 Course
                 ;
                 yea
                 the
                 Earth
                 it selfe
                 which
                 is
                 immoueable
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Center
                 where
                 all
                 concludes
                 ,
                 
                 being
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 stirre
                 ,
                 to
                 fly
                 far
                 from
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 lets
                 it selfe
                 to
                 be
                 deuoured
                 by
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 the
                 Ocean
                 by
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 Tyme
                 by
                 the
                 soueraygne
                 decrees
                 which
                 from
                 all
                 Eternity
                 haue
                 limited
                 its
                 durance
                 .
              
               
                 
                   S.
                   Augustine
                
                 endeauouring
                 to
                 seeke
                 out
                 the
                 soueraigne
                 God
                 within
                 Nature
                 ,
                 demaūded
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 were
                 God
                 ;
                 and
                 this
                 Starre
                 let
                 him
                 see
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 borrowed
                 its
                 light
                 from
                 another
                 Sun
                 without
                 Eclypse
                 ,
                 which
                 shined
                 within
                 the
                 Bower
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 He
                 made
                 the
                 like
                 demaūd
                 of
                 the
                 Moone
                 ,
                 whose
                 visage
                 ,
                 alwayes
                 inconstant
                 ,
                 made
                 answere
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 assured
                 this
                 holy
                 Personage
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 had
                 nothing
                 diuine
                 ,
                 but
                 light
                 ,
                 within
                 it
                 ,
                 which
                 yet
                 it
                 held
                 in
                 homage
                 of
                 the
                 Torch
                 of
                 day
                 .
                 He
                 enquired
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 thing
                 ,
                 but
                 their
                 motion
                 incompatible
                 with
                 an
                 essence
                 purely
                 diuine
                 ,
                 put
                 him
                 out
                 of
                 doubt
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 many
                 are
                 there
                 seene
                 of
                 these
                 feeble
                 spirits
                 who
                 seeke
                 the
                 soueraygne
                 God
                 within
                 Greatnesses
                 ?
                 but
                 what
                 likelyhood
                 is
                 there
                 to
                 find
                 it
                 there
                 ?
                 Thrones
                 and
                 Empires
                 subsist
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 spaces
                 which
                 Fortune
                 affords
                 them
                 ;
                 her
                 bowle
                 serues
                 them
                 as
                 a
                 foūdation
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 what
                 stability
                 can
                 we
                 establish
                 in
                 their
                 being
                 ?
                 Crownes
                 haue
                 nothing
                 goodly
                 in
                 them
                 but
                 the
                 name
                 only
                 ;
                 nor
                 rich
                 
                 but
                 apparence
                 :
                 for
                 if
                 they
                 knew
                 how
                 much
                 they
                 weighed
                 ▪
                 and
                 if
                 the
                 number
                 of
                 cares
                 &
                 thornes
                 which
                 are
                 mingled
                 with
                 the
                 Rubies
                 &
                 Pearles
                 wherwith
                 they
                 are
                 enriched
                 could
                 be
                 seene
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 vnhappy
                 would
                 be
                 trampling
                 them
                 vnderfoot
                 to
                 auoyd
                 the
                 encounter
                 of
                 new
                 misfortunes
                 .
                 Kings
                 and
                 Princes
                 are
                 well
                 the
                 greatest
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 not
                 the
                 happiest
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 their
                 Greatnes
                 markes
                 their
                 ruyne
                 in
                 their
                 Eminency
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Lawes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 persuade
                 vs
                 to
                 belieue
                 ,
                 that
                 great
                 Misfortunes
                 are
                 tyed
                 to
                 great
                 Powers
                 .
              
               
                 Whence
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 great
                 Monarches
                 do
                 neuer
                 seeme
                 to
                 resent
                 little
                 dolours
                 ,
                 nor
                 suffer
                 any
                 thing
                 with
                 feeble
                 displeasures
                 .
                 The
                 least
                 storme
                 with
                 comes
                 vpon
                 them
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 kind
                 of
                 ship
                 wracke
                 to
                 their
                 resentments
                 ;
                 all
                 their
                 wounds
                 all
                 mortall
                 ,
                 they
                 cannot
                 fall
                 but
                 into
                 precipices
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 crosses
                 of
                 their
                 Fortune
                 make
                 them
                 to
                 keep
                 company
                 with
                 Iob
                 on
                 the
                 dungill
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 tread
                 Cloth
                 of
                 Gould
                 vnder
                 their
                 feet
                 ,
                 as
                 Tiberius
                 did
                 ;
                 let
                 them
                 satiate
                 their
                 hunger
                 with
                 pearles
                 as
                 did
                 Marke-Antony
                 ;
                 let
                 them
                 metamorphize
                 the
                 feelings
                 of
                 their
                 Pallaces
                 lyke
                 to
                 a
                 starry
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 as
                 Belus
                 King
                 of
                 Cyprus
                 ;
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 help
                 of
                 Art
                 let
                 them
                 hold
                 the
                 seasons
                 at
                 their
                 becke
                 for
                 their
                 contentments
                 ,
                 as
                 Sardanapalus
                 :
                 
                 notwithstanding
                 needs
                 must
                 these
                 Magnificences
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 Pleasures
                 vanish
                 before
                 them
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 them
                 see
                 the
                 weakenes
                 of
                 their
                 Nature
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 inconstancy
                 of
                 Time
                 is
                 annexed
                 to
                 all
                 that
                 which
                 subsists
                 heere
                 beneath
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 their
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 delights
                 do
                 insensibly
                 glide
                 away
                 with
                 life
                 ;
                 &
                 though
                 their
                 reigne
                 hath
                 beene
                 ful
                 of
                 flowers
                 ,
                 the
                 remembrance
                 therof
                 brings
                 forth
                 but
                 thornes
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Kings
                 establish
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 their
                 greatnesses
                 vpon
                 their
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 cast
                 their
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 their
                 figures
                 ,
                 round
                 &
                 euer
                 mouing
                 ,
                 and
                 thereby
                 shall
                 they
                 know
                 the
                 instability
                 thereof
                 .
                 And
                 then
                 besids
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 no
                 great
                 matter
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 commaund
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 people
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 make
                 their
                 lawes
                 absolute
                 ,
                 through
                 force
                 of
                 Reason
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Tyranny
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 honour
                 to
                 merit
                 a
                 Crowne
                 then
                 to
                 possesse
                 it
                 ,
                 which
                 made
                 
                   Thales
                   Melesinus
                
                 say
                 that
                 a
                 vertuous
                 man
                 enuoyed
                 all
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 if
                 vertue
                 be
                 the
                 greatest
                 treasure
                 of
                 it
                 .
                 So
                 that
                 if
                 they
                 trust
                 in
                 their
                 Scepters
                 to
                 defend
                 themselues
                 from
                 the
                 strokes
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 they
                 consider
                 not
                 the
                 while
                 she
                 is
                 able
                 inough
                 to
                 snatch
                 them
                 out
                 of
                 their
                 hands
                 ,
                 and
                 cruell
                 inough
                 to
                 metamorphize
                 them
                 into
                 a
                 sheephooke
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 reduce
                 them
                 
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 state
                 ,
                 as
                 shall
                 moue
                 Pitty
                 rather
                 then
                 Enuy.
                 
              
               
                 What
                 vanity
                 were
                 it
                 for
                 one
                 to
                 haue
                 a
                 Scepter
                 in
                 the
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Crowne
                 vpon
                 the
                 head
                 ,
                 if
                 with
                 all
                 these
                 markes
                 of
                 Greatnesses
                 he
                 approches
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 to
                 bury
                 vp
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 it
                 ?
                 What
                 pleasure
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 greatest
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 be
                 vnder
                 him
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 haue
                 altogether
                 the
                 self
                 same
                 way
                 of
                 Death
                 ?
                 The
                 great
                 ones
                 run
                 as
                 swift
                 as
                 the
                 little
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 carriere
                 ,
                 where
                 Miseries
                 &
                 Misfortunes
                 accompany
                 our
                 steps
                 .
                 How
                 is
                 it
                 possible
                 ,
                 that
                 man
                 which
                 is
                 but
                 dust
                 &
                 ashes
                 ,
                 can
                 find
                 assurance
                 in
                 Greatnesses
                 ?
                 Ah!
                 What
                 say
                 you
                 then
                 ,
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 well
                 knowne
                 that
                 dust
                 and
                 ashes
                 are
                 so
                 much
                 the
                 more
                 subiect
                 to
                 be
                 carried
                 away
                 with
                 the
                 wind
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 set
                 in
                 a
                 higher
                 place
                 ?
                 The
                 Mountaines
                 are
                 alwaies
                 enuironed
                 with
                 precipices
                 ,
                 and
                 thunders
                 neuer
                 turne
                 their
                 faces
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 highest
                 tops
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 they
                 who
                 apprehend
                 a
                 Fall
                 ,
                 should
                 clip
                 the
                 winges
                 of
                 their
                 Ambition
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 to
                 fly
                 too
                 high
                 .
                 But
                 if
                 one
                 would
                 seeke
                 for
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 it
                 were
                 necessary
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 vertue
                 .
                 The
                 Magnificences
                 of
                 Darius
                 his
                 Army
                 serued
                 but
                 as
                 a
                 funerall
                 pompe
                 to
                 his
                 Death
                 .
                 The
                 Preparations
                 to
                 his
                 Triumph
                 were
                 the
                 instruments
                 of
                 his
                 Ouerthrow
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 the
                 Lawrels
                 of
                 his
                 Hopes
                 crowned
                 
                 him
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 in
                 signe
                 that
                 in
                 dying
                 he
                 had
                 vanquished
                 all
                 the
                 mishaps
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 .
                 So
                 do
                 we
                 see
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 fly
                 before
                 our
                 eyes
                 with
                 such
                 swiftnes
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 can
                 hardly
                 follow
                 it
                 ,
                 throgh
                 the
                 amazement
                 wherein
                 she
                 hath
                 left
                 vs.
                 
              
               
                 I
                 admire
                 the
                 last
                 thoughts
                 of
                 Celadine
                 ▪
                 when
                 as
                 he
                 ordayned
                 ,
                 that
                 after
                 his
                 Death
                 they
                 should
                 cause
                 his
                 shirt
                 to
                 be
                 shewed
                 to
                 the
                 whole
                 Army
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 carried
                 it
                 should
                 cry
                 aloud
                 ,
                 
                   Behould
                   heere
                   that
                   which
                   the
                   greatest
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   seems
                   to
                   carry
                   from
                   the
                   world
                   .
                
                 This
                 valiant
                 Captaine
                 knew
                 the
                 verity
                 of
                 his
                 miseries
                 by
                 the
                 vigill
                 of
                 his
                 Shipwracke
                 ,
                 seeing
                 that
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Treasures
                 he
                 could
                 carry
                 away
                 with
                 him
                 but
                 the
                 valew
                 of
                 a
                 Shirt
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 share
                 of
                 the
                 greatest
                 Kings
                 .
                 Nature
                 thinks
                 good
                 to
                 afford
                 them
                 Scepters
                 in
                 the
                 cradle
                 ,
                 &
                 she
                 must
                 rob
                 thē
                 in
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 they
                 are
                 borne
                 as
                 little
                 Gods
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 yet
                 sticke
                 they
                 not
                 to
                 dye
                 like
                 other
                 men
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 differ
                 in
                 the
                 māner
                 of
                 lyuing
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 equall
                 in
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 dying
                 .
              
               
                 
                   S.
                   Lewis
                
                 would
                 rest
                 vpon
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 Ashes
                 before
                 his
                 Death
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 but
                 Ashes
                 ;
                 yet
                 is
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 considered
                 that
                 the
                 beliefe
                 which
                 he
                 had
                 ,
                 proceeded
                 from
                 the
                 diuine
                 Fire
                 wherwith
                 he
                 was
                 inflamed
                 ;
                 and
                 
                 resenting
                 in
                 that
                 manner
                 the
                 diuine
                 flames
                 ,
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 he
                 went
                 consuming
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 he
                 would
                 become
                 ashes
                 vpon
                 ashes
                 ,
                 both
                 throgh
                 loue
                 and
                 humility
                 .
                 Dauid
                 did
                 charge
                 himselfe
                 with
                 a
                 sacke
                 of
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 to
                 diminish
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 trouble
                 that
                 possessed
                 him
                 .
                 The
                 knowledge
                 of
                 himselfe
                 perswaded
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 serue
                 himselfe
                 with
                 this
                 cūning
                 ,
                 shewing
                 forth
                 without
                 ,
                 what
                 was
                 within
                 .
                 His
                 Flesh
                 couered
                 his
                 ashes
                 for
                 to
                 couer
                 his
                 defects
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 would
                 haue
                 his
                 Ashes
                 to
                 couer
                 his
                 flesh
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 discouer
                 the
                 miseries
                 of
                 his
                 Nature
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 consider
                 how
                 the
                 greatest
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 all
                 their
                 Riches
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 Greatnesses
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 had
                 but
                 in
                 flying
                 towards
                 the
                 Center
                 of
                 their
                 ruine
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 finish
                 with
                 them
                 ;
                 I
                 cry
                 out
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 Philosopher
                 did
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 a
                 Body
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 Ayre
                 of
                 Tyme
                 disperseth
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 litle
                 :
                 for
                 the
                 eyes
                 behould
                 ,
                 quite
                 through
                 their
                 teares
                 ,
                 the
                 continuall
                 decay
                 of
                 the
                 best
                 obiects
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 can
                 hardly
                 be
                 knowne
                 within
                 their
                 inconstancy
                 ,
                 so
                 different
                 are
                 they
                 from
                 themselues
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 pleasure
                 to
                 read
                 the
                 Histories
                 of
                 Ages
                 past
                 ,
                 because
                 all
                 the
                 wonders
                 which
                 appeare
                 vpon
                 the
                 Theather
                 of
                 their
                 Reigne
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 dreames
                 ,
                 and
                 vayne
                 Idea's
                 that
                 subsist
                 not
                 
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 opinion
                 of
                 those
                 that
                 will
                 lend
                 credit
                 vnto
                 them
                 .
                 It
                 were
                 in
                 vayne
                 to
                 seeke
                 Rome
                 at
                 this
                 day
                 within
                 Rome
                 ,
                 when
                 scarce
                 can
                 be
                 found
                 within
                 the
                 Temple
                 of
                 memory
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 its
                 Aultars
                 .
                 Tyber
                 only
                 which
                 is
                 alwayes
                 a
                 flying
                 ,
                 hath
                 remayned
                 stable
                 ,
                 and
                 permanent
                 .
                 The
                 golden
                 Pallace
                 of
                 Nero
                 ,
                 the
                 Stoues
                 of
                 Diocletiant
                 ,
                 he
                 Bathes
                 of
                 Antoninus
                 ,
                 the
                 Sephizone
                 of
                 Seuerus
                 ,
                 the
                 Colossus
                 of
                 Iulius
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Amphitheater
                 of
                 Pompey
                 ;
                 all
                 these
                 proud
                 wonders
                 haue
                 not
                 beene
                 able
                 to
                 resist
                 the
                 encounters
                 of
                 a
                 first
                 Age
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 second
                 hath
                 caused
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 their
                 ruine
                 to
                 spring
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 the
                 Labourers
                 ,
                 the
                 works
                 ,
                 &
                 their
                 proprietaries
                 haue
                 followed
                 the
                 lot
                 of
                 the
                 decay
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 naturall
                 to
                 them
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 enquire
                 what
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 those
                 magnificences
                 of
                 Cyrus
                 ,
                 those
                 pōps
                 of
                 Mark-Antony
                 ,
                 those
                 prosperities
                 of
                 Alexander
                 ,
                 &
                 those
                 greatnesses
                 of
                 Darius
                 ;
                 I
                 shall
                 answere
                 with
                 that
                 Philosopher
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 haue
                 passed
                 away
                 like
                 a
                 waue
                 without
                 leauing
                 any
                 signe
                 of
                 their
                 being
                 behind
                 thē
                 .
              
               
                 Philip
                 ,
                 that
                 great
                 King
                 of
                 Macedon
                 ,
                 gaue
                 in
                 charge
                 to
                 one
                 of
                 his
                 Pages
                 to
                 awake
                 him
                 euery
                 morning
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 of
                 this
                 discourse
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 
                   To
                   remember
                   that
                   he
                   was
                   man
                   ,
                
                 &
                 by
                 consequence
                 subiect
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 This
                 Generous
                 Prince
                 was
                 afraid
                 to
                 be
                 dazeled
                 
                 by
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 forget
                 himselfe
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 which
                 therfore
                 made
                 him
                 to
                 impose
                 this
                 law
                 vpon
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 of
                 musing
                 euery
                 day
                 on
                 the
                 Miseries
                 of
                 his
                 condition
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 least
                 forgetfulnes
                 should
                 conuince
                 him
                 of
                 this
                 vanity
                 ,
                 which
                 ordinarily
                 is
                 annexed
                 vnto
                 great
                 prosperities
                 .
                 He
                 set
                 open
                 his
                 eares
                 to
                 the
                 soūd
                 of
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 ,
                 and
                 al
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 were
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 dust
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 cruel
                 necessity
                 of
                 dying
                 was
                 continually
                 occupied
                 in
                 building
                 him
                 his
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 to
                 bury
                 there
                 with
                 him
                 both
                 his
                 Glory
                 ,
                 &
                 his
                 Fortune
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   ,
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   Man
                   ,
                
                 said
                 the
                 Page
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 say
                 better
                 (
                 least
                 yet
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Man
                 may
                 seeme
                 to
                 flatter
                 you
                 )
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 a
                 little
                 Corruptiō
                 shut
                 vp
                 within
                 a
                 skin
                 of
                 flesh
                 ,
                 quickened
                 with
                 a
                 little
                 breath
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 whose
                 light
                 may
                 be
                 extinguished
                 with
                 the
                 least
                 wind
                 ;
                 you
                 are
                 ,
                 notwithstanding
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 the
                 greatest
                 of
                 Men
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 are
                 not
                 your
                 Greatnesses
                 exempt
                 from
                 Death
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 Miseries
                 that
                 forerunne
                 its
                 ariuall
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 your
                 Scepter
                 and
                 your
                 Crowne
                 shal
                 not
                 ransome
                 you
                 from
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 subiect
                 to
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 disasters
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 Heauen
                 hath
                 Starres
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 sea
                 Rockes
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 to
                 
                 say
                 ,
                 the
                 shutle-cocke
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 &
                 brought
                 into
                 so
                 deplorable
                 an
                 estate
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 can
                 afford
                 but
                 matter
                 of
                 Pitty
                 in
                 consideration
                 of
                 your
                 Miseries
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 to
                 serue
                 as
                 pasture
                 one
                 day
                 to
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 matter
                 to
                 the
                 ayre
                 and
                 wynd
                 for
                 to
                 play
                 with
                 your
                 dust
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 a
                 subiect
                 proper
                 to
                 their
                 sports
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 yet
                 a
                 slaue
                 of
                 this
                 soueraigne
                 ,
                 and
                 absolute
                 power
                 ,
                 whose
                 Scepter
                 and
                 Crowne
                 you
                 hold
                 in
                 homage
                 ,
                 not
                 knowing
                 the
                 limits
                 of
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 your
                 Reigne
                 .
                 
                   Remember
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   man
                
                 ;
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 for
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 or
                 els
                 for
                 an
                 houre
                 ,
                 or
                 yet
                 for
                 a
                 day
                 ;
                 the
                 which
                 should
                 make
                 this
                 remembrance
                 alwaies
                 present
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 how
                 your
                 condition
                 is
                 mortall
                 &
                 transitory
                 .
                 
                   You
                   are
                   man
                
                 ,
                 dying
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 and
                 running
                 without
                 intermission
                 towards
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 withal
                 things
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 great
                 King
                 was
                 affraid
                 to
                 wander
                 within
                 the
                 Labyrinth
                 of
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 &
                 this
                 feare
                 of
                 his
                 was
                 founded
                 vpon
                 the
                 reason
                 of
                 humane
                 weakenes
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 we
                 are
                 all
                 borne
                 .
                 He
                 saw
                 himselfe
                 raysed
                 vpon
                 the
                 highest
                 Throne
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 power
                 to
                 commaund
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 people
                 as
                 tributaries
                 all
                 of
                 his
                 Authority
                 ?
                 His
                 Armes
                 alwayes
                 victorious
                 found
                 no
                 resistance
                 but
                 in
                 sight
                 of
                 Humility
                 .
                 His
                 enemies
                 enuious
                 of
                 
                 his
                 good
                 hap
                 would
                 change
                 both
                 their
                 hatred
                 and
                 their
                 enuy
                 into
                 admiration
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 being
                 accomplished
                 with
                 the
                 sweetest
                 prosperities
                 which
                 are
                 found
                 in
                 life
                 ,
                 he
                 feared
                 with
                 reason
                 the
                 shifting
                 of
                 the
                 wheele
                 ,
                 and
                 iustly
                 apprehended
                 the
                 turning
                 of
                 the
                 Medall
                 ;
                 as
                 he
                 was
                 most
                 cunning
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 the
                 maximes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 which
                 had
                 taught
                 him
                 by
                 experience
                 ,
                 how
                 Tempests
                 attend
                 a
                 calme
                 vpon
                 the
                 waters
                 ,
                 &
                 on
                 the
                 land
                 griefes
                 do
                 succeed
                 contentments
                 .
                 Hence
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 tooke
                 such
                 pleasure
                 in
                 the
                 acmonishment
                 of
                 the
                 Page
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 euery
                 morning
                 he
                 so
                 made
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 remember
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 Man
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 it
                 was
                 tyme
                 to
                 rise
                 ,
                 to
                 looke
                 into
                 the
                 accidents
                 wherewith
                 our
                 life
                 is
                 full
                 .
                 This
                 great
                 Prince
                 is
                 dead
                 in
                 musing
                 vpon
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 that
                 aduertised
                 him
                 so
                 ,
                 pursued
                 full
                 neere
                 the
                 paces
                 of
                 his
                 course
                 .
                 The
                 King
                 ,
                 the
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 the
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 the
                 Riches
                 ,
                 the
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 the
                 kingdome
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 subiects
                 together
                 are
                 vanished
                 frō
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 slid
                 into
                 the
                 Abysses
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 where
                 things
                 that
                 seemed
                 most
                 durable
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 are
                 quite
                 buryed
                 .
              
               
                 Nabuchodonozor
                 led
                 the
                 Princes
                 of
                 Ierusalem
                 as
                 prisoners
                 into
                 Babylon
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Iaylour
                 ,
                 the
                 Prisoners
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Prison
                 it selfe
                 are
                 ingulfed
                 within
                 the
                 nothing
                 .
                 The
                 Emperour
                 
                 Maximilian
                 caused
                 his
                 Coffin
                 to
                 be
                 carried
                 before
                 him
                 ,
                 taking
                 much
                 pleasure
                 to
                 behould
                 the
                 house
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 was
                 to
                 make
                 so
                 long
                 soiourning
                 .
                 Away
                 then
                 with
                 all
                 these
                 vayne
                 Greatnesses
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 so
                 post
                 away
                 like
                 a
                 Torrent
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 melt
                 like
                 snow
                 ,
                 and
                 since
                 they
                 passe
                 like
                 a
                 lightning
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 now
                 are
                 their
                 Idolatours
                 ,
                 shal
                 one
                 day
                 sacrifice
                 themselues
                 with
                 griefe
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 runne
                 so
                 long
                 tyme
                 after
                 those
                 vayne
                 shadowes
                 :
                 for
                 as
                 many
                 as
                 loue
                 them
                 ,
                 loue
                 not
                 themselues
                 ;
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 gape
                 after
                 them
                 are
                 enemies
                 of
                 their
                 proper
                 senses
                 ,
                 forcing
                 by
                 an
                 extreme
                 Tyranny
                 their
                 wil
                 to
                 run
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 precipices
                 .
                 The
                 staires
                 that
                 serue
                 to
                 mount
                 vp
                 by
                 ,
                 haue
                 the
                 same
                 vse
                 in
                 descending
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 from
                 the
                 highest
                 top
                 of
                 Thrones
                 &
                 Empires
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 seene
                 no
                 other
                 way
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 fall
                 .
                 By
                 those
                 waies
                 of
                 Greatnes
                 they
                 mount
                 not
                 vp
                 to
                 heauen
                 :
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 shuts
                 vp
                 its
                 course
                 within
                 the
                 earth
                 ;
                 whence
                 it
                 comes
                 that
                 the
                 Palmes
                 &
                 Lawrels
                 ,
                 which
                 Honor
                 doth
                 prodigally
                 share
                 to
                 men
                 ,
                 do
                 fade
                 &
                 wither
                 ,
                 how
                 greene
                 soeuer
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 soyle
                 where
                 they
                 began
                 to
                 spring
                 .
              
               
                 Well
                 may
                 they
                 reckon
                 vp
                 the
                 Crownes
                 which
                 Alexander
                 .
                 purchased
                 with
                 his
                 combats
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 their
                 matter
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 
                 is
                 dead
                 with
                 him
                 .
                 They
                 speake
                 much
                 of
                 Scipio's
                 triumphs
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 is
                 all
                 ▪
                 for
                 tyme
                 hath
                 imposed
                 silēce
                 to
                 the
                 Oracles
                 of
                 al
                 the
                 Muses
                 that
                 published
                 his
                 renown
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 bring
                 forth
                 hardly
                 if
                 they
                 can
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Theater
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 the
                 happyest
                 Monarch
                 of
                 the
                 Ages
                 past
                 If
                 Hanniball
                 appeare
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 they
                 shall
                 seeme
                 to
                 represent
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 after
                 hauing
                 beene
                 Conquerour
                 of
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 vanquished
                 by
                 his
                 owne
                 vices
                 ,
                 and
                 consequētly
                 reduced
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 point
                 of
                 infamy
                 &
                 misfortune
                 at
                 once
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 talk
                 rather
                 of
                 his
                 defeats
                 then
                 of
                 his
                 triumphs
                 .
                 If
                 Pompey
                 appeare
                 after
                 him
                 ,
                 they
                 shal
                 cōsider
                 how
                 his
                 disasters
                 defaced
                 the
                 lustre
                 of
                 his
                 first
                 prosperities
                 .
                 If
                 Cesar
                 come
                 in
                 his
                 rancke
                 ,
                 they
                 shall
                 marke
                 how
                 the
                 Thornes
                 of
                 his
                 death
                 did
                 wither
                 the
                 Roses
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 .
                 The
                 great
                 Pyrrhus
                 cannot
                 appeare
                 but
                 ouerwhelmed
                 with
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 his
                 misfortunes
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 blow
                 of
                 a
                 stone
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 by
                 a
                 heape
                 of
                 earth
                 in
                 signe
                 that
                 his
                 greatnesses
                 ;
                 and
                 his
                 Tropheys
                 were
                 to
                 be
                 buried
                 in
                 the
                 earth
                 by
                 a
                 relation
                 of
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 this
                 Element
                 ,
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 Glory
                 .
                 Nero
                 may
                 heere
                 appeare
                 with
                 splendour
                 during
                 those
                 fiue
                 yeares
                 of
                 his
                 raygne
                 ,
                 but
                 so
                 remēbred
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 hauing
                 caused
                 his
                 Statues
                 to
                 be
                 adored
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 trāpled
                 vnder
                 foot
                 in
                 punishment
                 of
                 this
                 vanity
                 .
                 
                 Parmenides
                 enioyed
                 a
                 calme
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 found
                 rockes
                 and
                 tempests
                 in
                 his
                 Death
                 by
                 the
                 poyson
                 that
                 was
                 gyuen
                 him
                 .
                 Pelosidas
                 was
                 happy
                 in
                 his
                 Spring
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 Summer
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 his
                 Antumne
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Winter
                 of
                 his
                 old
                 age
                 made
                 him
                 resent
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 of
                 more
                 miseries
                 ,
                 then
                 he
                 had
                 tasted
                 pleasures
                 in
                 his
                 younger
                 yeares
                 .
                 Marke-Antony
                 was
                 raysed
                 to
                 so
                 high
                 a
                 degree
                 of
                 Honour
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 stood
                 in
                 competēcy
                 with
                 his
                 brother-in-Law
                 about
                 the
                 Crowne
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 at
                 once
                 ;
                 &
                 yet
                 notwithstanding
                 his
                 miseries
                 made
                 him
                 an
                 homicide
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 stroke
                 of
                 despaire
                 .
                 Maximus
                 came
                 to
                 the
                 Empire
                 from
                 the
                 lowest
                 degree
                 of
                 a
                 seruile
                 condition
                 ,
                 but
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 on
                 the
                 ridge
                 of
                 Greatnesse
                 ,
                 did
                 Fortune
                 make
                 him
                 to
                 descēd
                 so
                 low
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 same
                 degrees
                 he
                 mounted
                 vp
                 with
                 ,
                 as
                 his
                 Misfortunes
                 had
                 no
                 relation
                 with
                 his
                 Prosperities
                 .
                 Thus
                 passeth
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 leauing
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 astonishment
                 behind
                 ,
                 then
                 euer
                 it
                 afforded
                 admiration
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 a
                 great
                 Architect
                 should
                 seeme
                 to
                 perswade
                 vs
                 to
                 belieue
                 ,
                 that
                 our
                 dwelling
                 house
                 were
                 on
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 falling
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 we
                 were
                 in
                 daunger
                 to
                 be
                 buried
                 in
                 its
                 ruines
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 imagine
                 with
                 my selfe
                 ,
                 we
                 should
                 lyue
                 alwaies
                 in
                 payne
                 ,
                 to
                 auoyd
                 the
                 effects
                 
                 of
                 his
                 presages
                 ,
                 seeking
                 with
                 all
                 sollicitude
                 the
                 meanes
                 to
                 eschew
                 those
                 perils
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 I
                 turne
                 the
                 Meddall
                 ,
                 it
                 wil
                 appeare
                 ,
                 this
                 tottering
                 ,
                 and
                 ruinous
                 house
                 to
                 be
                 nothing
                 els
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 wherof
                 that
                 great
                 Architect
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 layd
                 the
                 first
                 foundations
                 ,
                 hath
                 affoarded
                 vs
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 this
                 assurance
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 shall
                 fall
                 to
                 ruine
                 very
                 soone
                 .
                 
                   The
                   Heauen
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Earth
                   shall
                   passe
                   away
                   .
                
                 What
                 solidity
                 then
                 can
                 we
                 establish
                 heere
                 beneath
                 in
                 this
                 soyle
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 of
                 Pouerty
                 as
                 of
                 Infamy
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 shakes
                 vnder
                 our
                 feet
                 through
                 its
                 continuall
                 vitissitude
                 ?
                 The
                 ruines
                 thereof
                 appeare
                 without
                 cease
                 before
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 its
                 deficiency
                 ,
                 our
                 life
                 pursues
                 the
                 same
                 way
                 .
                 And
                 neuertheles
                 with
                 what
                 blindnes
                 do
                 we
                 fall
                 a
                 sleep
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 ship
                 of
                 our
                 deliciousnes
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 how
                 it
                 floats
                 vpon
                 the
                 stormy
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 as
                 abundant
                 in
                 shipwrackes
                 as
                 the
                 land
                 of
                 Mishaps
                 .
                 We
                 must
                 neuer
                 turne
                 away
                 our
                 eyes
                 from
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 Inconstancy
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 naturall
                 to
                 all
                 that
                 which
                 hath
                 subsistence
                 heere
                 beneath
                 .
                 The
                 Monarchy
                 began
                 with
                 the
                 Assyrians
                 ;
                 It
                 passed
                 to
                 the
                 Persians
                 ;
                 from
                 the
                 Persians
                 to
                 the
                 Macedonians
                 ;
                 from
                 the
                 Macedonians
                 to
                 the
                 Romanes
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 this
                 day
                 the
                 Empire
                 is
                 in
                 Germany
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 after
                 that
                 this
                 so
                 famous
                 ,
                 and
                 illustrious
                 a
                 
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 shall
                 haue
                 run
                 through
                 the
                 foure
                 corners
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 it
                 shall
                 resolue
                 into
                 earth
                 ,
                 following
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 those
                 that
                 shal
                 haue
                 possessed
                 the
                 title
                 ,
                 eyther
                 by
                 right
                 of
                 hazard
                 ,
                 or
                 by
                 the
                 right
                 of
                 Birth
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 
                   if
                   Heauē
                   &
                   Earth
                   do
                   passe
                   ,
                
                 whatsoeuer
                 shall
                 beare
                 the
                 image
                 of
                 the
                 creation
                 ,
                 is
                 cōprized
                 within
                 this
                 reuolution
                 of
                 Ages
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 concludes
                 in
                 a
                 last
                 end
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 nothing
                 so
                 great
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Hart
                 which
                 contemnes
                 all
                 Greatnesses
                 .
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 Mayster
                 of
                 all
                 which
                 is
                 in
                 Nature
                 ,
                 le
                 ts
                 forth
                 Crownes
                 and
                 Scepters
                 to
                 Kings
                 ;
                 to
                 some
                 for
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 to
                 others
                 for
                 a
                 moneth
                 ,
                 to
                 some
                 others
                 for
                 a
                 yeare
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 others
                 for
                 more
                 ;
                 but
                 after
                 the
                 terme
                 is
                 expired
                 ,
                 it
                 giues
                 no
                 more
                 dayes
                 ;
                 one
                 succeds
                 in
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 another
                 ▪
                 vnder
                 one
                 and
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 Law
                 of
                 condition
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 Kings
                 heere
                 present
                 themselues
                 that
                 haue
                 raygned
                 vpon
                 Earth
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 euery
                 one
                 hath
                 had
                 his
                 Crowne
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 likewise
                 be
                 sayd
                 ,
                 that
                 ech
                 hath
                 had
                 his
                 Tombe
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 seeke
                 not
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 vertue
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 glorious
                 contempt
                 of
                 things
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
                 Thou
                 seest
                 how
                 Magnificences
                 haue
                 not
                 charmes
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 their
                 glittering
                 fadeth
                 with
                 their
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 foundation
                 soeuer
                 they
                 haue
                 ,
                 they
                 
                 carry
                 in
                 their
                 being
                 the
                 Necessity
                 of
                 their
                 ruine
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 shouldst
                 thou
                 raise
                 thy
                 Ambition
                 vpon
                 Thrones
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 be
                 States
                 of
                 vnhappines
                 ,
                 and
                 inconstancy
                 ?
                 Enuy
                 not
                 Kings
                 ,
                 their
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 nor
                 Scepters
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 title
                 of
                 a
                 transitory
                 glory
                 .
                 Felicity
                 cōsists
                 not
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 rule
                 with
                 Empire
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 to
                 find
                 repose
                 of
                 life
                 in
                 the
                 condition
                 wherin
                 he
                 is
                 borne
                 .
                 And
                 what
                 more
                 sweet
                 repose
                 can
                 one
                 looke
                 for
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 desiring
                 nothing
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ?
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 pleasing
                 paine
                 to
                 be
                 alwayes
                 in
                 vnrest
                 ,
                 to
                 find
                 that
                 soueraigne
                 good
                 which
                 we
                 seeke
                 for
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 that
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 where
                 delightes
                 are
                 durable
                 in
                 their
                 excesse
                 .
                 When
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 be
                 exalted
                 aboue
                 all
                 the
                 Greatnes
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ;
                 what
                 happines
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 contentement
                 would
                 be
                 left
                 thee
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 Tyme
                 of
                 their
                 possession
                 glides
                 without
                 respit
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 pleasures
                 where
                 with
                 they
                 are
                 quickned
                 :
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 as
                 if
                 at
                 the
                 rising
                 of
                 the
                 sunne
                 thou
                 receyuest
                 Sacrifices
                 in
                 homage
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 setting
                 thou
                 shalt
                 find
                 thy selfe
                 stript
                 by
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 or
                 by
                 Death
                 .
                 Fixe
                 not
                 thy
                 thoughts
                 then
                 ,
                 but
                 on
                 the
                 obiects
                 which
                 hould
                 touch
                 with
                 Tyme
                 ;
                 nor
                 seeke
                 thou
                 euer
                 to
                 runne
                 after
                 things
                 that
                 fly
                 away
                 .
                 Thy
                 immortall
                 nature
                 cannot
                 eye
                 but
                 Eternity
                 ;
                 sigh
                 then
                 incessantly
                 after
                 its
                 Glory
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 one
                 day
                 
                 haue
                 it
                 in
                 possession
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 be
                 some
                 who
                 seeke
                 their
                 repose
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 their
                 pleasure
                 in
                 Riches
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 Gould
                 had
                 this
                 Vertue
                 to
                 eternize
                 their
                 contentments
                 .
                 
                   Set
                   not
                   thy
                   hart
                   vpon
                   things
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                
                 saith
                 the
                 Apostle
                 .
                 When
                 the
                 Poets
                 would
                 speake
                 of
                 Riches
                 ,
                 they
                 put
                 before
                 vs
                 the
                 Gould
                 of
                 the
                 riuers
                 of
                 Hebrus
                 ,
                 and
                 Paectolus
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 how
                 they
                 fly
                 away
                 from
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 waters
                 .
                 Put
                 case
                 a
                 man
                 should
                 possesse
                 all
                 the
                 treasures
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 yet
                 should
                 he
                 not
                 seeme
                 to
                 be
                 richer
                 awhit
                 for
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 were
                 but
                 the
                 guardian
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 the
                 owner
                 of
                 those
                 treasures
                 .
                 Riches
                 consist
                 not
                 in
                 possessing
                 much
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 in
                 contenting
                 ones
                 selfe
                 with
                 a
                 little
                 .
                 Cresus
                 could
                 neuer
                 satisfy
                 his
                 couetous
                 desire
                 during
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 which
                 induced
                 his
                 enemies
                 to
                 fill
                 his
                 Body
                 with
                 the
                 gould
                 wherewith
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 fill
                 his
                 Soule
                 .
                 What
                 Folly
                 to
                 seeke
                 Eternity
                 in
                 Riches
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 ordinarily
                 found
                 but
                 Death
                 .
                 This
                 very
                 man
                 heere
                 made
                 accompt
                 to
                 stuffe
                 his
                 Coffers
                 with
                 Gould
                 &
                 Syluer
                 ,
                 &
                 knew
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 Treasures
                 were
                 so
                 many
                 fatall
                 Instruments
                 that
                 serued
                 for
                 nothing
                 but
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 being
                 deceiued
                 in
                 his
                 hopes
                 ,
                 he
                 became
                 sollicitous
                 to
                 conserue
                 very
                 charily
                 the
                 meanes
                 of
                 his
                 losse
                 ,
                 &
                 of
                 his
                 ruine
                 .
                 He
                 therfore
                 that
                 goes
                 to
                 seeke
                 
                 for
                 the
                 Riches
                 of
                 the
                 East
                 ,
                 puts
                 himselfe
                 to
                 the
                 mercy
                 of
                 the
                 waues
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 seeking
                 the
                 repose
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 approaches
                 so
                 neere
                 to
                 Death
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 is
                 distant
                 from
                 it
                 no
                 more
                 than
                 the
                 thicknes
                 of
                 the
                 shipboard
                 .
                 What
                 feeblenesse
                 of
                 humane
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 to
                 put
                 in
                 hazard
                 whatsoeuer
                 one
                 holdes
                 most
                 deere
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 purchase
                 of
                 a
                 little
                 Earth
                 !
                 I
                 had
                 rather
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 be
                 Iob
                 on
                 the
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 then
                 Cresus
                 on
                 the
                 woodpile
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 one
                 flouted
                 at
                 Fortune
                 in
                 his
                 miseries
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 had
                 recourse
                 to
                 Solon
                 ,
                 to
                 repent
                 himselfe
                 for
                 not
                 hauing
                 followed
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 Pouerty
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Riches
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 latter
                 led
                 him
                 to
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 Crates
                 the
                 Theban
                 considering
                 that
                 he
                 floted
                 without
                 cease
                 within
                 this
                 vast
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 despised
                 Riches
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 to
                 suffer
                 Shipwracke
                 with
                 so
                 heauy
                 a
                 fraight
                 .
                 The
                 Wheele
                 may
                 well
                 run
                 about
                 ,
                 but
                 can
                 neuer
                 get
                 forth
                 of
                 the
                 lymits
                 of
                 its
                 Circle
                 :
                 so
                 lykewise
                 man
                 may
                 well
                 trauayle
                 ,
                 &
                 runne
                 ouer
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 heape
                 vp
                 treasures
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 fetches
                 the
                 turne
                 only
                 of
                 the
                 Circle
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 the
                 while
                 ;
                 of
                 necessity
                 most
                 the
                 Ship
                 be
                 landing
                 at
                 this
                 last
                 port
                 of
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 finds
                 himselfe
                 as
                 poore
                 ,
                 as
                 when
                 he
                 entred
                 into
                 the
                 cradle
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 for
                 
                 whome
                 the
                 Richman
                 trauayles
                 ,
                 for
                 before
                 the
                 iourney
                 of
                 his
                 trauayle
                 be
                 finished
                 ,
                 his
                 dayes
                 are
                 runne
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 being
                 on
                 the
                 point
                 to
                 reape
                 the
                 fruite
                 of
                 his
                 passed
                 paines
                 ,
                 death
                 gathers
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 repose
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 .
                 The
                 Mercinary
                 soules
                 who
                 lend
                 forth
                 their
                 conscience
                 to
                 Interest
                 ,
                 insteed
                 of
                 their
                 Money
                 ▪
                 sell
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 told
                 Coyne
                 ,
                 the
                 portion
                 they
                 pretend
                 in
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 little
                 Earth
                 .
                 Blind
                 as
                 they
                 be
                 ,
                 they
                 spin
                 the
                 web
                 of
                 their
                 captiuity
                 ,
                 &
                 forge
                 the
                 Armes
                 which
                 are
                 one
                 day
                 to
                 reuenge
                 the
                 enormity
                 of
                 their
                 crymes
                 .
                 Abused
                 soules
                 !
                 they
                 consider
                 not
                 how
                 all
                 the
                 Gould
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 yet
                 now
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 howbeit
                 the
                 greatest
                 part
                 therof
                 hath
                 beene
                 possessed
                 by
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 Mortals
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 shall
                 leaue
                 them
                 behind
                 them
                 as
                 others
                 ,
                 how
                 rich
                 soeuer
                 they
                 be
                 now
                 ,
                 without
                 carrying
                 ought
                 els
                 into
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 but
                 griefe
                 for
                 not
                 hauing
                 made
                 so
                 good
                 vse
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 should
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 what
                 point
                 of
                 misery
                 ,
                 was
                 reduced
                 the
                 impious
                 Richman
                 of
                 the
                 Ghospell
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 ,
                 after
                 he
                 had
                 possessed
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 Treasures
                 ?
                 He
                 behoulds
                 himself
                 in
                 estate
                 of
                 begging
                 a
                 drop
                 of
                 water
                 for
                 to
                 quench
                 his
                 thirst
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 serued
                 all
                 his
                 pleasures
                 past
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 augment
                 his
                 present
                 paynes
                 ?
                 He
                 employed
                 his
                 Riches
                 to
                 purchase
                 
                 Hell
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 goods
                 to
                 gayne
                 the
                 euill
                 he
                 endures
                 .
                 O
                 humane
                 Folly
                 !
                 To
                 put
                 ones
                 selfe
                 in
                 hazard
                 to
                 loose
                 Eternity
                 for
                 enioying
                 of
                 a
                 fading
                 Treasure
                 !
                 Good
                 is
                 not
                 good
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 permanent
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 looke
                 they
                 after
                 transitory
                 delights
                 ,
                 that
                 subsist
                 not
                 but
                 in
                 flying
                 .
                 Demaund
                 they
                 of
                 Cyrus
                 ,
                 what
                 hath
                 he
                 done
                 with
                 all
                 his
                 Riches
                 ,
                 &
                 he
                 will
                 answere
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 left
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 soyle
                 that
                 brought
                 them
                 forth
                 .
                 Xerxes
                 hath
                 enioyed
                 thē
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 he
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 ,
                 so
                 hath
                 he
                 borne
                 no
                 part
                 thereof
                 into
                 his
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 They
                 may
                 cause
                 monuments
                 to
                 be
                 built
                 to
                 their
                 Memory
                 ,
                 but
                 Tyme
                 that
                 deuoures
                 all
                 ,
                 hath
                 wrought
                 new
                 Tombes
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 Tombes
                 ;
                 in
                 such
                 fort
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 yet
                 there
                 be
                 memory
                 of
                 their
                 death
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 onely
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 their
                 lyfe
                 .
                 They
                 make
                 a
                 question
                 ,
                 which
                 of
                 the
                 two
                 was
                 more
                 rich
                 ,
                 eyther
                 Alexander
                 or
                 Diogenes
                 ,
                 the
                 one
                 whose
                 Ambition
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 bounded
                 with
                 the
                 whole
                 extent
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 whose
                 desire
                 &
                 hopes
                 were
                 shut
                 vp
                 in
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 his
                 Tub.
                 For
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 hould
                 with
                 Diogenes
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 is
                 the
                 richest
                 who
                 is
                 best
                 content
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 could
                 neuer
                 yet
                 imagine
                 the
                 pleasure
                 which
                 Caligula
                 tooke
                 to
                 wallow
                 vpō
                 Gold
                 ;
                 for
                 if
                 the
                 lustre
                 of
                 that
                 mettall
                 ,
                 contented
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 he
                 might
                 haue
                 beheld
                 himselfe
                 a
                 far
                 
                 of
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 eye
                 requires
                 a
                 distance
                 proportioned
                 to
                 the
                 force
                 ,
                 or
                 feeblenes
                 of
                 its
                 lookes
                 ;
                 but
                 deceaued
                 as
                 he
                 was
                 ,
                 he
                 considered
                 not
                 the
                 while
                 how
                 this
                 Gould
                 ,
                 &
                 He
                 ,
                 differed
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 but
                 only
                 in
                 colour
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 were
                 both
                 of
                 Earth
                 :
                 And
                 in
                 effect
                 they
                 can
                 not
                 authorize
                 its
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 but
                 through
                 the
                 relatiō
                 which
                 was
                 there
                 of
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 the
                 one
                 ,
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 The
                 Poets
                 represent
                 to
                 vs
                 how
                 the
                 Goulden
                 fleece
                 was
                 guarded
                 by
                 a
                 Dragon
                 ,
                 lyke
                 as
                 the
                 Goulden
                 Aples
                 of
                 Hesperides
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Morall
                 which
                 may
                 be
                 gathered
                 from
                 these
                 Fables
                 ,
                 is
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 the
                 danger
                 ,
                 and
                 payne
                 which
                 is
                 inseparable
                 from
                 the
                 conquest
                 of
                 Treasures
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Historians
                 obserue
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 all
                 the
                 Countries
                 where
                 this
                 mettall
                 abounds
                 ,
                 the
                 inhabitants
                 are
                 so
                 poore
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 haue
                 scarse
                 a
                 ragge
                 of
                 linnen
                 to
                 couer
                 their
                 nakednesse
                 withall
                 .
                 What
                 may
                 we
                 imagine
                 in
                 contemplation
                 of
                 this
                 Verity
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 Gould
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 cannot
                 tell
                 how
                 to
                 enrich
                 a
                 mā
                 while
                 the
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 are
                 borne
                 and
                 dye
                 in
                 a
                 pouerty
                 worthy
                 of
                 compassion
                 ?
                 Then
                 seeke
                 not
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 other
                 Riches
                 ,
                 then
                 those
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Thou
                 canst
                 not
                 tell
                 how
                 to
                 buy
                 heauen
                 withall
                 the
                 gold
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ;
                 and
                 without
                 the
                 enioying
                 of
                 its
                 felicities
                 ,
                 
                 all
                 goods
                 are
                 counterfait
                 ,
                 &
                 al
                 Sweetnesses
                 but
                 full
                 of
                 Bitternes
                 .
                 Imagine
                 thee
                 now
                 to
                 lyue
                 vnder
                 the
                 Reigne
                 of
                 a
                 goulden
                 Age
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 through
                 an
                 excesse
                 of
                 Fortune
                 thou
                 treadest
                 vnder
                 foot
                 all
                 the
                 Pearles
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 goulden
                 haruest
                 of
                 the
                 Indies
                 .
                 And
                 not
                 to
                 loose
                 thy selfe
                 in
                 this
                 imagination
                 ,
                 consider
                 the
                 estate
                 of
                 this
                 felicity
                 ,
                 &
                 tast
                 in
                 conceyt
                 ,
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 pleasures
                 which
                 thou
                 wert
                 to
                 possesse
                 ,
                 if
                 effects
                 should
                 answere
                 to
                 thy
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 boldly
                 confesse
                 with
                 the
                 Wiseman
                 ,
                 how
                 all
                 these
                 transitory
                 goodes
                 are
                 treasures
                 of
                 Vanity
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 iust
                 pretensions
                 thou
                 hast
                 to
                 an
                 Eternall
                 glory
                 ,
                 all
                 these
                 atomes
                 of
                 Greatnes
                 can
                 serue
                 thee
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 obiect
                 of
                 thy
                 contempt
                 .
              
               
                 Suppose
                 thou
                 wert
                 the
                 absolute
                 Mistresse
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 what
                 good
                 couldst
                 thou
                 hope
                 for
                 in
                 the
                 fruition
                 therof
                 ,
                 if
                 all
                 be
                 replete
                 with
                 euils
                 ?
                 Crimes
                 haue
                 Temples
                 there
                 ,
                 &
                 Vices
                 haue
                 Aultars
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 Idolls
                 are
                 of
                 goulden
                 Calues
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 as
                 make
                 professiō
                 to
                 follow
                 Vertue
                 ,
                 are
                 within
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 a
                 malady
                 of
                 a
                 contagious
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 common
                 opinion
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 Law
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 laudable
                 Actions
                 are
                 subiect
                 to
                 reproaches
                 .
                 Leaue
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 goods
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 to
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 
                 art
                 not
                 borne
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 &
                 seeke
                 as
                 a
                 pledge
                 in
                 the
                 sweet
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 accomplishmēt
                 of
                 thy
                 delightes
                 .
                 The
                 world
                 is
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 satiate
                 thy
                 desires
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 hath
                 nothing
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 not
                 transitory
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 ,
                 it
                 be
                 susteyned
                 in
                 its
                 inconstancy
                 ,
                 it
                 leaues
                 not
                 to
                 wax
                 old
                 in
                 changing
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 ruine
                 it selfe
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 ,
                 in
                 ruyning
                 all
                 things
                 .
                 Thinke
                 neuer
                 then
                 but
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Speake
                 not
                 but
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Let
                 thy
                 desires
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Hopes
                 regard
                 but
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Let
                 alwayes
                 Eternity
                 be
                 in
                 thy
                 memory
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 contēpt
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 within
                 thy
                 hart
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 beest
                 capabel
                 of
                 Hatred
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 Earth
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 thou
                 beest
                 capable
                 of
                 Loue
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 but
                 for
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 mansion
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 others
                 who
                 seeke
                 their
                 contentment
                 in
                 magnificent
                 Pallaces
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 were
                 shelters
                 of
                 proofe
                 ,
                 against
                 disasters
                 and
                 misfortunes
                 .
                 Charles
                 the
                 VIII
                 .
                 tooke
                 pleasure
                 to
                 build
                 very
                 proud
                 Fabrikes
                 ,
                 as
                 belieuing
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 ,
                 to
                 close
                 his
                 eyes
                 in
                 dying
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 Splendour
                 of
                 their
                 wonders
                 ;
                 but
                 his
                 lot
                 ,
                 an
                 Enemy
                 of
                 his
                 hopes
                 ,
                 snatched
                 away
                 his
                 last
                 breath
                 ,
                 being
                 sound
                 of
                 health
                 ,
                 vpon
                 a
                 straw
                 bed
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 place
                 encompassed
                 round
                 with
                 Misery
                 .
                 Heliogabalus
                 likewise
                 was
                 deceued
                 of
                 his
                 purpose
                 ,
                 for
                 being
                 on
                 the
                 point
                 
                 when
                 the
                 ●enormity
                 of
                 his
                 Crymes
                 had
                 passed
                 sentence
                 of
                 his
                 Death
                 on
                 behalfe
                 of
                 the
                 Gods
                 ,
                 he
                 shuts
                 himselfe
                 in
                 the
                 fairest
                 hall
                 of
                 his
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 and
                 prepares
                 for
                 his
                 Enemies
                 all
                 the
                 Richest
                 instruments
                 of
                 Death
                 he
                 could
                 recouer
                 ,
                 as
                 thinking
                 to
                 sweeten
                 the
                 bitternes
                 thereof
                 with
                 so
                 goodly
                 armes
                 :
                 but
                 his
                 foresight
                 was
                 vnprofitable
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 Gods
                 permitted
                 ,
                 that
                 as
                 he
                 had
                 tasted
                 the
                 sweetest
                 pleasures
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 feele
                 in
                 Death
                 the
                 cruelst
                 dolours
                 .
                 Hermenides
                 had
                 ,
                 to
                 much
                 purpose
                 surely
                 ,
                 caused
                 very
                 stately
                 Pallaces
                 to
                 be
                 erected
                 in
                 the
                 dominion
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 was
                 to
                 dy
                 in
                 his
                 Charriot
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 rouling
                 House
                 that
                 should
                 conduct
                 him
                 to
                 his
                 Tombe
                 .
                 That
                 famous
                 Temple
                 of
                 Salomon
                 was
                 twice
                 ruined
                 by
                 the
                 Assyrians
                 ,
                 then
                 reedified
                 by
                 the
                 Iewes
                 ,
                 and
                 againe
                 was
                 ruined
                 by
                 the
                 Romanes
                 .
                 And
                 after
                 that
                 Traian
                 had
                 caused
                 that
                 Magnificient
                 Bridge
                 to
                 be
                 built
                 vpō
                 Danubius
                 ,
                 the
                 waues
                 neuer
                 left
                 roaring
                 vntill
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 they
                 had
                 buried
                 in
                 their
                 bosome
                 the
                 last
                 marke
                 of
                 its
                 being
                 .
                 These
                 Piramids
                 of
                 Egypt
                 which
                 with
                 their
                 sharp
                 points
                 seemed
                 to
                 outface
                 the
                 Heauens
                 haue
                 beene
                 quite
                 ouerthrowne
                 by
                 tyme
                 ,
                 within
                 such
                 an
                 Abysse
                 of
                 ruine
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 put
                 them
                 now
                 in
                 the
                 rancke
                 of
                 dreames
                 ,
                 and
                 fables
                 .
              
               
               
                 Besides
                 ,
                 it
                 seemes
                 in
                 all
                 these
                 magnificēt
                 Fabrikes
                 how
                 Art
                 &
                 Nature
                 contribute
                 but
                 a
                 backewardnes
                 .
                 The
                 Stones
                 and
                 Tymber
                 are
                 made
                 to
                 be
                 dragged
                 by
                 force
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 they
                 lend
                 but
                 eares
                 to
                 the
                 pushes
                 of
                 this
                 cōstraint
                 ,
                 they
                 shall
                 marke
                 how
                 the
                 waggons
                 that
                 beare
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Engines
                 which
                 susteine
                 them
                 ,
                 seeme
                 to
                 grone
                 vnder
                 the
                 burthen
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 complayned
                 of
                 their
                 Folly.
                 I
                 esteeme
                 a
                 farre
                 greater
                 pleasure
                 to
                 dy
                 vnder
                 the
                 roofe
                 of
                 a
                 Cottage
                 ,
                 then
                 vnder
                 the
                 fret-worke
                 seeling
                 of
                 a
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 because
                 in
                 that
                 they
                 cannot
                 be
                 touched
                 with
                 griefe
                 to
                 abandō
                 the
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 place
                 ,
                 the
                 Riches
                 they
                 admire
                 therein
                 ,
                 seeme
                 to
                 make
                 vs
                 very
                 sensible
                 of
                 the
                 priuation
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 serued
                 the
                 great
                 Buildings
                 which
                 the
                 Queene
                 Semiramis
                 caused
                 to
                 be
                 erected
                 on
                 the
                 face
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 matter
                 of
                 shame
                 and
                 confusion
                 in
                 their
                 Ruine
                 ?
                 The
                 Queene
                 of
                 Saba
                 had
                 a
                 whole
                 towne
                 for
                 her
                 House
                 ,
                 and
                 after
                 her
                 Death
                 ,
                 both
                 she
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 her
                 Greatnesses
                 were
                 enclosed
                 within
                 a
                 little
                 space
                 of
                 a
                 Cubits
                 breadth
                 .
                 What
                 folly
                 to
                 go
                 about
                 to
                 build
                 vpon
                 a
                 Territory
                 ,
                 where
                 one
                 lodges
                 not
                 but
                 in
                 passing
                 as
                 a
                 Pilgrime
                 ?
                 From
                 the
                 tyme
                 we
                 are
                 borne
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 were
                 but
                 capable
                 of
                 Action
                 we
                 should
                 be
                 occupied
                 in
                 making
                 our
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 since
                 Tyme
                 seemes
                 to
                 lead
                 vs
                 thereunto
                 
                 unto
                 with
                 an
                 incredible
                 swiftnes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 infirmity
                 of
                 building
                 do
                 seize
                 &
                 possesse
                 vs
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 build
                 Temples
                 to
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 him
                 who
                 prepares
                 the
                 Eternity
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 is
                 become
                 of
                 that
                 proud
                 Babylon
                 ,
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 credible
                 that
                 its
                 onely
                 ruine
                 eternized
                 the
                 name
                 ?
                 The
                 Locrians
                 built
                 a
                 Temple
                 to
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Moone
                 its
                 Sister
                 being
                 iealous
                 of
                 this
                 Glory
                 ,
                 obteyned
                 of
                 the
                 Destines
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 it
                 ruine
                 ;
                 for
                 during
                 the
                 raygne
                 of
                 the
                 Night
                 ,
                 the
                 Ayre
                 ,
                 and
                 wind
                 did
                 satiate
                 ,
                 their
                 hūger
                 with
                 its
                 Ashes
                 .
                 When
                 I
                 thinke
                 of
                 this
                 dreadfull
                 vicissitude
                 of
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 which
                 alters
                 all
                 things
                 ,
                 vnto
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 making
                 vs
                 quite
                 to
                 loose
                 the
                 remēbrance
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 I
                 contemne
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 presented
                 to
                 my
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 no
                 reckoning
                 thereof
                 ,
                 since
                 so
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 the
                 fayrest
                 obiects
                 change
                 the
                 face
                 .
                 If
                 your
                 first
                 Father
                 were
                 now
                 risen
                 agayne
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 quite
                 forget
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 in
                 an
                 age
                 hath
                 it
                 changed
                 the
                 countenance
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 loue
                 the
                 change
                 then
                 in
                 this
                 inconstant
                 and
                 transitory
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 euery
                 one
                 follow
                 his
                 lot
                 without
                 constraynt
                 &
                 without
                 tyranny
                 in
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 vertue
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 arriue
                 at
                 this
                 pleasing
                 habitation
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
               
                 Man
                 makes
                 greatly
                 to
                 appeare
                 both
                 his
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 Pride
                 in
                 these
                 Buildings
                 ,
                 
                 where
                 he
                 would
                 seeme
                 to
                 establish
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 could
                 ,
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 some
                 shelter
                 ,
                 that
                 might
                 be
                 of
                 proofe
                 agaynst
                 the
                 stormes
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 crime
                 of
                 his
                 vnknowledgement
                 is
                 so
                 enormous
                 a
                 thing
                 ,
                 as
                 seemes
                 to
                 pull
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 the
                 thunders
                 of
                 Heauen
                 .
                 
                   Learne
                   thou
                   Earth
                
                 (
                 sayth
                 Wisedome
                 ,
                 speaking
                 of
                 man
                 )
                 
                   to
                   put
                   thy selfe
                   vnder
                   foot
                   ,
                   it
                   is
                   thy
                   property
                   so
                   to
                   be
                   trampled
                   on
                   :
                   for
                   if
                   thou
                   flewest
                   in
                   the
                   Ayre
                   ▪
                   it
                   could
                   be
                   but
                   as
                   dust
                   ,
                   so
                   as
                   thine
                   Arrogancy
                   cannot
                   subsist
                   but
                   in
                   folly
                   .
                
                 If
                 man
                 would
                 consider
                 without
                 cease
                 to
                 what
                 point
                 he
                 is
                 reduced
                 ,
                 his
                 spirit
                 would
                 not
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 conceiue
                 but
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 Humility
                 .
                 Before
                 his
                 birth
                 he
                 was
                 nothing
                 ;
                 after
                 his
                 birth
                 ,
                 he
                 is
                 so
                 smal
                 as
                 we
                 dare
                 not
                 speake
                 it
                 ,
                 for
                 in
                 a
                 word
                 is
                 he
                 nothing
                 but
                 a
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 couered
                 ouer
                 with
                 snow
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 disposition
                 of
                 corruption
                 prepares
                 a
                 food
                 ,
                 and
                 nourishment
                 for
                 the
                 wormes
                 :
                 whereof
                 then
                 should
                 he
                 seeme
                 to
                 wax
                 proud
                 ,
                 whose
                 end
                 is
                 pouerty
                 and
                 corruption
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 take
                 any
                 vanity
                 at
                 the
                 Suns
                 rising
                 for
                 the
                 Greatnes
                 he
                 possesseth
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 setting
                 of
                 this
                 Starre
                 ,
                 we
                 shall
                 all
                 be
                 equall
                 .
              
               
                 Marke
                 attentiuely
                 (
                 sayth
                 
                   S.
                   Iohn
                   Chrysostome
                
                 )
                 the
                 sepulchers
                 of
                 Dead
                 men
                 ,
                 &
                 seeke
                 round
                 about
                 for
                 some
                 signes
                 of
                 their
                 passed
                 Greatnesses
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 those
                 Tombes
                 do
                 send
                 
                 forth
                 any
                 flash
                 of
                 Magnificēce
                 to
                 thine
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 conuey
                 thy
                 Thoughtes
                 thereinto
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 find
                 but
                 corruption
                 .
                 Their
                 ioy
                 is
                 extinct
                 with
                 their
                 life
                 ,
                 their
                 pleasures
                 past
                 ouer
                 with
                 their
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 their
                 riches
                 are
                 abiding
                 in
                 their
                 Coffers
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 publish
                 their
                 folly
                 touching
                 the
                 vnprofitable
                 care
                 they
                 haue
                 had
                 in
                 heaping
                 them
                 together
                 .
                 They
                 haue
                 left
                 their
                 Pallaces
                 at
                 the
                 first
                 terme
                 of
                 their
                 possessiō
                 without
                 so
                 much
                 leasure
                 only
                 as
                 to
                 accompt
                 with
                 their
                 Host.
                 Earth
                 ,
                 that
                 art
                 but
                 Earth
                 ,
                 in
                 thy
                 natiuity
                 ,
                 Earth
                 in
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 in
                 Earth
                 the
                 end
                 !
                 wherfore
                 art
                 thou
                 proud
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 art
                 but
                 flesh
                 in
                 apparence
                 ,
                 &
                 putrifaction
                 in
                 effect
                 ?
                 I
                 commend
                 greatly
                 the
                 custome
                 of
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Molucca's
                 ,
                 who
                 build
                 not
                 their
                 houses
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 tyme
                 only
                 they
                 imagine
                 to
                 lyue
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 dying
                 oblige
                 their
                 children
                 to
                 do
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 Arpilaus
                 King
                 of
                 the
                 Medes
                 had
                 caused
                 a
                 very
                 stately
                 Pallace
                 to
                 be
                 built
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 would
                 end
                 his
                 dayes
                 :
                 but
                 from
                 the
                 instant
                 that
                 Tyme
                 had
                 strooke
                 the
                 houre
                 of
                 his
                 retrait
                 ,
                 his
                 enemyes
                 entred
                 into
                 this
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 and
                 cast
                 him
                 forth
                 of
                 the
                 window
                 .
                 Cleophon
                 the
                 Lydian
                 dyed
                 ouerwhelmed
                 with
                 the
                 ruines
                 of
                 his
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 Iulianus
                 notes
                 how
                 he
                 had
                 no
                 other
                 tombe
                 .
                 Rid
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 from
                 these
                 vayne
                 ambitions
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 lodge
                 in
                 Pallaces
                 ,
                 knowing
                 
                 how
                 the
                 worms
                 in
                 pledge
                 do
                 harbour
                 with
                 in
                 the
                 house
                 of
                 thy
                 body
                 .
                 Thou
                 beholdest
                 so
                 many
                 goodly
                 Edifices
                 ,
                 whose
                 Gould
                 and
                 Marble
                 seeme
                 to
                 defye
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 destroy
                 them
                 ,
                 yet
                 within
                 an
                 age
                 they
                 abate
                 their
                 pride
                 and
                 with
                 easy
                 paces
                 begin
                 to
                 follow
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 their
                 ruine
                 ,
                 reteyning
                 somthing
                 of
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 those
                 workemen
                 .
                 Iob
                 had
                 a
                 farre
                 better
                 grace
                 vpon
                 his
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 then
                 on
                 a
                 Throne
                 ,
                 for
                 what
                 spectacle
                 was
                 it
                 to
                 put
                 ashes
                 &
                 corruptiō
                 vpon
                 cloth
                 of
                 gold
                 ?
                 Leaue
                 these
                 pallaces
                 to
                 men
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 blind
                 with
                 a
                 brutish
                 ignorāce
                 do
                 establish
                 the
                 foūdation
                 of
                 their
                 pleasures
                 in
                 thē
                 .
                 Thou
                 knowest
                 ,
                 that
                 death
                 enters
                 euery
                 where
                 ,
                 and
                 since
                 thy
                 God
                 dyed
                 in
                 a
                 desert
                 Mountayne
                 ,
                 wherein
                 the
                 excesse
                 of
                 his
                 Misery
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 a
                 drop
                 of
                 water
                 to
                 quench
                 his
                 thirst
                 ,
                 shut
                 thine
                 eyes
                 to
                 the
                 glistering
                 of
                 those
                 guilded
                 feelings
                 ,
                 and
                 suffer
                 not
                 this
                 foule
                 reproach
                 at
                 any
                 tyme
                 to
                 expire
                 vpon
                 flowers
                 ,
                 whiles
                 thy
                 Sauiour
                 gaue
                 vp
                 the
                 ghost
                 on
                 thorns
                 .
                 Do
                 thou
                 follow
                 him
                 then
                 in
                 his
                 glorious
                 actiōs
                 ,
                 &
                 build
                 thee
                 a
                 Temple
                 within
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 where
                 ech
                 moment
                 of
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 thou
                 mayst
                 addresse
                 to
                 him
                 vowes
                 thou
                 art
                 to
                 make
                 for
                 Eternity
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 goodly
                 Pallaces
                 of
                 his
                 dwelling
                 are
                 of
                 proof
                 against
                 the
                 inconstancy
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
              
               
               
                 If
                 the
                 imagination
                 could
                 attract
                 to
                 it selfe
                 all
                 the
                 obiects
                 in
                 distance
                 from
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 represent
                 them
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 before
                 thy
                 eyes
                 ;
                 how
                 many
                 mischiefes
                 should
                 we
                 behould
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 Deathes
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 many
                 dying
                 liues
                 ?
                 They
                 hould
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 vacuity
                 in
                 nature
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 easily
                 belieue
                 it
                 ,
                 since
                 miseries
                 seeme
                 to
                 take
                 vp
                 all
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 accident
                 ,
                 so
                 inseparable
                 to
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 accompanies
                 him
                 to
                 his
                 Graue
                 .
                 Euery
                 one
                 hath
                 his
                 dolours
                 affected
                 in
                 like
                 sort
                 as
                 his
                 pleasures
                 are
                 ,
                 but
                 some
                 ripen
                 as
                 they
                 put
                 forth
                 ,
                 and
                 others
                 gather
                 strength
                 in
                 their
                 feeblenes
                 ,
                 to
                 eternize
                 their
                 durance
                 .
                 How
                 dreadfull
                 would
                 this
                 Theater
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 seeme
                 to
                 be
                 ,
                 if
                 one
                 should
                 behold
                 all
                 the
                 Tragedies
                 which
                 are
                 acted
                 therin
                 .
                 Phirra
                 quenches
                 her
                 fury
                 with
                 her
                 fathers
                 bloud
                 .
                 Eumenides
                 is
                 reuenged
                 of
                 her
                 mother
                 through
                 poyson
                 .
                 Curtius
                 buryes
                 his
                 brother
                 within
                 his
                 cradle
                 .
                 Pernesius
                 plucks
                 out
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 his
                 sister
                 Etna
                 .
                 And
                 Symocles
                 ,
                 being
                 an
                 enemy
                 to
                 his
                 race
                 ,
                 sets
                 the
                 Pallace
                 on
                 fire
                 where
                 his
                 parents
                 were
                 assembled
                 ;
                 and
                 I
                 should
                 thinke
                 the
                 fire
                 of
                 his
                 choller
                 was
                 the
                 first
                 sparke
                 of
                 that
                 consuming
                 fire
                 .
                 Nero
                 seekes
                 nourishment
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 satisfy
                 his
                 cruelty
                 in
                 the
                 bowels
                 of
                 his
                 mother
                 ;
                 but
                 God
                 permitted
                 the
                 Executioners
                 should
                 hold
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 delinquēts
                 on
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 their
                 death
                 ,
                 
                 when
                 they
                 gaue
                 vp
                 their
                 lyfe
                 to
                 the
                 assaults
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 dolours
                 ,
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 cruell
                 then
                 Death
                 it selfe
                 .
              
               
                 Consider
                 all
                 these
                 dismall
                 accidents
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 which
                 happen
                 euery
                 moment
                 .
                 One
                 is
                 consumed
                 with
                 fire
                 ,
                 as
                 Pliny
                 ,
                 another
                 is
                 hanged
                 ,
                 as
                 Polycrates
                 ;
                 heere
                 one
                 is
                 cast
                 downe
                 headlong
                 ,
                 as
                 Lycurgus
                 ;
                 there
                 was
                 another
                 burned
                 with
                 a
                 thunder-bolt
                 ,
                 like
                 Esculapius
                 .
                 There
                 haue
                 some
                 been
                 drowned
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 ,
                 as
                 
                   Marcus
                   Marcellus
                   .
                   Curtius
                
                 was
                 swallowed
                 vp
                 in
                 a
                 bottomeles
                 pit
                 .
                 Eschyllus
                 the
                 Philosopher
                 had
                 his
                 head
                 crushed
                 with
                 a
                 Tortesse
                 shell
                 ▪
                 Cesar
                 was
                 slaine
                 by
                 such
                 as
                 he
                 tooke
                 to
                 be
                 his
                 friends
                 .
                 Cicero's
                 head
                 was
                 cut
                 off
                 vpon
                 the
                 boot
                 of
                 his
                 caroch
                 .
                 Euripides
                 was
                 deuored
                 by
                 dogs
                 .
                 Cleopatra
                 died
                 with
                 the
                 sting
                 of
                 a
                 serpent
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 her
                 despaire
                 .
                 Socrates
                 is
                 poysoned
                 ;
                 Aristo
                 dieth
                 of
                 famine
                 ;
                 Seneca
                 through
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 a
                 launcet
                 .
                 Cold
                 tooke
                 away
                 the
                 lyfe
                 from
                 
                   Neocles
                   ;
                   Tarquinius
                   Priscus
                
                 was
                 strangled
                 with
                 a
                 fish-bone
                 ;
                 Lucia
                 the
                 daughter
                 of
                 Aurelius
                 dyes
                 with
                 the
                 point
                 of
                 a
                 needle
                 .
                 Elacea
                 drownes
                 her
                 lyfe
                 in
                 the
                 ice
                 of
                 a
                 glasse
                 of
                 water
                 .
                 Anacreon
                 is
                 choked
                 with
                 swallowing
                 but
                 the
                 kernell
                 of
                 a
                 raysin
                 .
                 And
                 Fabius
                 the
                 Pretour
                 suffered
                 shipwracke
                 in
                 a
                 messe
                 of
                 Milke
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 encounter
                 with
                 a
                 little
                 hayre
                 was
                 the
                 Rocke
                 he
                 fell
                 vpon
                 .
                 Sophocles
                 
                 and
                 Diagoras
                 dyed
                 of
                 ioy
                 ,
                 and
                 Philemon
                 with
                 too
                 much
                 laughing
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 
                   Zeuxis
                   .
                   Fabius
                   Maximus
                
                 dyed
                 in
                 the
                 field
                 ,
                 as
                 Lepidus
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 nor
                 make
                 vse
                 of
                 the
                 examples
                 of
                 our
                 ages
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 fresh
                 ;
                 and
                 it
                 sufficeth
                 that
                 their
                 memory
                 is
                 as
                 sad
                 as
                 odious
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 seest
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 how
                 death
                 disportes
                 himselfe
                 with
                 Crownes
                 ;
                 Thou
                 seest
                 how
                 he
                 tramples
                 Scepters
                 vnder
                 foot
                 ,
                 &
                 how
                 in
                 the
                 presse
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 his
                 Sith
                 spareth
                 not
                 any
                 one
                 .
                 Such
                 a
                 one
                 to
                 day
                 lynes
                 Contented
                 ,
                 who
                 to
                 morrow
                 shall
                 dye
                 Miserable
                 .
                 One
                 moment
                 onely
                 seuers
                 vs
                 from
                 death
                 and
                 mishap
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 respit
                 betweene
                 lyuing
                 and
                 dying
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 me
                 verily
                 to
                 belieue
                 ,
                 that
                 Being
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 Being
                 in
                 man
                 differ
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 lyues
                 not
                 but
                 dying
                 ,
                 and
                 moues
                 not
                 but
                 to
                 bound
                 his
                 actions
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 whither
                 he
                 postes
                 without
                 stop
                 .
                 Earth
                 !
                 Who
                 art
                 but
                 Earth
                 !
                 Earth
                 within
                 the
                 cradle
                 .
                 Earth
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 and
                 Earth
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 !
                 Stay
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 Time
                 which
                 leades
                 thee
                 will
                 not
                 suffer
                 it
                 ,
                 consider
                 in
                 so
                 hasting
                 to
                 the
                 funerall
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 Earth
                 goes
                 to
                 ioyne
                 with
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 doth
                 follow
                 step
                 by
                 step
                 ,
                 to
                 resume
                 its
                 first
                 forme
                 in
                 the
                 dust
                 .
                 They
                 would
                 faine
                 haue
                 made
                 Iob
                 belieue
                 on
                 
                 his
                 dunghill
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 lost
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 in
                 his
                 losse
                 he
                 was
                 brought
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 point
                 of
                 misery
                 ;
                 but
                 I
                 imagine
                 the
                 contrary
                 ,
                 for
                 he
                 sitting
                 on
                 his
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 was
                 found
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 his
                 proper
                 heritage
                 :
                 and
                 by
                 how
                 much
                 deeper
                 he
                 was
                 buryed
                 in
                 corruption
                 ,
                 so
                 much
                 was
                 he
                 the
                 forwarder
                 in
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 
                   if
                   it
                   be
                   true
                   ,
                   that
                   man
                   is
                   nought
                   but
                   mire
                   and
                   durt
                   .
                
              
               
                 Let
                 Kings
                 make
                 a
                 shew
                 of
                 their
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 eyther
                 in
                 feasts
                 ,
                 as
                 Lucullus
                 ,
                 or
                 in
                 apparrell
                 ,
                 as
                 Tiberius
                 ,
                 or
                 be
                 it
                 in
                 other
                 sorts
                 of
                 Magnificences
                 ,
                 all
                 their
                 instruments
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 vanish
                 into
                 smoke
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 they
                 .
                 If
                 the
                 ashes
                 of
                 Kings
                 and
                 Subiects
                 were
                 mingled
                 together
                 ,
                 it
                 were
                 impossible
                 to
                 distinguish
                 the
                 one
                 from
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 Nature
                 ,
                 and
                 al
                 carrying
                 the
                 face
                 of
                 a
                 like
                 forme
                 .
                 The
                 greatest
                 Monarches
                 are
                 men
                 for
                 Death
                 .
                 This
                 flash
                 of
                 life
                 which
                 so
                 dazels
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 subiects
                 ,
                 fades
                 away
                 like
                 the
                 beauty
                 of
                 the
                 rose
                 at
                 the
                 setting
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 .
                 How
                 many
                 Kings
                 haue
                 there
                 beene
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 since
                 the
                 birth
                 thereof
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 were
                 it
                 impossible
                 to
                 find
                 out
                 the
                 least
                 marke
                 of
                 their
                 Tombes
                 ,
                 whiles
                 some
                 are
                 buryed
                 in
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 as
                 Lertius
                 ;
                 others
                 in
                 the
                 flames
                 ,
                 as
                 Hermasonus
                 ;
                 some
                 heere
                 in
                 gulfes
                 ,
                 as
                 Lentellinus
                 ;
                 &
                 others
                 there
                 
                 in
                 the
                 ample
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 aire
                 ,
                 where
                 their
                 dust
                 is
                 scattered
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 of
                 Pauzenas
                 King
                 of
                 the
                 Locrians
                 .
                 And
                 of
                 all
                 together
                 can
                 there
                 hardly
                 be
                 griped
                 an
                 handfull
                 of
                 dust
                 :
                 so
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 turned
                 to
                 their
                 nothing
                 .
              
               
                 Ah!
                 how
                 now
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 wilt
                 thou
                 see
                 buried
                 with
                 a
                 dry
                 eye
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 Nature
                 hath
                 more
                 faire
                 ,
                 the
                 Earth
                 more
                 rich
                 ,
                 &
                 Art
                 more
                 precious
                 ?
                 Wilt
                 thou
                 see
                 dye
                 euery
                 moment
                 the
                 subiects
                 of
                 thy
                 Loue
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 alliance
                 thou
                 hast
                 made
                 with
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 without
                 abating
                 thy
                 vanity
                 ,
                 and
                 humbling
                 thy
                 arrogancy
                 ?
                 What
                 expects
                 thou
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 if
                 all
                 its
                 goods
                 be
                 false
                 ,
                 and
                 euills
                 true
                 ?
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 assurance
                 to
                 be
                 found
                 but
                 in
                 Death
                 ,
                 nor
                 consolation
                 to
                 be
                 had
                 ,
                 but
                 constantly
                 to
                 suffer
                 its
                 Misery
                 .
                 Honours
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 Glory
                 of
                 wind
                 ,
                 Greatnesses
                 of
                 Snow
                 ;
                 and
                 riches
                 of
                 Water
                 ,
                 sliding
                 from
                 one
                 to
                 another
                 without
                 being
                 possessed
                 of
                 any
                 .
                 Repose
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 had
                 but
                 in
                 imagination
                 ,
                 &
                 pleasure
                 but
                 in
                 a
                 dreame
                 .
                 The
                 Thornes
                 spring
                 continually
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Roses
                 blow
                 without
                 cease
                 .
                 Sweetnes
                 makes
                 but
                 its
                 passage
                 only
                 heere
                 ,
                 and
                 bitternes
                 his
                 whole
                 abode
                 .
                 If
                 this
                 soyle
                 do
                 bring
                 forth
                 flowers
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 of
                 Cares
                 ;
                 if
                 it
                 beare
                 fruit
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 Peares
                 of
                 Anguish
                 .
              
               
               
                 Teares
                 are
                 heere
                 continuall
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 anoyes
                 are
                 alwayes
                 present
                 .
                 Ioy
                 is
                 not
                 seene
                 but
                 running
                 ,
                 and
                 sadnes
                 makes
                 heere
                 a
                 full
                 stop
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 place
                 where
                 Piety
                 is
                 banished
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Iustice
                 ;
                 and
                 where
                 Vices
                 reigne
                 ,
                 and
                 Vertue
                 is
                 made
                 a
                 thrall
                 .
                 Where
                 the
                 fires
                 of
                 Concupiscence
                 do
                 burne
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 those
                 of
                 Luxury
                 reduce
                 the
                 chastest
                 harts
                 into
                 Ashes
                 :
                 whence
                 it
                 comes
                 ,
                 that
                 that
                 great
                 Saint
                 demaunded
                 wings
                 to
                 carry
                 him
                 into
                 the
                 desert
                 .
                 Hope
                 is
                 heere
                 vncertayn
                 ,
                 &
                 despayre
                 assured
                 .
                 Happines
                 appeareth
                 but
                 as
                 a
                 lightning
                 ,
                 and
                 Misfortunes
                 establish
                 their
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 with
                 Empire
                 .
                 They
                 can
                 desire
                 nothing
                 heere
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 doubt
                 of
                 successe
                 :
                 they
                 can
                 expect
                 nothing
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 feare
                 to
                 loose
                 their
                 tyme.
                 Felicityes
                 ,
                 euen
                 while
                 they
                 are
                 possessed
                 ,
                 do
                 free
                 themselues
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 from
                 this
                 seruitude
                 of
                 being
                 tyed
                 to
                 vs
                 :
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 destroy
                 not
                 themselues
                 in
                 their
                 sublimity
                 ,
                 time
                 snatches
                 them
                 from
                 vs
                 at
                 all
                 houres
                 ,
                 and
                 leades
                 vs
                 away
                 with
                 them
                 .
                 What
                 is
                 the
                 world
                 but
                 a
                 denne
                 of
                 Theeues
                 ?
                 but
                 an
                 Army
                 of
                 Mutiners
                 ?
                 but
                 a
                 myre
                 of
                 Swyne
                 ;
                 a
                 Galley
                 of
                 Slaues
                 ?
                 A
                 lake
                 of
                 Basiliskes
                 ?
                 and
                 therfore
                 the
                 Prophet
                 sayth
                 ;
                 
                   shall
                   I
                   neuer
                   leaue
                   a
                   place
                   so
                   foule
                   ,
                   so
                   filthy
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   full
                   of
                   treasons
                   and
                   deceipts
                   ?
                
              
               
                 Needs
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 must
                 thou
                 lift
                 vp
                 
                 thine
                 eyes
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 Earth
                 is
                 meerly
                 barren
                 of
                 thy
                 contentments
                 .
                 Thou
                 seekest
                 the
                 Soueraigne
                 good
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 hath
                 but
                 springs
                 of
                 Euill
                 .
                 Thou
                 seekest
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 and
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 therein
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 vnconstancy
                 .
                 Change
                 thy
                 thoughtes
                 ;
                 the
                 treasures
                 which
                 thou
                 seekest
                 for
                 ,
                 are
                 not
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 since
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 ordinary
                 mansion
                 of
                 Pouerty
                 and
                 Misery
                 .
                 The
                 obiects
                 heere
                 most
                 frequent
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 Tombes
                 ;
                 nor
                 do
                 we
                 euer
                 open
                 our
                 eyes
                 but
                 to
                 see
                 them
                 layd
                 open
                 .
                 Our
                 eares
                 are
                 touched
                 with
                 no
                 other
                 sound
                 then
                 with
                 that
                 of
                 Sights
                 and
                 Playnts
                 .
                 The
                 sents
                 of
                 our
                 putrifaction
                 occupy
                 the
                 smelling
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 gaule
                 of
                 a
                 nourishment
                 ,
                 dipt
                 in
                 our
                 sweat
                 ,
                 vnfortunately
                 feeds
                 the
                 tast
                 of
                 our
                 tongue
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 turne
                 we
                 which
                 way
                 soeuer
                 we
                 will
                 ,
                 the
                 gulfes
                 ,
                 the
                 rockes
                 ,
                 the
                 fires
                 ,
                 the
                 punishmens
                 ,
                 and
                 mischiefes
                 follow
                 vs
                 ,
                 as
                 neere
                 as
                 the
                 shaddow
                 doth
                 the
                 body
                 .
              
               
                 Consider
                 attentiuely
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 the
                 importance
                 of
                 these
                 verities
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 thy
                 profit
                 of
                 anothers
                 harme
                 .
                 Represent
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 the
                 horrour
                 and
                 amazement
                 whereto
                 the
                 world
                 was
                 reduced
                 with
                 all
                 those
                 meruailes
                 ,
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 the
                 Sunne
                 withdrew
                 from
                 it
                 his
                 light
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 proud
                 buildings
                 so
                 enriched
                 with
                 Brasse
                 &
                 Marble
                 ,
                 those
                 famous
                 Temples
                 ,
                 where
                 Art
                 is
                 alwayes
                 in
                 dispute
                 
                 with
                 Nature
                 striuing
                 to
                 set
                 forth
                 their
                 works
                 ▪
                 appeare
                 to
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 Collossus's
                 of
                 shaddowes
                 ,
                 that
                 strike
                 thine
                 eyes
                 aswel
                 with
                 astonishment
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 terrour
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 reigne
                 of
                 darkenes
                 ;
                 and
                 imagine
                 how
                 the
                 pourtraite
                 of
                 this
                 horrour
                 ,
                 drawes
                 before
                 hād
                 its
                 being
                 from
                 the
                 Originall
                 ,
                 since
                 in
                 the
                 latter
                 day
                 the
                 world
                 shall
                 take
                 vpon
                 it
                 the
                 visage
                 of
                 horrour
                 ,
                 of
                 terrour
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 ruine
                 .
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 thy self
                 besids
                 ,
                 in
                 order
                 of
                 these
                 verityes
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 shadowes
                 which
                 couer
                 but
                 halfe
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 by
                 respits
                 ,
                 shall
                 very
                 shortly
                 be
                 filling
                 vp
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 Circle
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 decree
                 which
                 hath
                 beene
                 made
                 thereof
                 before
                 all
                 ages
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 as
                 since
                 the
                 day
                 must
                 end
                 at
                 last
                 ,
                 quenching
                 its
                 torch
                 within
                 the
                 most
                 ancient
                 waters
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 seeke
                 betymes
                 another
                 Sun
                 aboue
                 all
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 that
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 subiect
                 to
                 Eclypses
                 ;
                 and
                 whose
                 light
                 being
                 alwayes
                 in
                 the
                 East
                 ,
                 may
                 make
                 thy
                 happines
                 to
                 shine
                 within
                 his
                 splendour
                 ,
                 not
                 for
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 yeare
                 ,
                 or
                 for
                 an
                 age
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 an
                 Eternity
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 sweet
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 with
                 how
                 many
                 delights
                 enchauntest
                 thou
                 our
                 spirits
                 ,
                 while
                 we
                 addresse
                 our
                 thoughtes
                 to
                 thee
                 .
                 They
                 may
                 not
                 tast
                 thy
                 baytes
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 be
                 rauished
                 from
                 themselues
                 with
                 incomparable
                 contentmēts
                 .
                 
                 We
                 wander
                 ,
                 I
                 confesse
                 ,
                 whiles
                 we
                 seeke
                 thee
                 ,
                 but
                 thy
                 Labyrinthes
                 are
                 so
                 delicious
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 are
                 alwayes
                 in
                 feare
                 to
                 get
                 forth
                 therof
                 .
                 The
                 harts
                 which
                 are
                 taken
                 with
                 thy
                 loue
                 ,
                 without
                 knowing
                 thee
                 ,
                 sigh
                 after
                 thy
                 pleasurs
                 ;
                 &
                 howbeit
                 they
                 haue
                 neuer
                 tasted
                 its
                 sweetnesses
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 way
                 of
                 Idaea
                 ,
                 yet
                 find
                 they
                 no
                 repose
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 hope
                 to
                 possesse
                 them
                 one
                 day
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 Eternity
                 !
                 what
                 feelings
                 of
                 ioy
                 and
                 happines
                 dost
                 thou
                 breed
                 in
                 Soules
                 created
                 for
                 thy
                 glory
                 !
                 How
                 tedious
                 is
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 this
                 mortall
                 and
                 transitory
                 life
                 ,
                 to
                 them
                 that
                 liue
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 !
                 They
                 resemble
                 the
                 Marriner
                 being
                 tossed
                 with
                 stormes
                 &
                 tempests
                 ,
                 who
                 through
                 teares
                 ,
                 measures
                 with
                 his
                 eyes
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 moment
                 ,
                 the
                 humide
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 waues
                 for
                 to
                 discouer
                 the
                 Port
                 he
                 aspires
                 vnto
                 :
                 for
                 they
                 sayling
                 in
                 like
                 māner
                 in
                 this
                 Sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 continually
                 dashed
                 with
                 tēpests
                 of
                 misfortunes
                 ,
                 do
                 coūt
                 the
                 houres
                 ,
                 the
                 dayes
                 and
                 the
                 moneths
                 of
                 their
                 annoyes
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 long
                 pretension
                 of
                 landing
                 at
                 the
                 port
                 of
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 reborne
                 ,
                 from
                 very
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 mansion
                 of
                 thy
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 sweet
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 what
                 sensible
                 repasts
                 haue
                 thy
                 contentmentes
                 with
                 them
                 !
                 The
                 more
                 I
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 more
                 I
                 would
                 be
                 thinking
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 rapt
                 
                 in
                 this
                 diuine
                 Eleuation
                 ,
                 is
                 so
                 violently
                 pulled
                 from
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 liues
                 of
                 no
                 other
                 food
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 thy
                 diuine
                 thoughtes
                 !
                 O
                 how
                 happy
                 is
                 he
                 ,
                 who
                 establisheth
                 in
                 thee
                 ,
                 for
                 an
                 Essay
                 ,
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 his
                 felicity
                 !
                 My
                 Soule
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 be
                 content
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 thinke
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 The
                 onely
                 imagination
                 of
                 its
                 delights
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 stronger
                 then
                 thine
                 annoyes
                 .
                 What
                 griefe
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 endurest
                 ,
                 imagine
                 with
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 ioy
                 of
                 Eternity
                 can
                 neuer
                 end
                 .
                 The
                 Fastings
                 the
                 Hayrecloth
                 ,
                 and
                 al
                 the
                 sufferances
                 of
                 an
                 austere
                 life
                 can
                 neuer
                 shake
                 thy
                 constancy
                 ,
                 if
                 thy
                 desires
                 haue
                 Eternity
                 for
                 obiect
                 .
                 What
                 accident
                 soeuer
                 stayes
                 thee
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 thy
                 pilgrimage
                 ,
                 lift
                 vp
                 thine
                 eyes
                 to
                 Heauē
                 for
                 to
                 contemplate
                 the
                 Beauty
                 of
                 the
                 mansiō
                 whither
                 thou
                 aspirest
                 .
                 Thou
                 seest
                 ,
                 how
                 for
                 the
                 purchase
                 of
                 a
                 little
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 men
                 expose
                 their
                 liues
                 to
                 a
                 thousand
                 dāgers
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 possesse
                 one
                 day
                 that
                 same
                 of
                 Eternity
                 wilt
                 thou
                 not
                 hazard
                 thy
                 body
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 nought
                 els
                 ,
                 but
                 corruption
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 mercy
                 of
                 torments
                 and
                 paynes
                 ?
              
               
                 Consider
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 the
                 instability
                 of
                 all
                 created
                 things
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 not
                 thy
                 trust
                 in
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 waters
                 ,
                 snow
                 ,
                 &
                 sandes
                 are
                 the
                 foundations
                 therof
                 .
                 As
                 often
                 as
                 the
                 
                 meruailes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 attract
                 thee
                 insensibly
                 to
                 their
                 admiration
                 ,
                 breake
                 but
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 those
                 goodly
                 apparences
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 shalt
                 see
                 within
                 ,
                 how
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 Schoole
                 of
                 Vanity
                 ,
                 a
                 Faire
                 of
                 Toyes
                 ,
                 a
                 Theater
                 of
                 Tragedies
                 ,
                 a
                 labyrinth
                 of
                 Errours
                 ,
                 a
                 Prison
                 of
                 darknes
                 ,
                 a
                 Way
                 beset
                 with
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 sea
                 full
                 of
                 stormes
                 and
                 tempests
                 .
                 That
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 barren
                 Land
                 ,
                 a
                 stony
                 Feild
                 ,
                 a
                 greenish
                 Meadow
                 whose
                 flowers
                 do
                 shroud
                 Serpēts
                 ,
                 a
                 Riuer
                 of
                 teares
                 ,
                 a
                 mountaine
                 of
                 annoyances
                 ,
                 a
                 vale
                 of
                 Miseries
                 ,
                 a
                 sweet
                 Poyson
                 ,
                 a
                 Fable
                 ,
                 a
                 dreame
                 ,
                 an
                 Hospitall
                 of
                 febricitāts
                 where
                 euery
                 one
                 suffers
                 in
                 his
                 fashiō
                 .
                 Their
                 repose
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 anguishes
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 vnrest
                 is
                 replenished
                 with
                 despaire
                 .
                 Their
                 trauels
                 are
                 without
                 fruit
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 Ioyes
                 are
                 but
                 counterfet
                 ;
                 where
                 no
                 content
                 is
                 found
                 aboue
                 a
                 day
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 the
                 life
                 is
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 wretchednes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 euils
                 wherewith
                 it
                 is
                 propled
                 ,
                 could
                 be
                 counted
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 surpasse
                 in
                 number
                 the
                 atomes
                 of
                 Democritus
                 ,
                 who
                 could
                 reckon
                 the
                 maladies
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 the
                 passions
                 of
                 the
                 Soule
                 ,
                 and
                 al
                 the
                 dolours
                 wherwith
                 our
                 life
                 is
                 touched
                 .
                 Now
                 then
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 that
                 we
                 dye
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 ,
                 a
                 Death
                 to
                 vs
                 ?
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 go
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 soule
                 ,
                 to
                 God
                 ,
                 since
                 
                 he
                 cals
                 vs
                 ;
                 the
                 Sunne
                 lends
                 vs
                 not
                 its
                 light
                 but
                 to
                 shew
                 vs
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 him
                 .
                 The
                 Starres
                 shine
                 not
                 in
                 heauen
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 the
                 pathes
                 ,
                 &
                 trackes
                 therof
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 Moone
                 do
                 hide
                 her self
                 frō
                 our
                 eyes
                 by
                 Interstitions
                 it
                 cannot
                 be
                 but
                 of
                 choler
                 ,
                 as
                 sensible
                 of
                 the
                 contempt
                 we
                 shew
                 of
                 her
                 light
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 go
                 to
                 this
                 holy
                 Land
                 of
                 Promise
                 ,
                 and
                 passe
                 the
                 Red
                 Sea
                 of
                 sufferance
                 and
                 punishments
                 ,
                 in
                 exāple
                 of
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 who
                 with
                 no
                 other
                 reason
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 Loue
                 ,
                 would
                 purchase
                 ,
                 through
                 his
                 bloud
                 ,
                 the
                 Glory
                 he
                 atteyned
                 to
                 .
                 The
                 world
                 can
                 afford
                 vs
                 but
                 Death
                 ,
                 Death
                 but
                 a
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Tombe
                 but
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 wormes
                 ,
                 which
                 shal
                 be
                 fed
                 with
                 our
                 carcasse
                 .
                 They
                 runne
                 after
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 world
                 is
                 nought
                 but
                 misery
                 ;
                 they
                 do
                 loue
                 then
                 to
                 be
                 miserable
                 .
                 What
                 blindnes
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 sigh
                 after
                 our
                 mishaps
                 ,
                 &
                 passionately
                 to
                 cherish
                 the
                 subiect
                 of
                 our
                 losse
                 ?
                 Let
                 vs
                 go
                 to
                 this
                 Eternity
                 where
                 the
                 delights
                 ,
                 euer
                 present
                 ,
                 raigne
                 with
                 in
                 the
                 Order
                 of
                 a
                 continuall
                 moment
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 get
                 forth
                 of
                 this
                 mouing
                 circle
                 ,
                 and
                 breake
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 this
                 shameful
                 seruitude
                 ,
                 wherein
                 to
                 Syn
                 hath
                 brought
                 vs.
                 
              
               
                 Away
                 with
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 since
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 myre
                 and
                 dust
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 smoke
                 to
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 putrifaction
                 to
                 the
                 nostrills
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 noyse
                 of
                 thunder
                 and
                 tempests
                 to
                 the
                 eares
                 ,
                 thornes
                 to
                 the
                 hands
                 ,
                 &
                 smart
                 to
                 our
                 feeling
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 who
                 put
                 any
                 trust
                 therein
                 are
                 vtterly
                 deceyued
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 who
                 follow
                 it
                 ,
                 are
                 absolutely
                 lost
                 .
                 All
                 those
                 that
                 honour
                 it
                 ,
                 are
                 wholy
                 despised
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 sacrifice
                 to
                 its
                 Idols
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 one
                 day
                 sacrificed
                 themselues
                 ,
                 in
                 expiation
                 of
                 their
                 crimes
                 .
                 Besides
                 ,
                 we
                 see
                 ,
                 how
                 all
                 that
                 know
                 it
                 ,
                 do
                 abandon
                 it
                 ,
                 for
                 if
                 it
                 promise
                 a
                 Scepter
                 ,
                 it
                 reaches
                 vs
                 a
                 Shephooke
                 .
                 Thrones
                 are
                 seated
                 on
                 the
                 brimme
                 of
                 a
                 precipice
                 ;
                 nor
                 doth
                 it
                 euer
                 affoard
                 vs
                 any
                 good
                 turne
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 the
                 vigill
                 of
                 some
                 misfortune
                 .
                 Away
                 then
                 with
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 that
                 is
                 within
                 it
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 its
                 wōders
                 now
                 are
                 but
                 dust
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 it
                 hath
                 more
                 rare
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 Earth
                 ;
                 whatsoeuer
                 it
                 hath
                 more
                 fayre
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 wind
                 .
                 Euery
                 King
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 heape
                 of
                 Worms
                 ,
                 where
                 Horrour
                 ,
                 Terrour
                 ,
                 and
                 Infection
                 astonish
                 and
                 offend
                 the
                 senses
                 that
                 approch
                 vnto
                 it
                 .
                 Corruption
                 (
                 sayth
                 the
                 Wiseman
                 ,
                 speaking
                 of
                 man
                 )
                 
                   vaunt
                   thou
                   as
                   much
                   as
                   thou
                   wilt
                   ,
                   behould
                   thy selfe
                   brought
                   vnto
                   the
                   first
                   nothing
                   of
                   thy
                   first
                   Being
                   .
                
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 not
                 liue
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 true
                 spring
                 of
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Out
                 of
                 Eternity
                 is
                 there
                 no
                 repose
                 ;
                 out
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 no
                 pleasure
                 ;
                 out
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 all
                 hope
                 
                 is
                 vayne
                 .
                 Who
                 thinkes
                 not
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 thinkes
                 of
                 nothing
                 ,
                 since
                 out
                 of
                 Eternity
                 all
                 things
                 are
                 false
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 behould
                 but
                 Eternity
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 of
                 glory
                 .
                 All
                 flyes
                 away
                 except
                 Eternity
                 :
                 it
                 is
                 it
                 alone
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 satiate
                 our
                 defires
                 ,
                 and
                 termine
                 our
                 hopes
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 no
                 other
                 comfort
                 in
                 all
                 my
                 annoyes
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 I
                 will
                 no
                 other
                 solace
                 in
                 all
                 my
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 After
                 it
                 ,
                 do
                 I
                 desire
                 nothing
                 ,
                 after
                 it
                 do
                 I
                 looke
                 for
                 nothing
                 ▪
                 I
                 lyue
                 not
                 but
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 hart
                 sighes
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 after
                 it
                 .
                 All
                 discourses
                 are
                 displeasing
                 to
                 me
                 except
                 those
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 the
                 But
                 ,
                 and
                 end
                 of
                 all
                 my
                 actions
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 my
                 thoughtes
                 .
                 I
                 labour
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 gather
                 its
                 fruits
                 ;
                 al
                 my
                 vigils
                 point
                 at
                 the
                 pretensions
                 of
                 its
                 Crownes
                 .
                 My
                 eyes
                 contemne
                 all
                 the
                 obiects
                 ,
                 except
                 those
                 that
                 conuey
                 my
                 spirits
                 to
                 its
                 sweet
                 Idea's
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 the
                 only
                 Paradise
                 I
                 find
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 I
                 do
                 ,
                 I
                 iudge
                 my selfe
                 vnprofitable
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 refer
                 not
                 my
                 actions
                 to
                 this
                 diuine
                 cause
                 ;
                 whatsoeuer
                 I
                 thinke
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 and
                 whatsoeuer
                 I
                 imagine
                 ,
                 all
                 is
                 but
                 vanity
                 ,
                 if
                 those
                 thoughtes
                 ,
                 if
                 those
                 words
                 ,
                 &
                 those
                 imaginatiōs
                 rely
                 not
                 ,
                 in
                 some
                 fashion
                 ,
                 on
                 Eternity
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 tast
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 the
                 delightes
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 
                 thinke
                 continually
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 for
                 in
                 it
                 only
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 all
                 true
                 contentments
                 doth
                 consist
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 Glory
                 of
                 Paradise
                 .
              
               
                 AATER
                 that
                 rich
                 Salomon
                 had
                 a
                 thousand
                 tymes
                 contented
                 his
                 Eyes
                 in
                 admiration
                 of
                 the
                 fairest
                 obiects
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 found
                 in
                 Nature
                 ;
                 That
                 his
                 Eares
                 euer
                 charmed
                 with
                 a
                 sweet
                 Harmony
                 ,
                 had
                 deliciously
                 tasted
                 in
                 their
                 fashion
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 sensible
                 repasts
                 they
                 are
                 affected
                 to
                 ;
                 That
                 his
                 Mouth
                 had
                 relished
                 the
                 most
                 delicate
                 meates
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Tongue
                 finds
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 its
                 delight
                 :
                 after
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 quenched
                 the
                 thirst
                 of
                 his
                 desires
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 all
                 contentments
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 satisfied
                 the
                 appetite
                 of
                 his
                 senses
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 the
                 purest
                 delicacies
                 ,
                 he
                 cries
                 out
                 aloud
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   all
                   was
                   full
                   of
                   vanity
                   .
                
                 The
                 Pompe
                 of
                 these
                 magnificences
                 may
                 well
                 represent
                 themselues
                 to
                 his
                 remēbrance
                 ,
                 
                 but
                 he
                 cryes
                 out
                 before
                 it
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   it
                   is
                   but
                   vanity
                
                 .
                 His
                 riches
                 ,
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 his
                 Triumphes
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 his
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 serued
                 him
                 as
                 a
                 subiect
                 within
                 knowledge
                 of
                 their
                 Nature
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 exclayme
                 very
                 confidently
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 was
                 full
                 of
                 vanity
                 .
                 What
                 pleasures
                 now
                 after
                 these
                 delights
                 may
                 mortalls
                 tast
                 ?
                 What
                 Riches
                 may
                 they
                 now
                 possesse
                 ,
                 after
                 these
                 Treasures
                 ?
                 To
                 what
                 Greatnes
                 may
                 they
                 aspire
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 comprized
                 within
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 Empire
                 ?
                 To
                 what
                 sort
                 of
                 prosperities
                 may
                 they
                 pretend
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 lesse
                 then
                 his
                 happines
                 ?
                 And
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 after
                 a
                 long
                 possession
                 of
                 honours
                 &
                 delights
                 ,
                 which
                 were
                 inseparable
                 to
                 his
                 soueraigne
                 &
                 absolute
                 power
                 ,
                 he
                 publisheth
                 this
                 truth
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 and
                 wind
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 nothing
                 is
                 sure
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 but
                 death
                 ,
                 nor
                 present
                 ,
                 but
                 miseries
                 .
              
               
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 what
                 thinke
                 you
                 of
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 reason
                 not
                 somtimes
                 in
                 your selues
                 to
                 discouer
                 the
                 weaknes
                 of
                 the
                 foundation
                 ,
                 whereon
                 your
                 hopes
                 are
                 piched
                 ?
                 You
                 loue
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ;
                 but
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 knowledge
                 should
                 alwayes
                 precede
                 Loue
                 ,
                 why
                 know
                 you
                 not
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 the
                 Obiect
                 ,
                 before
                 it
                 predominate
                 the
                 power
                 of
                 your
                 affections
                 ?
                 Agayne
                 ,
                 you
                 loue
                 not
                 thinges
                 at
                 any
                 tyme
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 possesse
                 them
                 .
                 Ah
                 what
                 !
                 &
                 
                 know
                 you
                 not
                 ,
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 do
                 passe
                 before
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 lightning
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 in
                 their
                 excesse
                 ,
                 they
                 incessantly
                 find
                 their
                 ruyne
                 ?
                 you
                 thinke
                 your selfe
                 content
                 to
                 day
                 because
                 nothing
                 afflicts
                 you
                 ;
                 do
                 you
                 cal
                 that
                 pleasure
                 to
                 runne
                 after
                 pleasure
                 ?
                 for
                 it
                 is
                 impossible
                 for
                 you
                 to
                 possesse
                 that
                 imaginary
                 contentment
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 running
                 after
                 it
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 flyes
                 so
                 away
                 without
                 resting
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 represent
                 to
                 themselues
                 the
                 greatest
                 contētments
                 that
                 may
                 be
                 receyued
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 tyme
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 the
                 diuers
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 tasted
                 the
                 vayne
                 Sweetnesses
                 appeare
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 vs
                 in
                 secret
                 ,
                 what
                 remaines
                 to
                 them
                 thereof
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 Miser
                 ,
                 tell
                 vs
                 I
                 pray
                 thee
                 ,
                 what
                 pleasure
                 hast
                 thou
                 to
                 shut
                 vp
                 thy
                 goulden
                 Earth
                 ,
                 within
                 thy
                 coffers
                 ,
                 to
                 lend
                 it
                 to
                 the
                 interest
                 of
                 thy
                 conscience
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 make
                 it
                 dayly
                 to
                 increase
                 through
                 thy
                 guilty
                 cares
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 fruitles
                 watches
                 ?
                 If
                 the
                 vaine
                 Glory
                 to
                 be
                 accōpted
                 rich
                 ,
                 possessed
                 thee
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 beene
                 neuer
                 so
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 opinion
                 ,
                 and
                 apparence
                 only
                 ,
                 since
                 in
                 the
                 state
                 whereunto
                 age
                 now
                 bringes
                 thee
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Riches
                 thou
                 hast
                 heaped
                 togeather
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 yet
                 thou
                 art
                 gathering
                 ,
                 are
                 fruits
                 whereof
                 thou
                 hast
                 but
                 the
                 flowers
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 their
                 frailty
                 .
                 Thou
                 mayest
                 carry
                 the
                 key
                 of
                 thy
                 Coffers
                 long
                 
                 inough
                 ;
                 thou
                 art
                 but
                 the
                 keeper
                 of
                 thy
                 treasures
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 a
                 meere
                 Depositarian
                 thereof
                 ;
                 for
                 thy
                 auarice
                 lets
                 thee
                 frō
                 disposing
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 to
                 gyue
                 forth
                 thy selfe
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 true
                 owner
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 couldst
                 haue
                 any
                 moment
                 of
                 cessation
                 in
                 thy
                 folly
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 demaund
                 the
                 reason
                 of
                 thy
                 actions
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 where
                 thy
                 hopes
                 do
                 bound
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 glory
                 is
                 the
                 But
                 therof
                 ?
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 thou
                 wouldst
                 dye
                 rich
                 :
                 what
                 feeblenes
                 ?
                 knowest
                 thou
                 not
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 need
                 but
                 of
                 a
                 sheet
                 only
                 for
                 to
                 couer
                 thy
                 Miseryes
                 withall
                 .
                 Hast
                 thou
                 heaped
                 vp
                 money
                 in
                 thy
                 Cabinets
                 ,
                 with
                 purpose
                 to
                 erect
                 thee
                 some
                 stately
                 Monument
                 after
                 thy
                 death
                 ?
                 Foole
                 as
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 past
                 all
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 without
                 considering
                 where
                 thy
                 Soule
                 shall
                 lodge
                 after
                 thy
                 death
                 ;
                 and
                 thou
                 studiest
                 now
                 to
                 prepare
                 a
                 house
                 for
                 thy
                 body
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 for
                 the
                 worms
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 gnaw
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 putrifactiō
                 were
                 some
                 rare
                 and
                 precious
                 thing
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 thou
                 hast
                 a
                 desire
                 to
                 leaue
                 thy
                 children
                 rich
                 ,
                 true
                 Riches
                 consist
                 not
                 but
                 in
                 Vertue
                 onely
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 its
                 sweet
                 liquour
                 ,
                 oughtest
                 thou
                 to
                 milch
                 their
                 infancy
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 murse
                 them
                 continually
                 with
                 its
                 diuine
                 nourishment
                 .
                 Suppose
                 through
                 excesse
                 of
                 happines
                 thou
                 gainst
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 (
                 a
                 sport
                 of
                 Fortune
                 )
                 and
                 by
                 a
                 blow
                 of
                 a
                 sad
                 mischance
                 ,
                 
                 whereto
                 thy
                 vices
                 shall
                 haue
                 smoothed
                 the
                 way
                 ,
                 thou
                 loose
                 thy
                 Soule
                 in
                 the
                 last
                 moment
                 of
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 what
                 glory
                 past
                 ,
                 what-domage
                 present
                 ?
                 The
                 Reigne
                 of
                 thy
                 Greatnesses
                 shall
                 finish
                 so
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 thy
                 paynes
                 shall
                 then
                 begin
                 .
                 Verily
                 thou
                 shalt
                 haue
                 possest
                 all
                 the
                 goodes
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 truth
                 likwise
                 shalt
                 thou
                 feele
                 therfore
                 all
                 the
                 euills
                 within
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 a
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 make
                 thy
                 dolours
                 eternal
                 .
                 Be
                 thou
                 cōuinced
                 thē
                 by
                 reason
                 not
                 to
                 follow
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 a
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 vnhappy
                 that
                 euer
                 yet
                 quickned
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 and
                 confesse
                 with
                 me
                 how
                 there
                 hath
                 beene
                 but
                 one
                 Matthew
                 Apostle
                 ,
                 whom
                 this
                 vast
                 sea
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 hath
                 saued
                 from
                 the
                 shipwracke
                 ,
                 whereinto
                 the
                 weight
                 of
                 gold
                 &
                 siluer
                 went
                 about
                 to
                 engage
                 him
                 .
                 Bias
                 despoyled
                 himselfe
                 indeed
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Riches
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 errours
                 .
                 
                   Laertius
                   Neuola
                
                 puts
                 ouer
                 the
                 right
                 of
                 Maiority
                 to
                 his
                 brother
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 his
                 richest
                 pretensiōs
                 ;
                 but
                 in
                 despising
                 one
                 good
                 he
                 imbraced
                 not
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 Consider
                 I
                 pray
                 to
                 what
                 point
                 of
                 pouerty
                 was
                 the
                 Richman
                 brought
                 vnto
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 since
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Riches
                 ,
                 there
                 was
                 not
                 left
                 him
                 meanes
                 to
                 buy
                 a
                 drop
                 of
                 could
                 water
                 ,
                 to
                 quench
                 his
                 thirst
                 .
              
               
                 Confesse
                 then
                 ,
                 Miser
                 ,
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 to
                 be
                 
                 false
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 they
                 subsist
                 not
                 in
                 thy
                 spirit
                 ,
                 but
                 through
                 a
                 deceiptful
                 opiniō
                 that
                 blindes
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 cast
                 thee
                 into
                 a
                 pricipice
                 .
                 The
                 keeper
                 of
                 a
                 Vineyard
                 that
                 resembles
                 thee
                 ,
                 without
                 imitatiō
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 happy
                 then
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 for
                 after
                 he
                 hath
                 stirred
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 he
                 gathers
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 daies-worke
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 repose
                 a
                 sweet
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 the
                 fruit
                 of
                 his
                 paines
                 ;
                 and
                 thou
                 on
                 the
                 contrary
                 ,
                 the
                 thornes
                 of
                 thy
                 thornes
                 ,
                 since
                 an
                 eternal
                 torment
                 succeds
                 the
                 dolours
                 of
                 thy
                 dying
                 life
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 Couetous
                 men
                 in
                 seeking
                 of
                 gould
                 &
                 siluer
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 bowells
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 find
                 hell
                 without
                 piercing
                 into
                 it
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 Cēter
                 therof
                 .
                 Thou
                 proud
                 and
                 ambitious
                 Man
                 ,
                 tell
                 vs
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 thee
                 ,
                 what
                 are
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 ?
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 how
                 thy
                 Spirit
                 full
                 of
                 vanity
                 pitches
                 thy
                 hopes
                 vpon
                 the
                 highest
                 Throne
                 of
                 Fortune
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 blind
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 thy
                 faults
                 ,
                 thou
                 findst
                 no
                 glory
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 not
                 far
                 beneath
                 thy
                 merit
                 .
                 But
                 wherin
                 consists
                 thy
                 Contentment
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 to
                 expect
                 Thrones
                 ,
                 and
                 attend
                 to
                 Crownes
                 ?
                 Did
                 one
                 euer
                 see
                 a
                 feebler
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 it
                 is
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 wind
                 and
                 smoke
                 ?
                 Thou
                 tramplest
                 the
                 Earth
                 with
                 a
                 disdainfull
                 foot
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 hadst
                 reasons
                 inough
                 to
                 persuade
                 vs
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 were
                 not
                 thy
                 Mother
                 .
                 Thou
                 out-facest
                 the
                 heauens
                 with
                 an
                 arrogant
                 looke
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 thy
                 ashes
                 is
                 dispersed
                 in
                 the
                 aire
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 fly
                 any
                 higher
                 ,
                 Againe
                 ,
                 thou
                 makest
                 no
                 doubt
                 ,
                 that
                 if
                 the
                 Heauens
                 haue
                 found
                 thunder
                 to
                 punish
                 the
                 insolency
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 it
                 were
                 like
                 to
                 want
                 new
                 punishments
                 to
                 chastize
                 the
                 vanity
                 of
                 men
                 ?
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 thou
                 flatterest
                 thy selfe
                 with
                 this
                 vaine
                 beliefe
                 ,
                 that
                 being
                 raysed
                 aboue
                 the
                 common
                 sort
                 ,
                 thou
                 hast
                 beene
                 formed
                 in
                 some
                 new
                 kind
                 of
                 mould
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 thou
                 art
                 so
                 dispensed
                 with
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 law
                 ,
                 condemning
                 vs
                 to
                 the
                 sufferance
                 of
                 all
                 manner
                 of
                 paines
                 .
              
               
                 Returne
                 I
                 pray
                 thee
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 wandering
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 thine
                 eyes
                 to
                 consider
                 thy
                 ruine
                 .
                 Thy
                 Pride
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Arrogancy
                 are
                 the
                 plumes
                 of
                 the
                 Peacocke
                 ,
                 sustayned
                 by
                 two
                 foundations
                 of
                 Misery
                 ,
                 figured
                 by
                 the
                 feet
                 of
                 this
                 Foule
                 .
                 Carry
                 thy
                 head
                 as
                 high
                 as
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 it
                 must
                 necessarily
                 fall
                 of
                 its
                 pride
                 in
                 declining
                 to
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 thou
                 letst
                 thy selfe
                 be
                 dazeled
                 with
                 the
                 glittering
                 of
                 thy
                 sumptuous
                 Apparell
                 ,
                 this
                 verity
                 conuinceth
                 thee
                 of
                 folly
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 thou
                 wearest
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 the
                 worke
                 of
                 wormes
                 :
                 nor
                 do
                 I
                 wonder
                 now
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 deuoure
                 vs
                 so
                 ,
                 after
                 death
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 pay
                 themselues
                 for
                 the
                 paynes
                 they
                 haue
                 taken
                 ,
                 in
                 laying
                 the
                 web
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 we
                 couer
                 our
                 nakednes
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 regardest
                 thy selfe
                 neere
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 
                 see
                 how
                 the
                 wormes
                 of
                 thy
                 apparell
                 ,
                 couer
                 those
                 of
                 thy
                 body
                 ;
                 &
                 that
                 therefore
                 thy
                 Arrogancy
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 foundation
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 thy
                 corruption
                 .
                 And
                 vpon
                 this
                 assurance
                 tell
                 me
                 now
                 ,
                 what
                 are
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 thy
                 vanity
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 great
                 Monarkes
                 ,
                 who
                 find
                 the
                 Earth
                 too
                 little
                 to
                 bound
                 ,
                 within
                 its
                 spaces
                 ,
                 the
                 extent
                 of
                 your
                 Empire
                 ,
                 do
                 you
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 ,
                 make
                 vs
                 participant
                 of
                 your
                 Contentments
                 ,
                 and
                 tell
                 vs
                 something
                 of
                 the
                 Sweetnesses
                 which
                 you
                 tast
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 raigne
                 of
                 your
                 absolute
                 powers
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 say
                 ,
                 to
                 commaund
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 people
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 impose
                 thē
                 lawes
                 after
                 your
                 owne
                 humour
                 .
                 A
                 feeble
                 Pleasure
                 !
                 Whiles
                 it
                 proceeds
                 ,
                 but
                 from
                 a
                 Soueraignty
                 which
                 subiects
                 the
                 spirit
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 commaunds
                 ;
                 because
                 indeed
                 he
                 ought
                 to
                 correspond
                 with
                 the
                 actions
                 of
                 his
                 Subiects
                 .
                 You
                 do
                 what
                 you
                 will
                 your selfe
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 true
                 ;
                 but
                 that
                 is
                 not
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 content
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 if
                 your
                 deeds
                 be
                 not
                 exempt
                 frō
                 reproch
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 feare
                 you
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 knowledge
                 they
                 haue
                 of
                 your
                 Tyranny
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 loue
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 what
                 end
                 serues
                 the
                 affectiō
                 of
                 your
                 subiects
                 ,
                 while
                 you
                 seeme
                 not
                 to
                 merit
                 the
                 same
                 ?
                 You
                 go
                 into
                 al
                 places
                 whersoeuer
                 your
                 desires
                 call
                 you
                 ,
                 without
                 euer
                 meeting
                 with
                 resistance
                 in
                 your
                 designes
                 :
                 
                 but
                 why
                 follow
                 you
                 not
                 the
                 path
                 of
                 vertue
                 ?
                 Displeasures
                 rather
                 then
                 delights
                 attend
                 you
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 the
                 Carriere
                 .
                 I
                 know
                 well
                 how
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 Riches
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 Magnificences
                 are
                 alwayes
                 in
                 pledge
                 with
                 you
                 ;
                 but
                 therein
                 ought
                 you
                 to
                 consider
                 the
                 while
                 how
                 the
                 glory
                 which
                 enuirons
                 you
                 ,
                 seemes
                 to
                 fetch
                 the
                 same
                 course
                 which
                 the
                 Sunne
                 doth
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 it
                 flyes
                 away
                 without
                 cease
                 towards
                 its
                 West
                 ,
                 whence
                 it
                 shall
                 neuer
                 rise
                 agayne
                 .
                 Be
                 it
                 so
                 ,
                 that
                 your
                 lookes
                 seeme
                 to
                 astonish
                 the
                 stoutest
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 they
                 fauour
                 the
                 more
                 happy
                 .
                 Those
                 lookes
                 in
                 their
                 sternesse
                 ,
                 cannot
                 wound
                 but
                 the
                 culpable
                 ,
                 no-engage
                 in
                 their
                 sweetnes
                 ,
                 but
                 spirits
                 which
                 feed
                 of
                 smoke
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 doubt
                 but
                 your
                 power
                 is
                 admired
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 enuyed
                 of
                 the
                 wiser
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 greatnes
                 of
                 your
                 might
                 ,
                 concludes
                 very
                 ordinarily
                 in
                 vanity
                 .
                 We
                 must
                 confesse
                 that
                 the
                 honour
                 ,
                 &
                 life
                 of
                 men
                 are
                 in
                 your
                 hāds
                 .
                 But
                 you
                 must
                 needs
                 confesse
                 withall
                 ,
                 that
                 your
                 heades
                 also
                 ,
                 are
                 beneath
                 the
                 Sword
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 fastened
                 to
                 the
                 feeling
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 suspended
                 in
                 the
                 ayre
                 by
                 a
                 little
                 threed
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 the
                 least
                 of
                 your
                 crymes
                 may
                 pul
                 vpon
                 you
                 the
                 chastisement
                 therof
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 take
                 pleasure
                 to
                 bath
                 you
                 in
                 the
                 bloud
                 of
                 Innoēccy
                 ,
                 as
                 an
                 Otho
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 Caligula
                 ,
                 
                 the
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 prepares
                 your
                 last
                 bath
                 in
                 your
                 proper
                 bloud
                 ,
                 where
                 your
                 Soule
                 suffers
                 Shipwracke
                 with
                 your
                 body
                 .
                 What
                 then
                 are
                 your
                 delights
                 ?
                 In
                 what
                 garden
                 do
                 you
                 gather
                 their
                 flowers
                 ?
                 Verily
                 you
                 haue
                 all
                 things
                 at
                 your
                 wish
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 pleasure
                 is
                 it
                 to
                 wish
                 for
                 transitory
                 goods
                 ,
                 whose
                 priuatiō
                 causeth
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 fruition
                 afforded
                 contentment
                 ?
                 If
                 your
                 Crownes
                 ,
                 and
                 Scepters
                 are
                 agreable
                 to
                 you
                 during
                 life
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 cause
                 a
                 horrour
                 at
                 your
                 Death
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 you
                 ought
                 to
                 giue
                 accompt
                 of
                 your
                 swaying
                 them
                 .
                 You
                 are
                 but
                 Lieutenants
                 onely
                 in
                 the
                 Land
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 your
                 Reigne
                 .
                 The
                 hower
                 approaches
                 wherein
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 iustify
                 the
                 Soueraigne
                 actions
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 moments
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 to
                 know
                 (
                 in
                 truth
                 )
                 in
                 what
                 fashion
                 you
                 haue
                 disposed
                 of
                 the
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 whereof
                 you
                 were
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 meere
                 Depositarians
                 .
                 Do
                 you
                 now
                 then
                 referre
                 all
                 your
                 pleasures
                 to
                 this
                 last
                 instant
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 shall
                 know
                 how
                 the
                 way
                 is
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 thorny
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 a
                 low
                 condition
                 ,
                 and
                 voyd
                 of
                 Enuy.
                 
              
               
                 Tell
                 vs
                 I
                 pray
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lucullus
                 ,
                 what
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 thy
                 proud
                 Feasts
                 ?
                 I
                 admit
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 prodigality
                 of
                 thy
                 Magnificences
                 ,
                 hath
                 vnpeopled
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 Birds
                 ,
                 
                 and
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 fishes
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 Art
                 hath
                 exposed
                 to
                 view
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 stall
                 ,
                 her
                 last
                 inuentions
                 ,
                 to
                 glut
                 the
                 appetite
                 of
                 thy
                 foolishnes
                 .
                 Where
                 are
                 now
                 those
                 contentments
                 ?
                 Where
                 is
                 this
                 Pompe
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 this
                 lustre
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 the
                 Pallaces
                 of
                 these
                 banquets
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 the
                 Cupps
                 of
                 Gould
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Meate
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Cookes
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 the
                 Stewards
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Guesse
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 wayters
                 of
                 thy
                 Feasts
                 ?
                 All
                 is
                 slid
                 away
                 without
                 their
                 memory
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 Historyes
                 (
                 Lucullus
                 )
                 do
                 yet
                 remember
                 thee
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 onely
                 to
                 represent
                 thy
                 folly
                 to
                 Posterity
                 .
                 What
                 contentment
                 may
                 they
                 take
                 in
                 feasts
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 sweet
                 wines
                 wherwith
                 they
                 satiate
                 their
                 hunger
                 ,
                 be
                 chaunged
                 to
                 corruption
                 ?
                 They
                 take
                 pleasure
                 to
                 deuour
                 their
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 like
                 as
                 in
                 the
                 Chase
                 they
                 find
                 contentment
                 in
                 running
                 after
                 their
                 sports
                 .
                 The
                 hony
                 which
                 they
                 put
                 into
                 the
                 mouth
                 ,
                 becomes
                 bitter
                 in
                 the
                 stomacke
                 :
                 for
                 what
                 incōmodities
                 seeme
                 they
                 not
                 to
                 suffer
                 who
                 haue
                 filled
                 their
                 belly
                 withall
                 the
                 sortes
                 of
                 Meats
                 ?
                 And
                 to
                 what
                 shame
                 and
                 infamy
                 submit
                 they
                 not
                 themselues
                 ,
                 while
                 they
                 drown
                 their
                 reason
                 in
                 wine
                 ,
                 their
                 honour
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 conscience
                 all
                 at
                 once
                 ?
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 cruell
                 to
                 ones
                 selfe
                 to
                 precipitate
                 his
                 paces
                 to
                 the
                 Tomb-wards
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 we
                 dyed
                 not
                 soone
                 inough
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Againe
                 ,
                 for
                 whome
                 take
                 we
                 the
                 paines
                 to
                 treat
                 our
                 bodyes
                 so
                 ,
                 if
                 not
                 for
                 the
                 wormes
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 flesh
                 is
                 destined
                 to
                 them
                 ?
                 All
                 the
                 fat
                 which
                 we
                 gather
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 small
                 tyme
                 we
                 lyue
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 put
                 into
                 accompt
                 .
                 Why
                 ,
                 consider
                 they
                 not
                 how
                 euery
                 Banquet
                 ,
                 hath
                 its
                 last
                 course
                 ,
                 &
                 euery
                 wedding-day
                 its
                 morrow
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 ioy
                 of
                 these
                 feasts
                 seemes
                 to
                 passe
                 away
                 ,
                 as
                 swift
                 as
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 which
                 lends
                 them
                 light
                 ?
                 What
                 a
                 goodly
                 custome
                 was
                 it
                 among
                 the
                 Pagans
                 to
                 serue
                 in
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 course
                 of
                 their
                 Bāquets
                 ,
                 an
                 Anatomy
                 vpon
                 the
                 table
                 ,
                 in
                 signe
                 how
                 the
                 wormes
                 were
                 shortly
                 to
                 reduce
                 the
                 bodies
                 of
                 the
                 inuited
                 to
                 that
                 estate
                 ?
                 How
                 many
                 are
                 there
                 now
                 adayes
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 the
                 blindnes
                 of
                 Epicurisme
                 put
                 all
                 their
                 Gallantry
                 in
                 making
                 of
                 good
                 Cheere
                 ?
                 But
                 what
                 excesse
                 of
                 Bestiality
                 the
                 while
                 to
                 take
                 such
                 pleasure
                 to
                 pamper
                 the
                 body
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 whither
                 it
                 runs
                 posting
                 without
                 cease
                 ?
                 I
                 graunt
                 thou
                 hast
                 drowned
                 to
                 day
                 thy
                 Troubles
                 in
                 thy
                 Glasses
                 ,
                 and
                 hast
                 glutted
                 thine
                 appetite
                 with
                 meats
                 the
                 most
                 delicious
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 :
                 what
                 shal
                 be
                 left
                 thee
                 therof
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 but
                 gaule
                 in
                 the
                 mouth
                 frō
                 the
                 surfet
                 of
                 thy
                 riot
                 ?
                 I
                 say
                 ,
                 but
                 bitternes
                 in
                 thy
                 hart
                 ,
                 &
                 repentance
                 in
                 thy
                 soule
                 ?
                 Thy
                 Crosses
                 renew
                 againe
                 more
                 strong
                 then
                 euer
                 ,
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 the
                 priuation
                 
                 of
                 thy
                 delighs
                 .
                 Thou
                 must
                 begin
                 againe
                 to
                 morrow
                 to
                 sooth
                 thy
                 sensuality
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 day
                 following
                 the
                 same
                 tormēts
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 suffered
                 now
                 already
                 ,
                 shall
                 succeed
                 thy
                 ioy
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 when
                 all
                 the
                 lyfe
                 should
                 be
                 a
                 feast
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 seruice
                 thereof
                 were
                 alwaies
                 to
                 be
                 feared
                 ,
                 since
                 a
                 life
                 of
                 Roses
                 brings
                 forth
                 a
                 death
                 of
                 Thornes
                 .
                 Cramme
                 then
                 thy
                 body
                 withall
                 sorts
                 of
                 meats
                 ,
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 he
                 that
                 shall
                 haue
                 fasted
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 content
                 then
                 thou
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 last
                 day
                 of
                 thy
                 Banquets
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 hast
                 the
                 aduantage
                 to
                 be
                 fatter
                 then
                 he
                 ,
                 the
                 wormes
                 shall
                 fare
                 the
                 better
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 in
                 thy
                 graue
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 sensles
                 Soules
                 that
                 loue
                 but
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 Table
                 ,
                 I
                 aduertise
                 you
                 betimes
                 that
                 the
                 Feast
                 is
                 ended
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Company
                 brooke
                 vp
                 :
                 ech
                 one
                 is
                 retired
                 with
                 himselfe
                 .
                 But
                 there
                 is
                 now
                 another
                 manner
                 of
                 news
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 many
                 of
                 your
                 Cōpanions
                 are
                 dead
                 ;
                 one
                 ,
                 as
                 Ninus
                 ,
                 with
                 too
                 much
                 drinke
                 ;
                 another
                 with
                 feeding
                 ouer
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 Messina
                 .
                 He
                 there
                 hath
                 fetched
                 an
                 eternall
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 as
                 Bogrias
                 ;
                 &
                 he
                 heere
                 hath
                 cut
                 his
                 wiues
                 throat
                 in
                 his
                 wine
                 ,
                 as
                 Thessalius
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 end
                 thinke
                 you
                 ?
                 They
                 are
                 the
                 last
                 seruices
                 which
                 misfortune
                 presents
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 Course
                 of
                 your
                 feasts
                 ,
                 the
                 poyson
                 whereof
                 is
                 couered
                 with
                 
                 sugar
                 ;
                 take
                 you
                 heed
                 then
                 ,
                 &
                 play
                 not
                 with
                 such
                 formidable
                 Enemies
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 all
                 that
                 you
                 can
                 do
                 to
                 eschew
                 the
                 dangers
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 light
                 you
                 haue
                 of
                 Reason
                 ;
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 drowning
                 the
                 same
                 in
                 your
                 Banquets
                 ,
                 without
                 feare
                 of
                 suffering
                 Shipwracke
                 with
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 Away
                 with
                 these
                 Pleasures
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 which
                 fill
                 not
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 new
                 matter
                 of
                 putrifaction
                 ,
                 I
                 abhor
                 you
                 ,
                 &
                 detest
                 you
                 with
                 a
                 hatred
                 which
                 shall
                 neuer
                 dy
                 .
                 Since
                 my
                 God
                 hath
                 put
                 Thornes
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 why
                 should
                 not
                 I
                 be
                 putting
                 them
                 in
                 my
                 hart
                 ?
                 I
                 will
                 from
                 henceforth
                 quench
                 my
                 Thirst
                 within
                 his
                 Chalice
                 ,
                 and
                 gather
                 the
                 fruits
                 of
                 my
                 nourishment
                 in
                 his
                 desarts
                 .
                 My
                 Sauiour
                 hath
                 fasted
                 all
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 I
                 pamper
                 my selfe
                 euery
                 moment
                 ?
                 Let
                 death
                 come
                 vpon
                 me
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 such
                 a
                 wish
                 .
                 I
                 loue
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 too
                 well
                 ,
                 to
                 preferre
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 my
                 Body
                 before
                 thy
                 cōtentmēt
                 .
                 Take
                 then
                 thy
                 pleasure
                 in
                 the
                 Thoughtes
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 since
                 for
                 thy
                 entertaynement
                 they
                 are
                 able
                 to
                 produce
                 the
                 true
                 Nectar
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 purest
                 wine
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 you
                 ,
                 profane
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 sacrifice
                 not
                 but
                 to
                 Voluptuousnesse
                 ,
                 confesse
                 you
                 now
                 ,
                 that
                 Lazarus
                 was
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 happy
                 in
                 his
                 Misery
                 ,
                 then
                 was
                 the
                 impious
                 
                 Richman
                 in
                 his
                 Treasure
                 .
                 The
                 one
                 dyed
                 of
                 Famine
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 dyes
                 of
                 Thirst
                 in
                 Hell.
                 Agayne
                 ,
                 what
                 a
                 thing
                 were
                 it
                 that
                 all
                 wedding-feasts
                 should
                 be
                 held
                 on
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 least
                 tempest
                 might
                 troble
                 the
                 solemnityes
                 ,
                 &
                 metamorphize
                 them
                 into
                 a
                 funerall
                 pompe
                 ?
                 And
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 is
                 it
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 giue
                 themselues
                 to
                 banquet
                 vpon
                 the
                 current
                 of
                 the
                 water
                 of
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 where
                 rockes
                 are
                 so
                 frequent
                 ,
                 and
                 shipwracks
                 so
                 ordinary
                 .
                 One
                 drinkes
                 a
                 dying
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 health
                 of
                 another
                 who
                 drownes
                 in
                 his
                 glasse
                 some
                 moments
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 and
                 so
                 all
                 ,
                 Companions
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 lot
                 approch
                 without
                 cease
                 to
                 the
                 Tōbe
                 which
                 Tyme
                 prepares
                 them
                 .
                 O
                 how
                 sweet
                 it
                 is
                 (
                 said
                 that
                 Poet
                 )
                 to
                 banquet
                 at
                 the
                 Table
                 of
                 the
                 Goddes
                 ,
                 because
                 in
                 that
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 the
                 last
                 seruice
                 is
                 alwayes
                 full
                 of
                 Alöes
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 shall
                 say
                 after
                 him
                 ,
                 what
                 contentments
                 without
                 comparison
                 ,
                 receyue
                 they
                 at
                 the
                 Angels
                 Table
                 ?
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 there
                 where
                 the
                 soule
                 is
                 replenished
                 with
                 this
                 imaginary
                 sweet
                 wyne
                 ,
                 nor
                 with
                 these
                 bitter
                 sweetnesses
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 The
                 food
                 of
                 its
                 nourishment
                 is
                 so
                 diuine
                 ,
                 as
                 through
                 a
                 secret
                 vertue
                 it
                 contents
                 the
                 appetite
                 without
                 cloying
                 it
                 euer
                 .
              
               
                 Sigh
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 after
                 this
                 Celestiall
                 
                 Manna
                 ,
                 alwaies
                 fruitful
                 in
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 so
                 sweet
                 as
                 desire
                 and
                 hope
                 are
                 alike
                 vnprofitable
                 in
                 their
                 possession
                 ,
                 if
                 what
                 they
                 possesse
                 in
                 thē
                 may
                 be
                 imagined
                 to
                 be
                 agreable
                 to
                 them
                 :
                 nor
                 suffer
                 any
                 more
                 thy
                 body
                 (
                 since
                 thy
                 reason
                 may
                 mayster
                 its
                 senses
                 )
                 to
                 heap
                 on
                 its
                 dunghill
                 ,
                 corruption
                 vpon
                 corruption
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 its
                 banquets
                 and
                 Feasts
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 prepare
                 but
                 a
                 rich
                 haruest
                 for
                 the
                 wormes
                 .
                 If
                 thy
                 body
                 be
                 a
                 hungry
                 ,
                 let
                 it
                 feed
                 as
                 that
                 of
                 Iob
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 sighes
                 of
                 its
                 Misery
                 .
                 If
                 it
                 be
                 a
                 thirst
                 ,
                 let
                 it
                 be
                 quenching
                 its
                 thirst
                 with
                 the
                 humide
                 vapour
                 of
                 its
                 teares
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 of
                 Heraclitus
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 it
                 reuolt
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 put
                 it
                 in
                 chaynes
                 and
                 fetters
                 ,
                 for
                 so
                 if
                 it
                 dy
                 in
                 torments
                 it
                 shall
                 be
                 resuscited
                 anew
                 in
                 Glory
                 .
              
               
                 Sardanapalus
                 ,
                 appeare
                 thou
                 with
                 thy
                 Ghost
                 heere
                 ,
                 to
                 represent
                 in
                 Idaa
                 ,
                 those
                 imaginary
                 pleasures
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 taken
                 in
                 thy
                 luxuries
                 .
                 O
                 it
                 would
                 be
                 a
                 trimme
                 sight
                 to
                 see
                 thee
                 by
                 thy
                 lasciuious
                 Elincea
                 ,
                 disguised
                 in
                 a
                 womans
                 habit
                 ,
                 hauing
                 a
                 distaffe
                 by
                 thy
                 side
                 and
                 a
                 spindle
                 in
                 thy
                 hand
                 ;
                 what
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 those
                 allurements
                 which
                 so
                 charmed
                 thy
                 Spirit
                 ?
                 What
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 those
                 charmes
                 that
                 so
                 rauished
                 thy
                 soule
                 ?
                 What
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 those
                 extasies
                 ,
                 which
                 so
                 made
                 thee
                 to
                 liue
                 besides
                 thy self
                 ?
                 those
                 imaginary
                 Sweetnesses
                 ,
                 those
                 delicious
                 imaginations
                 ,
                 those
                 
                 agreable
                 deceipts
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 agreements
                 of
                 obiects
                 where
                 thy
                 senses
                 found
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 their
                 repose
                 ?
                 Blind
                 as
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 thou
                 cōsiderest
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 that
                 Time
                 seemes
                 to
                 bury
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 in
                 their
                 Cradle
                 ,
                 and
                 euen
                 in
                 their
                 birth
                 ;
                 how
                 they
                 runne
                 Post
                 to
                 their
                 end
                 through
                 a
                 Law
                 of
                 necessity
                 ,
                 fetched
                 from
                 their
                 violence
                 .
                 The
                 profane
                 fire
                 wherwith
                 thou
                 wast
                 burned
                 ,
                 hath
                 reduced
                 thy
                 hart
                 into
                 Ashes
                 ,
                 with
                 thy
                 body
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 hath
                 metamorphized
                 the
                 imaginary
                 paradise
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 into
                 a
                 true
                 Hell
                 ,
                 where
                 Cruelty
                 shall
                 punish
                 thee
                 without
                 cease
                 for
                 the
                 cryme
                 of
                 thy
                 lust
                 .
                 I
                 confesse
                 that
                 the
                 Sunne
                 hath
                 lent
                 thee
                 its
                 light
                 during
                 an
                 Age
                 ,
                 for
                 thee
                 to
                 tast
                 very
                 greedily
                 the
                 pleasures
                 &
                 sweetnesses
                 of
                 transitory
                 goods
                 .
                 But
                 that
                 age
                 is
                 past
                 ,
                 the
                 sweetnesses
                 vanished
                 ,
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 at
                 an
                 end
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 thy
                 goods
                 ,
                 as
                 false
                 ,
                 haue
                 left
                 thee
                 dying
                 but
                 only
                 this
                 griefe
                 ,
                 to
                 haue
                 belieued
                 them
                 to
                 be
                 true
                 .
              
               
                 Brutish
                 Soules
                 ,
                 who
                 sigh
                 without
                 cease
                 after
                 the
                 like
                 passions
                 ,
                 breake
                 but
                 the
                 crust
                 of
                 your
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 cry
                 you
                 out
                 with
                 Salomon
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 smoke
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 vanity
                 .
                 He
                 lodged
                 within
                 his
                 Pallace
                 360.
                 
                 Concubines
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 so
                 many
                 Mischiefes
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 put
                 the
                 saluation
                 of
                 his
                 soule
                 in
                 doubt
                 .
                 I
                 wonder
                 not
                 
                 awhit
                 that
                 they
                 hoodwincke
                 Loue
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 blind
                 our
                 reason
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 were
                 impossible
                 our
                 harts
                 should
                 so
                 sigh
                 at
                 all
                 houres
                 after
                 those
                 images
                 of
                 dust
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 blindnes
                 whereto
                 the
                 powers
                 of
                 our
                 soule
                 are
                 reduced
                 .
                 O
                 how
                 a
                 Louer
                 esteemes
                 himself
                 happy
                 to
                 possesse
                 the
                 fauours
                 of
                 his
                 mistresse
                 !
                 He
                 preferres
                 this
                 good
                 before
                 all
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 besides
                 .
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 Violence
                 of
                 his
                 passion
                 ,
                 would
                 he
                 giue
                 ▪
                 as
                 Adam
                 ,
                 the
                 whole
                 Paradise
                 for
                 an
                 Apple
                 ,
                 his
                 Crowne
                 for
                 a
                 glasse
                 of
                 water
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 pretends
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 litle
                 smoke
                 .
                 He
                 giues
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Goddesse
                 to
                 his
                 Dame
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 this
                 title
                 of
                 Honour
                 could
                 be
                 compatible
                 with
                 the
                 Surname
                 she
                 beares
                 of
                 Miserable
                 .
                 He
                 adores
                 notwithstanding
                 this
                 Victime
                 ,
                 and
                 offers
                 Incense
                 to
                 it
                 vpon
                 the
                 same
                 Aultar
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 sacrificed
                 .
                 His
                 senses
                 in
                 their
                 brutishnes
                 make
                 their
                 God
                 of
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 his
                 spirits
                 touched
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 error
                 authorize
                 their
                 Idolatry
                 ,
                 without
                 considering
                 this
                 Idoll
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 worke
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 couered
                 with
                 a
                 crust
                 of
                 Playster
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 putrifaction
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 without
                 intermissiō
                 resums
                 the
                 first
                 forme
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
                 in
                 running
                 to
                 its
                 end
                 .
                 Would
                 they
                 not
                 say
                 now
                 ,
                 this
                 louer
                 were
                 a
                 true
                 Ixion
                 who
                 imbraceth
                 but
                 the
                 Clouds
                 ?
                 for
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 death
                 changes
                 his
                 Body
                 into
                 a
                 
                 shadow
                 full
                 of
                 dread
                 and
                 horrour
                 .
                 He
                 belieues
                 he
                 houlds
                 in
                 his
                 Armes
                 this
                 same
                 Idoll
                 ,
                 dressed
                 vp
                 with
                 those
                 goodly
                 colours
                 ,
                 which
                 drew
                 his
                 eyes
                 so
                 in
                 admiratiō
                 of
                 her
                 ,
                 &
                 he
                 sees
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 her
                 then
                 the
                 ruines
                 of
                 the
                 pourtraite
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 wormes
                 begin
                 already
                 to
                 take
                 their
                 fees
                 .
                 Away
                 with
                 these
                 pleasurs
                 of
                 the
                 flesh
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 flesh
                 is
                 but
                 hay
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 death
                 serues
                 not
                 himselfe
                 of
                 his
                 Sith
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 haruest
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 which
                 he
                 carryes
                 to
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 What
                 Glory
                 is
                 there
                 in
                 the
                 possession
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 women
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 fayrest
                 that
                 euer
                 yet
                 haue
                 beene
                 ,
                 are
                 now
                 but
                 ashes
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ?
                 All
                 the
                 flowers
                 in
                 their
                 features
                 are
                 faded
                 as
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Meadowes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 one
                 and
                 other
                 haue
                 lasted
                 but
                 a
                 Spring
                 .
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 demaund
                 of
                 your
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 what
                 are
                 become
                 of
                 those
                 obiects
                 ,
                 which
                 so
                 often
                 they
                 haue
                 admired
                 ?
                 Aske
                 your
                 Eares
                 to
                 know
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 those
                 sweet
                 Harmonies
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 charmed
                 them
                 so
                 deliciously
                 ?
                 make
                 you
                 the
                 same
                 demaund
                 of
                 all
                 your
                 other
                 Senses
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 shall
                 altogeather
                 answere
                 you
                 in
                 their
                 manner
                 ,
                 how
                 their
                 pleasures
                 are
                 vanished
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 a
                 lightening
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 they
                 find
                 nothing
                 durable
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 but
                 griefe
                 for
                 the
                 priuation
                 of
                 the
                 things
                 which
                 they
                 loued
                 .
                 Admit
                 you
                 haue
                 
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 pleasures
                 at
                 a
                 wish
                 ;
                 for
                 how
                 long
                 tyme
                 are
                 they
                 like
                 to
                 last
                 ?
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 a
                 moment
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 an
                 houre
                 ;
                 and
                 would
                 you
                 for
                 a
                 little
                 number
                 of
                 instants
                 ,
                 be
                 reigning
                 so
                 long
                 in
                 your
                 vices
                 ?
              
               
                 Thou
                 seest
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 how
                 false
                 is
                 the
                 Good
                 of
                 Greatnesse
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 Riches
                 how
                 imaginary
                 it
                 is
                 .
                 How
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Banquets
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 Alôes
                 ,
                 dye
                 in
                 their
                 spring
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 the
                 flesh
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 foundation
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 corruptiō
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 now
                 tyme
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 let
                 thee
                 see
                 sensibly
                 this
                 difference
                 that
                 is
                 betweene
                 the
                 contentments
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 their
                 nature
                 ,
                 the
                 one
                 so
                 contrary
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 thou
                 maist
                 shunne
                 those
                 pleasures
                 that
                 fly
                 away
                 ,
                 &
                 sigh
                 for
                 loue
                 after
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 this
                 difference
                 (
                 
                   S.
                   Augustine
                
                 notes
                 )
                 betweene
                 eternall
                 &
                 transitory
                 things
                 ,
                 that
                 before
                 we
                 possesse
                 the
                 transitory
                 goods
                 ,
                 we
                 passionately
                 desire
                 them
                 ;
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 we
                 enioy
                 them
                 ,
                 we
                 fall
                 sensibly
                 to
                 mislike
                 them
                 .
                 On
                 the
                 contrry
                 ,
                 the
                 desire
                 of
                 eternall
                 things
                 we
                 neuer
                 thinke
                 of
                 ;
                 yet
                 from
                 the
                 tyme
                 we
                 possesse
                 them
                 ,
                 we
                 are
                 not
                 capable
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 them
                 .
                 Consider
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 you
                 Mortals
                 ,
                 what
                 this
                 is
                 but
                 an
                 age
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 whose
                 last
                 moment
                 seemes
                 
                 to
                 make
                 vs
                 forget
                 all
                 the
                 others
                 that
                 went
                 before
                 ;
                 in
                 such
                 wise
                 ,
                 as
                 there
                 rests
                 but
                 a
                 vayne
                 Idaea
                 of
                 the
                 Tyme
                 past
                 .
                 Search
                 you
                 somwhat
                 curiously
                 withîn
                 the
                 memory
                 of
                 ages
                 ,
                 into
                 that
                 of
                 daies
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 runne
                 away
                 ,
                 coūt
                 their
                 houres
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 shall
                 confesse
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 seemes
                 to
                 you
                 to
                 be
                 but
                 yesterday
                 ,
                 since
                 our
                 first
                 Father
                 was
                 chased
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 terrestriall
                 Paradise
                 ;
                 so
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 Tyme
                 passeth
                 ,
                 and
                 swiftly
                 glideth
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sage
                 Roman
                 sayd
                 ;
                 That
                 if
                 to
                 these
                 long
                 yeares
                 we
                 adde
                 a
                 great
                 number
                 of
                 others
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 all
                 together
                 make
                 vp
                 a
                 Raigne
                 of
                 a
                 life
                 ,
                 the
                 most
                 happy
                 that
                 euer
                 yet
                 hath
                 beene
                 seene
                 ,
                 if
                 we
                 needs
                 most
                 destine
                 a
                 last
                 day
                 ,
                 to
                 performe
                 the
                 funerals
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 others
                 ,
                 and
                 vpon
                 that
                 day
                 a
                 certaine
                 houre
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 houre
                 the
                 last
                 moment
                 ;
                 a
                 great
                 part
                 of
                 our
                 life
                 will
                 go
                 way
                 in
                 doing
                 ill
                 ,
                 the
                 greater
                 in
                 doing
                 nothing
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 whole
                 in
                 doing
                 otherwise
                 then
                 our
                 duty
                 required
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 alwaies
                 a
                 thirst
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 though
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 quench
                 the
                 same
                 in
                 its
                 puddle
                 springs
                 ,
                 yet
                 is
                 it
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 moment
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 heat
                 wil
                 be
                 renewing
                 againe
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 desire
                 of
                 drinking
                 will
                 presse
                 vs
                 then
                 more
                 then
                 euer
                 .
                 Vntye
                 thy self
                 thē
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 from
                 all
                 the
                 feelings
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 pitch
                 ,
                 full
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 eleuate
                 thy
                 
                 Thoughtes
                 to
                 this
                 sweet
                 obiect
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 aspirest
                 to
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 represent
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 how
                 the
                 happy
                 spirits
                 trample
                 vnderfoot
                 both
                 the
                 Sun
                 and
                 Moone
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 Starres
                 of
                 the
                 Night
                 ,
                 whose
                 infinite
                 number
                 astonish
                 our
                 senses
                 .
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 was
                 but
                 lifted
                 to
                 the
                 third
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 could
                 he
                 not
                 expresse
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 language
                 ,
                 the
                 Meruayles
                 which
                 he
                 admired
                 .
                 And
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 on
                 the
                 Mount
                 Thabor
                 ,
                 being
                 dazeled
                 through
                 the
                 glittering
                 of
                 one
                 sole
                 Ray
                 ,
                 most
                 confidently
                 demaunds
                 permission
                 of
                 his
                 Mayster
                 ,
                 to
                 build
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 place
                 three
                 Tabernacles
                 ,
                 hauing
                 now
                 quite
                 forgot
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 had
                 neuer
                 beene
                 .
              
               
                 Alas
                 ,
                 O
                 great
                 Saint
                 ,
                 with
                 what
                 extasies
                 of
                 ioy
                 shouldest
                 thou
                 be
                 accomplished
                 in
                 this
                 diuine
                 Bower
                 of
                 Eternall
                 felicityes
                 ,
                 if
                 one
                 feeble
                 reflection
                 of
                 light
                 ,
                 so
                 rauished
                 thee
                 from
                 thy self
                 ,
                 as
                 made
                 thee
                 breath
                 so
                 deliciously
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 lyfe
                 replenished
                 with
                 clarity
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 didst
                 put
                 in
                 obliuion
                 the
                 darknes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 where
                 thou
                 madest
                 thy
                 abode
                 ?
                 What
                 might
                 thy
                 Glory
                 by
                 now
                 ?
                 To
                 what
                 point
                 of
                 happines
                 might
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 termine
                 it
                 ?
                 Thou
                 possessest
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 whose
                 Shadow
                 thou
                 hast
                 adored
                 ;
                 thou
                 behouldst
                 vncouered
                 that
                 diuine
                 Essence
                 ,
                 whose
                 Splēdor
                 makes
                 the
                 Cherubims
                 to
                 bow
                 the
                 head
                 ,
                 
                 for
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 endure
                 the
                 sweet
                 violences
                 of
                 its
                 clarity
                 .
                 Iudge
                 with
                 what
                 feeling
                 I
                 reuerence
                 thy
                 felicity
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 onely
                 throughts
                 I
                 haue
                 of
                 them
                 do
                 make
                 me
                 happy
                 only
                 before
                 hand
                 .
                 The
                 Kings
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 establish
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 their
                 Greatnesses
                 vpō
                 the
                 large
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 earth
                 togeather
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 poynt
                 in
                 comparison
                 of
                 Heauen
                 .
                 And
                 therefore
                 the
                 onely
                 obiect
                 they
                 haue
                 in
                 their
                 combats
                 &
                 triumphes
                 ,
                 is
                 no
                 other
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Cōquest
                 of
                 this
                 little
                 point
                 .
              
               
                 Get
                 forth
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 of
                 its
                 Circumference
                 ,
                 since
                 thou
                 art
                 able
                 to
                 aspire
                 to
                 the
                 possession
                 ,
                 not
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 (
                 for
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 misery
                 )
                 but
                 of
                 a
                 mansion
                 whose
                 extent
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 measured
                 ,
                 and
                 whose
                 delights
                 are
                 eternall
                 .
                 Wouldst
                 thou
                 haue
                 Thrones
                 ?
                 The
                 Emperiall
                 Heauen
                 shall
                 be
                 thy
                 foot-stoole
                 .
                 Wouldst
                 thou
                 haue
                 Crownes
                 ?
                 The
                 same
                 of
                 immortall
                 Glory
                 shall
                 enuiron
                 thy
                 head
                 .
                 Wouldst
                 thou
                 Scepters
                 ?
                 Thou
                 shalt
                 haue
                 alwayes
                 in
                 thy
                 hand
                 a
                 soueraigne
                 power
                 ,
                 which
                 shall
                 make
                 thy
                 desires
                 vnprofitable
                 ,
                 not
                 knowing
                 what
                 to
                 desire
                 out
                 of
                 thy
                 power
                 .
                 Hast
                 thou
                 a
                 desire
                 to
                 haue
                 treasures
                 ?
                 
                   Glory
                   and
                   Riches
                   are
                   in
                   the
                   howse
                   of
                   our
                   Lord
                   :
                
                 And
                 not
                 this
                 trāsitory
                 glory
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 which
                 chaunges
                 into
                 smoke
                 ,
                 but
                 another
                 wholy
                 
                 diuine
                 ,
                 that
                 depends
                 not
                 a
                 whit
                 vpon
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 reaches
                 beyond
                 all
                 ages
                 .
                 Not
                 those
                 riches
                 of
                 the
                 Ocean
                 ,
                 nor
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Land
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 vnprofitable
                 in
                 their
                 vertue
                 ,
                 &
                 full
                 of
                 weaknes
                 in
                 their
                 power
                 ;
                 but
                 of
                 Riches
                 that
                 haue
                 no
                 price
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 make
                 thee
                 owner
                 of
                 the
                 Soueraigne
                 Good
                 ,
                 wher
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 felicityes
                 are
                 comprehended
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 be
                 delighted
                 with
                 Banquets
                 ,
                 heare
                 the
                 Prophet
                 what
                 he
                 sayes
                 ;
                 
                   Lord
                   ,
                   one
                   day
                   alone
                   affoards
                   more
                   contentment
                   in
                   thy
                   house
                   ,
                   then
                   a
                   whole
                   age
                   in
                   the
                   feasts
                   of
                   the
                   world
                   .
                
                 The
                 diuine
                 food
                 wherewith
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 are
                 fed
                 hath
                 not
                 in
                 it selfe
                 only
                 these
                 sweetnesses
                 in
                 quality
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 nature
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 a
                 vertue
                 essentiall
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 continually
                 to
                 produce
                 what
                 soeuer
                 they
                 way
                 imagine
                 in
                 its
                 chiefe
                 perfection
                 .
                 
                   We
                   reioyce
                   in
                   thee
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   in
                   remembring
                   thy
                   breasts
                   ,
                   a
                   great
                   deale
                   more
                   sweet
                   then
                   wine
                   .
                
              
               
                 They
                 write
                 of
                 Assuerus
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 raigned
                 in
                 in
                 Asia
                 ,
                 ouer
                 one
                 hundred
                 &
                 twenty
                 seauen
                 Prouinces
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 he
                 made
                 a
                 Banquet
                 in
                 his
                 Citty
                 of
                 Susa
                 ,
                 which
                 lasted
                 an
                 hundred
                 and
                 fourescore
                 dayes
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 set
                 forth
                 with
                 Prodigality
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Magnificences
                 which
                 Art
                 and
                 Nature
                 ,
                 with
                 common
                 accord
                 could
                 furnish
                 him
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 price
                 of
                 infinit
                 riches
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 this
                 Feast
                 did
                 blemish
                 
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 its
                 beginning
                 and
                 continuance
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 which
                 dye
                 ,
                 are
                 not
                 considerable
                 in
                 their
                 Birth
                 ,
                 nor
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 their
                 Reigne
                 .
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 only
                 delights
                 of
                 these
                 Banquets
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 Kings
                 prepares
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 are
                 worthy
                 of
                 thy
                 desires
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 shall
                 last
                 for
                 an
                 Eternity
                 .
                 Those
                 there
                 haue
                 begunne
                 vpon
                 Earth
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 finish
                 one
                 day
                 ;
                 and
                 these
                 heere
                 shall
                 beginne
                 in
                 Heauen
                 for
                 neuer
                 to
                 haue
                 end
                 .
                 Some
                 are
                 borne
                 ,
                 and
                 dye
                 in
                 Tym●
                 ;
                 and
                 others
                 are
                 borne
                 in
                 Eternity
                 to
                 endure
                 therein
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 it
                 .
                 Wouldst
                 thou
                 lodge
                 in
                 Pallaces
                 ?
                 
                   The
                   Rich
                   house
                   of
                   our
                   Lord
                   shal
                   be
                   the
                   habitation
                   of
                   the
                   iust
                   .
                
                 But
                 what
                 house
                 do
                 you
                 belieue
                 it
                 is
                 ?
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 thy self
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 they
                 enter
                 into
                 the
                 Pallace
                 of
                 some
                 Great
                 Prince
                 ,
                 they
                 find
                 the
                 particular
                 seates
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Subiects
                 ,
                 before
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 dwelling
                 .
                 The
                 like
                 is
                 it
                 in
                 this
                 stately
                 Pallace
                 of
                 the
                 Vniuerse
                 ,
                 which
                 this
                 Almighty
                 King
                 hath
                 built
                 with
                 a
                 word
                 only
                 ,
                 where
                 al
                 his
                 Creatures
                 make
                 their
                 aboad
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 certaine
                 Tenemēts
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 destined
                 to
                 them
                 .
                 The
                 Ayre
                 serues
                 them
                 for
                 a
                 Cage
                 ,
                 the
                 Sea
                 for
                 a
                 Fishpoole
                 ,
                 the
                 Forrests
                 for
                 a
                 parke
                 ,
                 the
                 Champaignes
                 for
                 orchards
                 ,
                 the
                 Mountayns
                 for
                 their
                 Towers
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 diuers
                 Villages
                 are
                 as
                 sundry
                 places
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 which
                 
                 Kings
                 &
                 Princes
                 hold
                 as
                 tenants
                 of
                 Time.
                 
              
               
                 Walke
                 then
                 boldly
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 within
                 this
                 vast
                 Pallace
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 thy
                 dwelling
                 .
                 The
                 starry
                 Heauen
                 is
                 the
                 feeling
                 thereof
                 ;
                 the
                 Moone
                 the
                 torch
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Sunne
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 :
                 the
                 birds
                 learne
                 not
                 to
                 sing
                 of
                 nature
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 charme
                 thine
                 eares
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 of
                 their
                 warbling
                 .
                 The
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 the
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Zephyrus
                 take
                 paines
                 ech
                 one
                 in
                 its
                 turne
                 to
                 cultiuate
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 helpe
                 it
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 shouting
                 forth
                 of
                 its
                 delicate
                 Flowers
                 ,
                 from
                 whome
                 beautifull
                 Iris
                 hath
                 robd
                 the
                 pourtaite
                 of
                 their
                 colours
                 for
                 to
                 dresse
                 vp
                 her
                 Arke
                 ,
                 whence
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 thine
                 eyes
                 continually
                 admire
                 it
                 .
                 The
                 trees
                 euer
                 stooping
                 vnder
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 their
                 fruits
                 ,
                 grow
                 not
                 but
                 for
                 thy
                 delight
                 .
                 The
                 woods
                 ,
                 they
                 people
                 their
                 trunkes
                 with
                 leaues
                 ,
                 of
                 purpose
                 to
                 make
                 thee
                 tast
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 their
                 shades
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 chiefest
                 of
                 the
                 heats
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 Rockes
                 though
                 vnsensible
                 ,
                 contribute
                 to
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 thy
                 contentmēt
                 a
                 thousand
                 goodly
                 fountaynes
                 ,
                 which
                 with
                 the
                 murmur
                 of
                 their
                 purling
                 ,
                 fetch
                 sleepe
                 into
                 thy
                 eyes
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 charme
                 sometymes
                 the
                 annoyes
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 .
                 The
                 Meadowes
                 do
                 neuer
                 seeme
                 to
                 present
                 themselues
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 the
                 countenance
                 of
                 Hope
                 ,
                 knowing
                 well
                 how
                 it
                 
                 comforts
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 ;
                 &
                 its
                 Champaignes
                 ,
                 as
                 witty
                 to
                 deceiue
                 thee
                 ,
                 do
                 hide
                 their
                 treasures
                 vnder
                 goulden
                 Cases
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 to
                 dazle
                 thine
                 eyes
                 through
                 the
                 glittering
                 of
                 so
                 goodly
                 a
                 shew
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 if
                 in
                 this
                 Pallace
                 where
                 the
                 Subiects
                 of
                 him
                 who
                 hath
                 built
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 do
                 soiourne
                 ,
                 thou
                 seest
                 but
                 wonders
                 euery
                 where
                 ;
                 to
                 what
                 degree
                 of
                 admiration
                 shalt
                 thou
                 be
                 raysed
                 ,
                 when
                 passing
                 further
                 ,
                 thou
                 discouerest
                 the
                 dwelling
                 of
                 the
                 soueraigne
                 Maister
                 ?
                 Thou
                 needst
                 but
                 mount
                 vp
                 an
                 eleauen
                 steps
                 onely
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 spaciousnes
                 of
                 the
                 place
                 where
                 is
                 assembled
                 all
                 his
                 Court.
                 Go
                 then
                 faire
                 and
                 softly
                 ,
                 because
                 vpon
                 euery
                 step
                 thou
                 shalt
                 be
                 discouering
                 of
                 new
                 subiects
                 of
                 wonder
                 ,
                 and
                 astonishment
                 at
                 once
                 .
                 The
                 first
                 step
                 is
                 the
                 Heauen
                 of
                 the
                 Moone
                 ,
                 whereby
                 passing
                 only
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 admire
                 the
                 clarity
                 wherewith
                 it
                 is
                 adorned
                 ,
                 to
                 giue
                 light
                 to
                 all
                 those
                 that
                 mount
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 noted
                 in
                 the
                 Pallaces
                 of
                 great
                 men
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Stayer-cases
                 are
                 made
                 very
                 light-some
                 .
                 The
                 Moone
                 presids
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 its
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 and
                 within
                 its
                 Circle
                 is
                 it
                 alwayes
                 waxing
                 and
                 wayning
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 diuine
                 Philosopher
                 Plato
                 hath
                 established
                 the
                 spring
                 of
                 the
                 Idaea's
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 things
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ;
                 and
                 then
                 consider
                 how
                 in
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 this
                 ,
                 
                 degree
                 might
                 a
                 thousand
                 worlds
                 be
                 built
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 second
                 Stayre
                 is
                 the
                 Heauen
                 of
                 Mercury
                 .
                 The
                 third
                 ,
                 the
                 Heauen
                 of
                 Venus
                 .
                 The
                 fourth
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 (
                 names
                 which
                 the
                 Astrologers
                 assigne
                 vnto
                 the
                 Heauens
                 .
                 )
                 Cōtemplate
                 heere
                 at
                 leasure
                 ,
                 this
                 Stare
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 whose
                 benigne
                 influences
                 do
                 make
                 the
                 earth
                 so
                 fruitfull
                 ,
                 &
                 whose
                 light
                 giues
                 pride
                 to
                 colours
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 the
                 vertue
                 to
                 all
                 beautifull
                 things
                 to
                 become
                 admirable
                 .
                 It
                 was
                 this
                 very
                 Sunne
                 which
                 Iosue
                 arrested
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 its
                 Course
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 the
                 Persians
                 heeretofore
                 haue
                 adored
                 ,
                 not
                 considering
                 the
                 while
                 it
                 was
                 subiect
                 to
                 Eclypses
                 ,
                 &
                 how
                 it
                 borrowed
                 its
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 its
                 other
                 essentiall
                 qualities
                 from
                 a
                 soueraigne
                 &
                 absolute
                 Cause
                 ,
                 which
                 had
                 giuen
                 it
                 the
                 Being
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fifth
                 Stayre
                 is
                 the
                 Heauen
                 of
                 Mars
                 .
                 The
                 sixth
                 of
                 Iupiter
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 seauenth
                 of
                 Saturne
                 .
                 They
                 eight
                 Stayre
                 is
                 the
                 Firmament
                 ,
                 The
                 ninth
                 the
                 
                   Primum
                   mobile
                
                 .
                 Stay
                 heere
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 vpon
                 this
                 Step
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 listen
                 as
                 you
                 passe
                 along
                 to
                 the
                 sweet
                 Harmony
                 of
                 the
                 mouing
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 al
                 that
                 is
                 in
                 nature
                 ;
                 for
                 by
                 the
                 swindge
                 of
                 this
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 as
                 with
                 a
                 Mayster-wheele
                 ,
                 are
                 all
                 the
                 springs
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 moued
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 no
                 otherwise
                 capable
                 of
                 action
                 then
                 through
                 
                 its
                 mouing
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 motion
                 is
                 so
                 melodious
                 through
                 continuance
                 ,
                 &
                 through
                 the
                 iustnes
                 of
                 the
                 correspondency
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 parts
                 with
                 their
                 ground
                 ,
                 as
                 Plato
                 that
                 great
                 Philopher
                 was
                 not
                 touched
                 with
                 any
                 other
                 desire
                 ,
                 thē
                 that
                 of
                 hearing
                 this
                 Harmony
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 tenth
                 Staire
                 is
                 the
                 Cristalline
                 Heauen
                 .
                 Heere
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 where
                 thy
                 feeling
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 thoughts
                 are
                 to
                 be
                 attentiue
                 .
                 This
                 tenth
                 Step
                 is
                 beyond
                 the
                 limits
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Thou
                 beginst
                 but
                 now
                 ,
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 the
                 Mansion
                 of
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 thy
                 Lord
                 ,
                 mingle
                 respect
                 heere
                 amidst
                 thy
                 ioy
                 ,
                 &
                 ioine
                 humility
                 with
                 thy
                 contentments
                 .
                 Thou
                 beholdst
                 thy self
                 now
                 illumined
                 with
                 another
                 light
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 &
                 Moone
                 not
                 suffering
                 intermission
                 in
                 its
                 durance
                 .
                 It
                 shines
                 alwayes
                 ,
                 and
                 thou
                 maiest
                 know
                 in
                 the
                 neere
                 admiration
                 of
                 its
                 diuine
                 Clarity
                 ,
                 the
                 price
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 it
                 communicats
                 to
                 thee
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 finish
                 our
                 voyage
                 ,
                 and
                 mount
                 we
                 now
                 to
                 the
                 Emperiall
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 whither
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 was
                 rapt
                 ,
                 &
                 where
                 he
                 saw
                 wonders
                 ,
                 which
                 had
                 no
                 name
                 ;
                 where
                 he
                 tasted
                 Sweetnesses
                 ,
                 whose
                 Idaea's
                 are
                 incomprehēsible
                 ;
                 and
                 where
                 he
                 felt
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 whereof
                 his
                 very
                 Senses
                 could
                 not
                 talke
                 ,
                 euen
                 when
                 they
                 had
                 the
                 vse
                 of
                 speach
                 .
                 But
                 thou
                 mayest
                 yet
                 cry
                 with
                 
                   S.
                   Stephen
                   ,
                   how
                   thou
                   seest
                   the
                   Heauens
                   
                   open
                   :
                
                 for
                 now
                 behold
                 thee
                 vpon
                 the
                 last
                 step
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 the
                 gate
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 Emperiall
                 Heauen
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 permitted
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 a
                 place
                 so
                 holy
                 and
                 sacred
                 ;
                 do
                 thou
                 only
                 admire
                 by
                 order
                 ,
                 the
                 Porch
                 without
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 infinite
                 greatnes
                 of
                 the
                 miraculous
                 wonders
                 there
                 ,
                 whence
                 all
                 the
                 Saints
                 ,
                 incessantly
                 publish
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 the
                 Omnipotent
                 who
                 hath
                 wrought
                 them
                 .
                 Contemplate
                 the
                 perfect
                 Beauty
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 ech
                 one
                 in
                 his
                 Hierarchy
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Archangels
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 Powers
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Vertues
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Principalities
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Dominations
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Seraphims
                 ,
                 with
                 this
                 Astonishment
                 to
                 behold
                 how
                 in
                 clarity
                 they
                 surpasse
                 the
                 Sunne
                 .
                 Admire
                 all
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 ech
                 one
                 seated
                 in
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 Glory
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 merited
                 ,
                 the
                 Virgins
                 ,
                 the
                 Confessours
                 ,
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 ,
                 the
                 Apostles
                 ,
                 the
                 Prophets
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Patriarches
                 ,
                 being
                 raysed
                 all
                 to
                 the
                 degrees
                 of
                 Felicity
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 purchased
                 .
              
               
                 Represent
                 vnto
                 thy selfe
                 besides
                 ,
                 the
                 incomparable
                 happines
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 the
                 Immaculate
                 Virgin
                 Mother
                 of
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 is
                 accomplished
                 .
                 Cast
                 thine
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 her
                 Throne
                 ,
                 and
                 euen
                 rauished
                 in
                 astonishment
                 of
                 her
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 publish
                 with
                 confidence
                 
                 how
                 they
                 are
                 without
                 comparison
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 the
                 Moone
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 Starres
                 are
                 of
                 a
                 matter
                 to
                 vile
                 ,
                 and
                 profane
                 for
                 her
                 to
                 tread
                 vpon
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 be
                 casting
                 thy
                 view
                 vpon
                 the
                 Tabernacle
                 of
                 thy
                 God
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 shroud
                 it
                 from
                 the
                 flash
                 of
                 his
                 rayes
                 ,
                 vnder
                 the
                 Robe
                 of
                 the
                 Cherubims
                 ;
                 and
                 being
                 rauished
                 as
                 they
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 dazeling
                 where
                 they
                 breath
                 accomplished
                 withal
                 sorts
                 of
                 felicityes
                 ,
                 adore
                 the
                 diuine
                 Obiect
                 of
                 their
                 Glory
                 .
                 And
                 while
                 thine
                 eyes
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 tasting
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 fashion
                 ,
                 the
                 delights
                 which
                 are
                 foūd
                 in
                 the
                 admiration
                 of
                 things
                 perfectly
                 fayre
                 ,
                 lend
                 thine
                 eares
                 to
                 that
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 al
                 those
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 make
                 vp
                 a
                 Consort
                 in
                 singing
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Holy
                   ,
                   Holy
                   is
                   our
                   Lord
                   ;
                   the
                   Heauens
                   ,
                   and
                   Earth
                   are
                   filled
                   with
                   the
                   maiesty
                   of
                   his
                   Glory
                   .
                
              
               
                 O
                 diuine
                 melody
                 !
                 How
                 powerfull
                 are
                 thy
                 streynes
                 ,
                 since
                 through
                 our
                 thoughtes
                 they
                 make
                 thēselues
                 so
                 sensible
                 to
                 our
                 harts
                 !
                 With
                 how
                 many
                 different
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 perfectly
                 extreme
                 ,
                 art
                 thou
                 rauished
                 now
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 !
                 With
                 what
                 rauishments
                 of
                 Ioy
                 art
                 thou
                 transported
                 besides
                 thy selfe
                 ?
                 In
                 what
                 sweet
                 extasies
                 art
                 thou
                 not
                 wādering
                 ?
                 After
                 what
                 sort
                 of
                 goods
                 ,
                 canst
                 thou
                 seeme
                 to
                 aspire
                 vnto
                 ?
                 Thou
                 beholdest
                 all
                 Greatnesses
                 in
                 their
                 Thrones
                 ,
                 Riches
                 in
                 their
                 mynes
                 ,
                 
                 Glory
                 in
                 its
                 Element
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Vertues
                 in
                 their
                 Empire
                 .
                 Thou
                 tastest
                 the
                 true
                 Contentments
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 purity
                 ,
                 after
                 a
                 manner
                 so
                 diuine
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 possessest
                 all
                 without
                 desiring
                 any
                 thing
                 ;
                 &
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 not
                 all
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 obiect
                 of
                 thy
                 delights
                 is
                 infinite
                 ;
                 which
                 makes
                 thee
                 tast
                 new
                 Sweetnesses
                 ,
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 increase
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 accomplishment
                 of
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
                 as
                 being
                 alwayes
                 perfectly
                 content
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 yet
                 is
                 this
                 all
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 thee
                 admire
                 ,
                 in
                 Idaea
                 ,
                 the
                 Meruailles
                 of
                 all
                 these
                 diuine
                 obiects
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 felicity
                 .
                 It
                 behoues
                 me
                 now
                 to
                 represent
                 vnto
                 thee
                 besides
                 ,
                 the
                 strayte
                 vnion
                 that
                 ioynes
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirit
                 with
                 his
                 soueraigne
                 Good
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 the
                 Soule
                 with
                 God.
                 But
                 how
                 may
                 it
                 be
                 done
                 ?
                 God
                 cannot
                 produce
                 a
                 Species
                 ,
                 or
                 an
                 Image
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 represent
                 him
                 ,
                 in
                 regard
                 the
                 Species
                 and
                 the
                 Image
                 are
                 alwayes
                 more
                 pure
                 ,
                 &
                 more
                 simple
                 then
                 is
                 the
                 Obiect
                 whence
                 they
                 proceed
                 .
                 Now
                 ,
                 what
                 Species
                 ,
                 or
                 Image
                 may
                 be
                 purer
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 spirituall
                 then
                 God
                 ?
                 Besides
                 that
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Species
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 Images
                 are
                 so
                 determined
                 in
                 the
                 forme
                 of
                 the
                 thing
                 they
                 represent
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 cannot
                 seeme
                 to
                 represent
                 another
                 .
                 And
                 it
                 is
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 God
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 thing
                 determinate
                 ,
                 because
                 it
                 hath
                 not
                 
                 a
                 particular
                 Being
                 ,
                 separated
                 from
                 others
                 ;
                 in
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 eminently
                 conteynes
                 ech
                 thing
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Apostle
                 saith
                 ,
                 
                   Portans
                   omnia
                   verbo
                   virtutis
                   sue
                
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 Species
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 determine
                 this
                 God
                 indeterminate
                 ;
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 Image
                 created
                 ,
                 or
                 produced
                 that
                 can
                 represent
                 this
                 God
                 increated
                 .
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 God
                 cānot
                 vnite
                 himself
                 to
                 the
                 Soule
                 through
                 a
                 Species
                 or
                 Image
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 do
                 other
                 things
                 .
                 The
                 Deuines
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 God
                 vnites
                 himselfe
                 to
                 the
                 Soule
                 ,
                 
                   per
                   se
                
                 ,
                 really
                 ;
                 &
                 they
                 call
                 this
                 vnion
                 ,
                 
                   per
                   modum
                   species
                
                 .
                 But
                 for
                 to
                 cleere
                 the
                 obscurity
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 in
                 all
                 this
                 mystery
                 ,
                 you
                 must
                 note
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 as
                 God
                 vnites
                 himselfe
                 to
                 the
                 Soule
                 ,
                 he
                 eleuates
                 the
                 same
                 to
                 a
                 being
                 which
                 is
                 supernaturall
                 and
                 diuine
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 resēbles
                 God
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 not
                 so
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 looseth
                 its
                 proper
                 Essence
                 ,
                 but
                 within
                 the
                 perfectiō
                 wherto
                 it
                 is
                 eleuated
                 ,
                 it
                 deriues
                 from
                 the
                 Obiect
                 which
                 cōmunicates
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 al
                 the
                 glory
                 that
                 it
                 possesseth
                 ,
                 〈◊〉
                 relatiōs
                 to
                 his
                 similitude
                 ;
                 in
                 such
                 sort
                 as
                 in
                 regarding
                 this
                 happy
                 Soule
                 ,
                 they
                 behold
                 God.
                 
              
               
                 Moreouer
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 said
                 more
                 cleerely
                 .
                 that
                 God
                 vnites
                 himself
                 to
                 the
                 Soule
                 in
                 such
                 manner
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Fire
                 ,
                 is
                 vnited
                 to
                 the
                 Iron
                 :
                 &
                 forasmuch
                 as
                 the
                 Fire
                 ;
                 as
                 agent
                 ,
                 is
                 more
                 noble
                 then
                 the
                 Iron
                 ,
                 it
                 conuertes
                 the
                 Iron
                 into
                 its
                 semblance
                 ,
                 with
                 so
                 much
                 perfection
                 ,
                 as
                 
                 one
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 the
                 Iron
                 had
                 chaunged
                 its
                 proper
                 forme
                 into
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 Fire
                 ;
                 yet
                 notwithstanding
                 the
                 Iron
                 looseth
                 not
                 awhit
                 of
                 its
                 essence
                 .
                 Now
                 this
                 vnion
                 of
                 Fire
                 with
                 Iron
                 is
                 a
                 reall
                 vnion
                 ,
                 
                   per
                   se
                
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 through
                 Species
                 ,
                 nor
                 through
                 Image
                 .
                 So
                 God
                 who
                 is
                 called
                 the
                 (
                 
                   Deus
                   noster
                   ignis
                   consumens
                   est
                
                 )
                 is
                 vnited
                 to
                 our
                 Soule
                 ,
                 
                   per
                   se
                
                 ,
                 really
                 ,
                 and
                 receyuing
                 the
                 same
                 into
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 reduceth
                 it
                 to
                 a
                 being
                 supernaturall
                 ,
                 and
                 deified
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 it
                 seemes
                 to
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 a
                 Soule
                 but
                 God
                 himselfe
                 .
                 A
                 verity
                 ,
                 which
                 
                   S.
                   Iohn
                
                 publisheth
                 when
                 he
                 saith
                 ,
                 
                   we
                   shal
                   be
                   like
                   vnto
                   him
                
                 .
                 From
                 the
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 Soule
                 is
                 vnited
                 with
                 God
                 ,
                 he
                 illumines
                 it
                 with
                 a
                 light
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 it
                 may
                 see
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 contēplate
                 him
                 at
                 its
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 him
                 all
                 things
                 which
                 are
                 in
                 him
                 ,
                 formally
                 and
                 eminently
                 (
                 to
                 vse
                 the
                 termes
                 of
                 the
                 Schoole-men
                 ,
                 )
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 is
                 ignorāt
                 of
                 nothing
                 within
                 the
                 perfection
                 of
                 its
                 wisedome
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 admirable
                 Science
                 !
                 Then
                 shall
                 it
                 be
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 shall
                 cleerely
                 see
                 within
                 the
                 Abysses
                 of
                 diuine
                 secrets
                 ,
                 that
                 which
                 God
                 did
                 before
                 he
                 created
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 How
                 he
                 produced
                 eternally
                 another
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 without
                 multiplication
                 of
                 Deities
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 betweene
                 the
                 producent
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 person
                 produced
                 ,
                 proceeds
                 an
                 eternall
                 loue
                 of
                 him
                 who
                 engenders
                 
                 and
                 of
                 him
                 who
                 is
                 engendred
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 this
                 adorable
                 Trine-vnity
                 .
                 It
                 shal
                 see
                 besides
                 how
                 this
                 God
                 ,
                 being
                 engēdred
                 Eternally
                 in
                 himselfe
                 without
                 mother
                 ,
                 might
                 be
                 borne
                 once
                 on
                 earth
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 glorious
                 Virgin
                 without
                 Father
                 .
                 With
                 what
                 Prouidence
                 he
                 gouernes
                 all
                 things
                 ;
                 with
                 what
                 Goodnes
                 he
                 created
                 Man
                 ;
                 &
                 with
                 what
                 Loue
                 he
                 redeemed
                 him
                 .
                 How
                 he
                 iustifies
                 inuisibly
                 without
                 forcing
                 the
                 liberty
                 ;
                 How
                 the
                 works
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 accord
                 with
                 those
                 of
                 his
                 mercy
                 ;
                 How
                 he
                 saues
                 through
                 his
                 grace
                 ;
                 How
                 he
                 leaues
                 them
                 reprobate
                 without
                 fault
                 ;
                 How
                 his
                 infallible
                 Science
                 agrees
                 without
                 the
                 Contingency
                 of
                 things
                 ;
                 How
                 the
                 Predestinate
                 may
                 damne
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Reprobate
                 be
                 saued
                 ,
                 though
                 the
                 Science
                 of
                 God
                 remayne
                 alwaies
                 infallible
                 ,
                 and
                 immutable
                 as
                 it
                 is
                 .
                 The
                 verity
                 of
                 all
                 these
                 secrets
                 shal
                 be
                 represented
                 to
                 its
                 eyes
                 ,
                 more
                 cleere
                 then
                 the
                 Sunne
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 what
                 Science
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 what
                 incomparable
                 felicity
                 proceeds
                 from
                 all
                 these
                 sundry
                 pleasures
                 ?
                 When
                 shall
                 this
                 be
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 cryest
                 out
                 with
                 the
                 Queene
                 of
                 Saba
                 ,
                 speaking
                 to
                 thy
                 Lord
                 ,
                 in
                 lyke
                 manner
                 as
                 she
                 spake
                 vnto
                 Salomon
                 :
                 What
                 wisedome
                 is
                 thine
                 ,
                 O
                 great
                 King
                 ,
                 what
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 magnificence
                 admire
                 they
                 in
                 thy
                 
                 Kingdome
                 ?
                 What
                 Citty
                 is
                 this
                 same
                 ,
                 replenished
                 with
                 so
                 many
                 goods
                 ;
                 what
                 delicious
                 meates
                 and
                 what
                 precious
                 wines
                 ,
                 do
                 they
                 tast
                 at
                 the
                 table
                 of
                 thy
                 banquets
                 ?
                 What
                 lustre
                 of
                 greatnes
                 appeares
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 those
                 ,
                 that
                 attend
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ?
                 Renowne
                 may
                 well
                 publish
                 thy
                 prayses
                 in
                 all
                 places
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 if
                 al
                 the
                 Heauēs
                 together
                 are
                 not
                 large
                 inough
                 to
                 conteyne
                 the
                 rumour
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 O
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 reigne
                 in
                 the
                 mansion
                 of
                 this
                 immortall
                 glory
                 !
                 I
                 wonder
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 at
                 your
                 so
                 trampling
                 vnder
                 foot
                 the
                 Crownes
                 and
                 Scepters
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 in
                 iust
                 pretension
                 to
                 the
                 felicity
                 you
                 possesse
                 .
                 What
                 fires
                 ,
                 what
                 torments
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 new
                 punishments
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 one
                 suffer
                 for
                 to
                 purchase
                 this
                 soueraygne
                 good
                 ,
                 where
                 repose
                 is
                 so
                 durable
                 ?
                 Gibbets
                 ,
                 Hangmen
                 ,
                 &
                 all
                 the
                 instruments
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 Trophies
                 of
                 the
                 glory
                 ,
                 which
                 succeeds
                 shame
                 and
                 payne
                 .
                 O
                 how
                 these
                 diuine
                 words
                 of
                 
                   S.
                   Augustin
                
                 ,
                 do
                 cause
                 a
                 sweet
                 melody
                 to
                 resound
                 ,
                 while
                 he
                 sayes
                 ;
                 
                   Let
                   the
                   deuills
                   prepare
                   me
                   from
                   henceforth
                   as
                   many
                   ambushes
                   as
                   they
                   will
                   ;
                   let
                   them
                   addresse
                   the
                   last
                   assaults
                   of
                   their
                   power
                   to
                   encounter
                   me
                   ;
                   let
                   fastings
                   macerate
                   my
                   body
                   ;
                   let
                   Sackcloth
                   and
                   Cilices
                   torment
                   my
                   flesh
                   ;
                   let
                   tribulations
                   oppresse
                   me
                   vnder
                   their
                   weight
                   ;
                   let
                   the
                   long
                   vigills
                   shorten
                   my
                   lyfe
                   ;
                   let
                   him
                   there
                   giue
                   affronts
                   of
                   his
                   
                   contempt
                   ,
                   and
                   heere
                   of
                   his
                   cruelties
                   ;
                   let
                   cold
                   freeze
                   the
                   bloud
                   within
                   my
                   veynes
                   ;
                   let
                   the
                   scorching
                   of
                   the
                   Sun
                   tanne
                   me
                   ;
                   let
                   its
                   parching
                   reduce
                   me
                   into
                   ashes
                   ;
                   let
                   aches
                   cleane
                   my
                   head
                   in
                   peeces
                   ;
                   let
                   my
                   hart
                   reuolt
                   agaynst
                   my
                   Soule
                   ,
                   my
                   visage
                   loose
                   its
                   colour
                   ,
                   &
                   all
                   the
                   parts
                   of
                   my
                   body
                   stoope
                   to
                   their
                   ruine
                   ;
                   let
                   me
                   yield
                   my
                   lyfe
                   to
                   the
                   suffering
                   of
                   diuers
                   torments
                   :
                   let
                   my
                   dayes
                   slide
                   away
                   in
                   weeping
                   &
                   continuull
                   teares
                   ;
                   and
                   let
                   the
                   wormes
                   ,
                   in
                   fine
                   ,
                   take
                   hould
                   of
                   my
                   flesh
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   corruption
                   of
                   my
                   bones
                   :
                   All
                   this
                   would
                   be
                   nothing
                   to
                   me
                   ,
                   so
                   I
                   might
                   enioy
                   Eternall
                   Repose
                   in
                   the
                   day
                   of
                   Tribulation
                   .
                
              
               
                 I
                 will
                 belieue
                 it
                 ,
                 O
                 great
                 Saint
                 :
                 for
                 what
                 is
                 it
                 to
                 endure
                 al
                 the
                 euils
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 within
                 Tyme
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 possesse
                 all
                 desirable
                 goods
                 in
                 the
                 bower
                 of
                 Eternity
                 !
                 O
                 sweet
                 residence
                 ,
                 where
                 Ioy
                 eternally
                 endures
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 delights
                 are
                 immortall
                 !
                 Where
                 nothing
                 is
                 seene
                 but
                 God
                 ;
                 where
                 they
                 know
                 nothing
                 but
                 God!
                 If
                 they
                 thinke
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 of
                 God
                 ;
                 if
                 they
                 desire
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 God
                 himselfe
                 .
                 And
                 howbeit
                 the
                 harts
                 do
                 there
                 sigh
                 without
                 cease
                 for
                 loue
                 ,
                 those
                 sighes
                 proceed
                 not
                 ,
                 but
                 from
                 the
                 contentments
                 of
                 fruition
                 ,
                 where
                 Loue
                 alwaies
                 remaines
                 in
                 its
                 perfection
                 .
                 Let
                 Antiquity
                 vaunt
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 it
                 will
                 of
                 the
                 Temple
                 of
                 Thessaly
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Orchards
                 of
                 Adonis
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Gardens
                 of
                 Hesperides
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 the
                 fortunate
                 Ilands
                 :
                 Let
                 Poets
                 chaunt
                 the
                 pleasures
                 
                 of
                 their
                 Elizean
                 fields
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 humane
                 Imagination
                 assemble
                 in
                 one
                 subiect
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 more
                 beautiful
                 and
                 delicious
                 in
                 nature
                 ,
                 &
                 they
                 shall
                 find
                 in
                 effect
                 that
                 all
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 vayne
                 Idaea
                 ,
                 in
                 comparison
                 of
                 the
                 immortall
                 pleasure
                 of
                 this
                 Seat
                 of
                 Glory
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 imagine
                 a
                 Quire
                 of
                 Syrens
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 them
                 ioyne
                 therto
                 in
                 Consort
                 both
                 the
                 harpe
                 of
                 Orpheus
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 voyce
                 of
                 Amphion
                 ;
                 Let
                 Apollo
                 and
                 the
                 Muses
                 likewise
                 be
                 there
                 to
                 beare
                 a
                 part
                 :
                 all
                 this
                 melody
                 of
                 these
                 consorts
                 were
                 but
                 an
                 ircksome
                 noyse
                 of
                 Windes
                 &
                 Thunders
                 in
                 competency
                 of
                 the
                 diuine
                 harmony
                 of
                 Angels
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 make
                 a
                 Perfume
                 of
                 all
                 what
                 Sweets
                 soeuer
                 that
                 Arabia
                 &
                 Saba
                 hath
                 had
                 ;
                 let
                 the
                 Sea
                 cōtribute
                 therto
                 all
                 its
                 Amber
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 flowers
                 all
                 their
                 Balme
                 ;
                 such
                 a
                 perfume
                 notwithstanding
                 would
                 be
                 but
                 a
                 stench
                 &
                 infection
                 ,
                 in
                 regard
                 of
                 the
                 diuine
                 odours
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 enclosed
                 in
                 the
                 Emperialll
                 Heauen
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 how
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 had
                 reason
                 to
                 dye
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 griefe
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 prolongation
                 to
                 reuiew
                 the
                 felicity
                 which
                 he
                 admired
                 in
                 his
                 rauishment
                 !
                 
                   I
                   desire
                   to
                   dye
                   in
                   my self
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   go
                   to
                   liue
                   in
                   him
                   ,
                   whom
                   I
                   loue
                   a
                   great
                   deale
                   more
                   then
                   my selfe
                   ,
                
                 sayd
                 he
                 ,
                 at
                 all
                 seasons
                 .
                 O
                 sweet
                 death
                 ,
                 to
                 dye
                 of
                 Loue
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 the
                 lyfe
                 more
                 sweet
                 ,
                 that
                 makes
                 this
                 Loue
                 eternall
                 !
                 Me
                 thinkes
                 
                 the
                 sad
                 accēts
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 King
                 Dauid
                 strike
                 nine
                 eares
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 cryed
                 out
                 aloud
                 ,
                 
                   This
                   life
                   to
                   me
                   is
                   tedious
                   in
                   the
                   absence
                   of
                   my
                   Lord.
                
                 This
                 Prince
                 possessed
                 the
                 goods
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 in
                 aboundance
                 ,
                 and
                 Greatnesses
                 and
                 Pleasures
                 equally
                 enuironed
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 his
                 absolute
                 Power
                 :
                 in
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 had
                 all
                 things
                 to
                 his
                 harts
                 content
                 .
                 But
                 yet
                 for
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 choose
                 but
                 be
                 trobled
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 his
                 Court
                 ,
                 since
                 so
                 we
                 see
                 his
                 hart
                 to
                 send
                 vp
                 sighs
                 of
                 Sorrow
                 vnto
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 to
                 liue
                 so
                 long
                 a
                 tyme
                 on
                 Earth
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 sayst
                 thou
                 now
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Greatnesses
                 &
                 Magnificences
                 of
                 this
                 diuine
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 where
                 Honour
                 ,
                 Glory
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 Maiesties
                 together
                 expose
                 to
                 view
                 whatsoeuer
                 els
                 they
                 haue
                 more
                 precious
                 and
                 more
                 rare
                 :
                 where
                 Beauty
                 appeares
                 in
                 its
                 Throne
                 in
                 company
                 of
                 its
                 graces
                 ,
                 of
                 its
                 sweetnesses
                 ,
                 of
                 its
                 baytes
                 ,
                 of
                 its
                 allurements
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 its
                 charmes
                 ;
                 where
                 ,
                 with
                 power
                 alwayes
                 adorable
                 it
                 attracts
                 the
                 eyes
                 to
                 its
                 admiration
                 ;
                 &
                 through
                 a
                 vertue
                 ,
                 borne
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 subdues
                 their
                 lookes
                 to
                 the
                 empire
                 of
                 its
                 perfections
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 eyes
                 cannot
                 loue
                 but
                 its
                 obiect
                 after
                 admiring
                 it
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 taken
                 with
                 the
                 meruailes
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 it
                 abounds
                 :
                 where
                 Goodnes
                 exercising
                 its
                 soueraigne
                 power
                 forges
                 new
                 chaines
                 of
                 loue
                 to
                 attract
                 
                 the
                 harts
                 vnto
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 after
                 hauing
                 made
                 a
                 conquest
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 it
                 nourisheth
                 them
                 with
                 a
                 food
                 so
                 delicious
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 neuer
                 breath
                 but
                 of
                 ioy
                 ,
                 transporting
                 them
                 wholy
                 in
                 the
                 accōplishment
                 of
                 their
                 felicity
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 as
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 together
                 being
                 eleuated
                 in
                 their
                 first
                 purity
                 are
                 there
                 found
                 to
                 be
                 collected
                 in
                 their
                 origē
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 the
                 Spirit
                 might
                 neuer
                 be
                 troubled
                 to
                 seek
                 its
                 desires
                 .
              
               
                 Consider
                 the
                 difference
                 that
                 is
                 betweene
                 the
                 Contentments
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 of
                 heauen
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 Pallace
                 where
                 Creatures
                 make
                 their
                 aboad
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 those
                 where
                 the
                 Omnipotēt
                 lodgeth
                 .
                 Thou
                 hast
                 seene
                 within
                 this
                 first
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 the
                 Meadowes
                 enamelled
                 with
                 flowers
                 ,
                 the
                 Champaygnes
                 couered
                 with
                 rich
                 haruests
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Valleys
                 peopled
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 brookes
                 ;
                 but
                 these
                 spring
                 vp
                 at
                 the
                 peeping
                 of
                 the
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 and
                 wither
                 at
                 its
                 setting
                 .
                 These
                 haruests
                 fetching
                 their
                 being
                 from
                 corruption
                 ,
                 returne
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 to
                 their
                 first
                 beginning
                 ,
                 after
                 they
                 haue
                 runne
                 daunger
                 ,
                 to
                 serue
                 as
                 a
                 prey
                 to
                 tempests
                 ,
                 and
                 disport
                 to
                 the
                 winds
                 .
                 And
                 these
                 Brookes
                 ,
                 feeble
                 in
                 their
                 vertue
                 ,
                 may
                 well
                 moderate
                 the
                 ardour
                 of
                 a
                 vehement
                 thirst
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 quench
                 it
                 wholy
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 fire
                 thereof
                 alwayes
                 renewes
                 from
                 its
                 ashes
                 .
                 On
                 the
                 contrary
                 ,
                 within
                 this
                 celestiall
                 
                 house
                 ,
                 the
                 Lyllies
                 wherewith
                 the
                 Virgins
                 are
                 crowned
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Roses
                 which
                 the
                 Martyrs
                 weare
                 equally
                 on
                 their
                 head
                 ,
                 remayne
                 alwayes
                 disclosed
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 grew
                 continually
                 .
                 The
                 haruests
                 there
                 are
                 eternall
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 behoulding
                 them
                 ,
                 their
                 diuine
                 nature
                 hath
                 this
                 property
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 satiates
                 the
                 Soule
                 through
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 after
                 so
                 perfect
                 a
                 manner
                 ▪
                 as
                 it
                 is
                 rauished
                 in
                 its
                 repose
                 .
                 The
                 Fountaynes
                 are
                 of
                 bottomlesse
                 Springs
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 immortall
                 delights
                 that
                 may
                 fall
                 vnder
                 the
                 knowledge
                 of
                 the
                 vnderstanding
                 ;
                 &
                 howbeit
                 they
                 quench
                 not
                 thirst
                 ,
                 yet
                 haue
                 they
                 power
                 to
                 do
                 it
                 :
                 but
                 to
                 make
                 their
                 sweetnesses
                 more
                 sensible
                 ,
                 they
                 entertayne
                 the
                 drougth
                 within
                 their
                 Soules
                 ,
                 without
                 disquietnes
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 that
                 being
                 allwayes
                 a
                 dry
                 with
                 a
                 thirst
                 of
                 loue
                 full
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 they
                 may
                 alwayes
                 drinke
                 ,
                 that
                 so
                 without
                 cease
                 they
                 may
                 rest
                 contented
                 .
              
               
                 Within
                 that
                 first
                 Pallace
                 the
                 chaunting
                 of
                 the
                 Birds
                 did
                 charme
                 thine
                 eares
                 ;
                 and
                 within
                 this
                 heere
                 the
                 sweet
                 musicke
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 rauisheth
                 Spirits
                 .
                 Within
                 that
                 terrestriall
                 dwelling
                 ,
                 the
                 Spring
                 ,
                 the
                 Summer
                 ,
                 &
                 Autunme
                 were
                 incessantly
                 occupied
                 in
                 producing
                 thy
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 this
                 celestial
                 bower
                 an
                 Eternity
                 accomplisheth
                 thee
                 ,
                 withall
                 the
                 goods
                 wherto
                 imaginatiō
                 may
                 attain
                 .
                 There
                 
                 beneath
                 had
                 you
                 diuers
                 houses
                 of
                 pleasure
                 for
                 to
                 walke
                 in
                 ;
                 and
                 heere
                 on
                 high
                 ,
                 the
                 first
                 thought
                 of
                 a
                 desire
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 build
                 a
                 number
                 without
                 number
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 spaces
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 perfection
                 of
                 an
                 incōparable
                 Beauty
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 be
                 delighted
                 with
                 the
                 Courts
                 of
                 the
                 Kings
                 and
                 Princes
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 Greatnesses
                 that
                 attend
                 vpon
                 them
                 ,
                 turne
                 away
                 with
                 a
                 trice
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 thy
                 memory
                 from
                 those
                 little
                 Brookes
                 of
                 a
                 transitory
                 Honour
                 ,
                 &
                 admire
                 this
                 inexhaustible
                 Ocean
                 of
                 the
                 immortall
                 Glory
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 the
                 happy
                 Soules
                 are
                 engulfed
                 ,
                 without
                 suffering
                 shipwrack
                 .
                 Be
                 thou
                 the
                 Eccho
                 then
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 of
                 those
                 diuine
                 words
                 of
                 the
                 Prophet
                 Dauid
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 cryed
                 out
                 so
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 extremity
                 of
                 his
                 languor
                 ;
                 
                   Euen
                   as
                   the
                   Hart
                   desires
                   the
                   currēt
                   of
                   the
                   liuing
                   waters
                   ;
                   so
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   is
                   my
                   soule
                   a
                   thirst
                   after
                   you
                   ,
                   as
                   being
                   the
                   only
                   fountaine
                   ,
                   where
                   I
                   may
                   quench
                   the
                   same
                   .
                
              
               
                 Thou
                 must
                 needs
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 surrender
                 to
                 the
                 Assaults
                 of
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 so
                 sensible
                 ,
                 as
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 to
                 be
                 desired
                 besides
                 this
                 soueraigne
                 good
                 ,
                 whose
                 allurements
                 make
                 our
                 harts
                 to
                 sigh
                 at
                 all
                 howers
                 ;
                 
                   How
                   beautifull
                   are
                   your
                   Eternall
                   Pauillions
                   ?
                   and
                   how
                   exceedingly
                   am
                   I
                   enamoured
                   with
                   them
                
                 (
                 saith
                 the
                 same
                 Prophet
                 ?
                 )
                 
                   My
                   soule
                   faints
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   am
                   rapt
                   in
                   extasy
                   ,
                   
                   when
                   I
                   thinke
                   ,
                   I
                   shall
                   one
                   day
                   see
                   my
                   liuing
                   God
                   face
                   to
                   face
                   .
                
                 O
                 incomparable
                 felicity
                 !
                 ●o
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 cōtemplate
                 the
                 adorable
                 perfections
                 of
                 an
                 Omnipotent
                 !
                 To
                 behould
                 without
                 wincking
                 ,
                 the
                 diuine
                 Beauty
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 created
                 all
                 the
                 goodly
                 things
                 that
                 are
                 !
                 To
                 liue
                 alwaies
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 himselfe
                 !
                 Not
                 to
                 breath
                 but
                 the
                 aire
                 of
                 his
                 Grace
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 sigh
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 Loue
                 !
                 Shall
                 I
                 afford
                 the
                 names
                 of
                 pleasures
                 to
                 these
                 contentments
                 ,
                 whiles
                 all
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 are
                 as
                 sensible
                 dolours
                 ,
                 in
                 comparisō
                 of
                 them
                 ?
                 For
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 true
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 flash
                 of
                 a
                 feeble
                 Ray
                 ,
                 should
                 cause
                 our
                 eyes
                 to
                 weepe
                 in
                 their
                 dazeling
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 temerity
                 they
                 haue
                 had
                 to
                 regard
                 very
                 stedfastly
                 its
                 light
                 ;
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 credible
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 least
                 reflexion
                 of
                 the
                 diuine
                 brightnes
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ,
                 should
                 make
                 vs
                 blind
                 ,
                 in
                 punishment
                 ,
                 for
                 glauncing
                 on
                 an
                 obiect
                 so
                 infinitely
                 raysed
                 aboue
                 our
                 Power
                 ?
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 whatsoeuer
                 is
                 in
                 Eternity
                 can
                 admit
                 no
                 comparison
                 ,
                 with
                 that
                 which
                 is
                 cōprehended
                 in
                 Tyme
                 ▪
                 The
                 Felicities
                 of
                 Paradise
                 cannot
                 be
                 represented
                 in
                 any
                 fashion
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 Spirit
                 cannot
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 carry
                 its
                 thoughtes
                 to
                 the
                 first
                 degre
                 of
                 their
                 diuine
                 habitation
                 .
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 cryed
                 out
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   the
                   eye
                   hath
                   neuer
                   seene
                   the
                   Glory
                   which
                   God
                   hath
                   prepared
                   for
                   the
                   iust
                   .
                
                 Whatsoeuer
                 
                 Saints
                 haue
                 said
                 heerof
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 taken
                 for
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 meere
                 delineation
                 of
                 its
                 Image
                 .
                 And
                 when
                 the
                 Angels
                 should
                 euen
                 descend
                 frō
                 the
                 Heauens
                 to
                 speake
                 to
                 vs
                 therof
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 they
                 were
                 able
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 were
                 not
                 the
                 least
                 portiō
                 of
                 that
                 which
                 it
                 is
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 wel
                 knowne
                 that
                 Beautitude
                 cōsists
                 in
                 beholding
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 in
                 his
                 vision
                 ,
                 the
                 Soule
                 doth
                 find
                 its
                 soueraigne
                 good
                 ;
                 yet
                 for
                 al
                 that
                 ,
                 were
                 this
                 as
                 good
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 say
                 nothing
                 :
                 for
                 howbeit
                 one
                 may
                 imagine
                 a
                 thing
                 sweet
                 ,
                 agreeable
                 and
                 perfectly
                 delicious
                 in
                 the
                 contemplatiō
                 of
                 this
                 diuine
                 Essence
                 ;
                 yet
                 were
                 it
                 impossible
                 this
                 good
                 imagined
                 ,
                 should
                 haue
                 any
                 manner
                 of
                 relation
                 with
                 the
                 Soueraigne
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 inseparable
                 to
                 this
                 Glory
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 search
                 within
                 the
                 power
                 of
                 Nature
                 ,
                 the
                 extreme
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 hath
                 produced
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 hitherto
                 from
                 our
                 Natiuity
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 Flowers
                 shal
                 be
                 changed
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 tyme
                 into
                 thornes
                 ,
                 if
                 but
                 compared
                 to
                 those
                 plants
                 of
                 Felicity
                 which
                 grow
                 in
                 the
                 Heauens
                 .
                 
                   Gold
                   ,
                   Pearles
                
                 ,
                 the
                 Zephyrus
                 ,
                 the
                 Aurora
                 ,
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 the
                 
                   Roses
                   ,
                   Amber
                   ,
                   Muske
                
                 ,
                 the
                 Voyce
                 &
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 strang
                 allurements
                 that
                 Art
                 can
                 produce
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 charme
                 our
                 senses
                 with
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 rauish
                 our
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 are
                 but
                 meere
                 Chimera's
                 ,
                 and
                 vaine
                 shadowes
                 of
                 a
                 body
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 formed
                 through
                 dreames
                 ,
                 in
                 equality
                 ,
                 
                 to
                 the
                 least
                 obiect
                 of
                 contentmēt
                 which
                 they
                 receiue
                 in
                 Paradise
                 .
                 Which
                 makes
                 me
                 repeate
                 againe
                 those
                 sweet
                 words
                 with
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                   ,
                   When
                   shall
                   it
                   be
                   ,
                   Lord
                   ,
                   that
                   I
                   dy
                   to
                   my selfe
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   go
                   liue
                   in
                   you
                   ?
                
                 And
                 with
                 that
                 great
                 other
                 Prophet
                 ;
                 
                   I
                   languish
                   ,
                   o
                   Lord
                   ,
                   in
                   expectation
                   to
                   see
                   you
                   in
                   the
                   mansion
                   of
                   your
                   Eternall
                   glory
                   .
                
              
               
                 What
                 Contentment
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 God!
                 If
                 the
                 only
                 thought
                 of
                 this
                 good
                 so
                 rauish
                 vs
                 with
                 ioy
                 ;
                 what
                 delights
                 must
                 the
                 Hope
                 produce
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 what
                 felicities
                 are
                 they
                 not
                 accomplished
                 in
                 its
                 possession
                 ?
                 The
                 Spirit
                 is
                 alwaies
                 in
                 extasy
                 ,
                 the
                 Soule
                 in
                 rauishment
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 senses
                 in
                 a
                 perfect
                 satiety
                 of
                 their
                 appetits
                 .
                 
                   Dissolue
                   then
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   this
                   soule
                   from
                   my
                   body
                   ,
                   for
                   I
                   dye
                   alwaies
                   through
                   sorrow
                   of
                   not
                   dying
                   soone
                   inough
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   go
                   to
                   liue
                   with
                   you
                   .
                
                 When
                 as
                 those
                 two
                 faithfull
                 Messengers
                 brought
                 equally
                 betweene
                 their
                 shoulders
                 that
                 same
                 goodly
                 bunch
                 of
                 Grapes
                 from
                 the
                 land
                 of
                 Promise
                 ,
                 the
                 fruit
                 so
                 mightily
                 encouraged
                 the
                 people
                 of
                 Israell
                 to
                 the
                 Conquest
                 thereof
                 ,
                 which
                 had
                 produced
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 fell
                 a
                 sighing
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 the
                 last
                 Triumph
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 turne
                 the
                 Medall
                 ,
                 and
                 say
                 that
                 
                   S.
                   Stephen
                
                 and
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 are
                 those
                 two
                 faithfull
                 Messengers
                 of
                 this
                 land
                 of
                 Promise
                 ,
                 since
                 both
                 of
                 them
                 haue
                 tasted
                 of
                 the
                 fruit
                 ,
                 &
                 haue
                 brought
                 to
                 Mortals
                 the
                 happy
                 newes
                 
                 thereof
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 in
                 effect
                 we
                 would
                 behold
                 another
                 Grape
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 mount
                 with
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 vp
                 to
                 the
                 Mounth
                 Thabor
                 ,
                 where
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 made
                 the
                 Apparition
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 splendour
                 of
                 the
                 Glory
                 which
                 enuironed
                 him
                 .
                 And
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 noted
                 they
                 were
                 two
                 to
                 bring
                 this
                 fruit
                 ,
                 since
                 there
                 were
                 two
                 Natures
                 vnited
                 to
                 one
                 Person
                 only
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 if
                 curiosity
                 and
                 doubt
                 transport
                 thy
                 Senses
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 those
                 beautifull
                 Shadowes
                 of
                 Glory
                 which
                 I
                 represent
                 to
                 thee
                 ;
                 harkē
                 to
                 
                   S.
                   Stephen
                
                 ,
                 while
                 he
                 assures
                 thee
                 that
                 he
                 saw
                 the
                 Heauens
                 open
                 .
                 Lend
                 thine
                 eare
                 to
                 the
                 discourses
                 of
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 saith
                 ,
                 How
                 all
                 which
                 he
                 had
                 felt
                 of
                 sweets
                 and
                 pleasures
                 in
                 that
                 bower
                 of
                 felicity
                 ,
                 cannot
                 be
                 expressed
                 ,
                 because
                 it
                 cannot
                 be
                 comprehended
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 desire
                 which
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 had
                 to
                 build
                 three
                 Tabernacles
                 vpon
                 this
                 mountayne
                 all
                 of
                 light
                 ,
                 enforceth
                 thee
                 to
                 giue
                 credit
                 ,
                 and
                 belieue
                 through
                 this
                 shew
                 of
                 fruit
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 soyle
                 that
                 beares
                 it
                 ,
                 abounds
                 in
                 wonders
                 .
                 And
                 that
                 thus
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 passe
                 the
                 Red-sea
                 of
                 torments
                 and
                 of
                 paynes
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 Arke
                 of
                 the
                 Crosse
                 of
                 our
                 Sauiour
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 land
                 at
                 the
                 Port
                 of
                 all
                 those
                 felicities
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 put
                 to
                 sale
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 thou
                 shouldest
                 say
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 what
                 shold
                 be
                 giuen
                 to
                 buy
                 the
                 same
                 ;
                 demaund
                 them
                 of
                 thy
                 Creatour
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 it
                 
                 is
                 that
                 first
                 set
                 price
                 vpon
                 them
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 moūt
                 Caluary
                 .
                 The
                 money
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 is
                 Patience
                 in
                 aduersity
                 ,
                 Humility
                 in
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 Chastity
                 in
                 presence
                 of
                 prophane
                 obiects
                 ,
                 and
                 finally
                 the
                 Exercise
                 of
                 all
                 vertues
                 together
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 where
                 Vice
                 so
                 absolutely
                 reigneth
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 thou
                 wilt
                 buy
                 thē
                 with
                 that
                 Money
                 which
                 is
                 most
                 currant
                 ,
                 and
                 wherof
                 God
                 himselfe
                 made
                 vse
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 to
                 take
                 thee
                 to
                 the
                 Scourges
                 ,
                 the
                 Nayles
                 ,
                 the
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Gaul
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 a
                 definitiue
                 sentence
                 to
                 condemne
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 to
                 the
                 sufferance
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 euills
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 let
                 it
                 not
                 trouble
                 thee
                 awhit
                 to
                 pronounce
                 this
                 Sentence
                 agaynst
                 thy selfe
                 :
                 for
                 if
                 thou
                 cast
                 thy selfe
                 into
                 the
                 burning
                 fornace
                 of
                 diuine
                 loue
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 find
                 the
                 three
                 Innocents
                 there
                 ,
                 in
                 cōpany
                 with
                 the
                 sonne
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 where
                 for
                 to
                 sing
                 forth
                 his
                 glory
                 ,
                 thou
                 shalt
                 beare
                 thy
                 part
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 cast
                 thy selfe
                 into
                 the
                 Sea
                 of
                 thy
                 teares
                 ,
                 Ionas
                 shal
                 be
                 affording
                 thee
                 roome
                 within
                 his
                 little
                 Oratory
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 publish
                 togeather
                 the
                 diuine
                 meruailes
                 of
                 the
                 Omnipotent
                 .
                 If
                 thou
                 crucifiest
                 all
                 thy
                 Passions
                 ,
                 
                   S.
                   Peter
                
                 wil
                 lend
                 thee
                 another
                 halfe
                 of
                 his
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 to
                 participate
                 of
                 his
                 Triumph
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 in
                 the
                 extremest
                 dolours
                 ,
                 shalt
                 thou
                 be
                 tasting
                 the
                 extremest
                 delight
                 .
                 What
                 may
                 happen
                 to
                 thee
                 in
                 thy
                 sufferāces
                 
                 worse
                 then
                 Death
                 ?
                 Ah
                 ,
                 what
                 is
                 more
                 glorious
                 then
                 to
                 suffer
                 and
                 dy
                 for
                 loue
                 !
                 And
                 after
                 God
                 ,
                 what
                 may
                 we
                 loue
                 besides
                 him
                 ?
                 What
                 may
                 we
                 desire
                 ,
                 since
                 his
                 diuine
                 presence
                 very
                 perfectly
                 fils
                 vs
                 ,
                 aswell
                 with
                 happines
                 as
                 with
                 Glory
                 ?
                 If
                 we
                 must
                 needs
                 be
                 stoned
                 ,
                 as
                 
                   S.
                   Stephen
                
                 was
                 ,
                 what
                 ioy
                 to
                 haue
                 our
                 Soule
                 enforced
                 to
                 go
                 forth
                 of
                 the
                 body
                 with
                 the
                 strokes
                 of
                 flints
                 ,
                 that
                 those
                 very
                 stones
                 might
                 serue
                 as
                 Stayres
                 to
                 mount
                 vp
                 to
                 Heauen
                 by
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 we
                 be
                 to
                 be
                 laied
                 on
                 the
                 gridiron
                 as
                 
                   S.
                   Laurence
                
                 was
                 ,
                 shall
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 complaine
                 against
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 for
                 reducing
                 vs
                 to
                 ashes
                 ,
                 while
                 we
                 are
                 but
                 ashes
                 ourselues
                 ?
                 And
                 then
                 a
                 Hart
                 which
                 is
                 truly
                 amourous
                 ,
                 doth
                 burne
                 of
                 it selfe
                 ;
                 in
                 such
                 wise
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 flames
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 cannot
                 but
                 help
                 it
                 to
                 dy
                 readily
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 all
                 it
                 desires
                 .
                 If
                 we
                 be
                 drawne
                 in
                 peeces
                 with
                 foure
                 horses
                 ,
                 as
                 
                   S.
                   Hyppolitus
                
                 was
                 ,
                 are
                 they
                 not
                 sweet
                 streynes
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 of
                 payne
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 haue
                 the
                 life
                 snatched
                 away
                 with
                 the
                 armes
                 and
                 legs
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 Glory
                 of
                 him
                 who
                 hath
                 created
                 the
                 Soule
                 of
                 that
                 body
                 ?
                 And
                 besides
                 ,
                 what
                 an
                 honour
                 was
                 it
                 to
                 
                   S.
                   Hyppolitus
                
                 to
                 see
                 his
                 Spirit
                 carried
                 on
                 a
                 triumphant
                 Chariot
                 ,
                 so
                 drawne
                 with
                 foure
                 horses
                 to
                 the
                 Pallace
                 of
                 Eternity
                 ?
                 If
                 one
                 should
                 be
                 fleaed
                 with
                 
                   S.
                   Bartholomew
                
                 ,
                 
                 what
                 a
                 happines
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 would
                 it
                 be
                 to
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 liuing
                 but
                 of
                 the
                 loue
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 shold
                 behould
                 this
                 amorous
                 life
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 thousand
                 wounds
                 ,
                 to
                 abandon
                 Nature
                 it selfe
                 ?
                 &
                 after
                 hauing
                 made
                 of
                 his
                 bloud
                 a
                 Sea
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
                 to
                 fynd
                 on
                 its
                 waters
                 the
                 port
                 of
                 Eternall
                 ioy
                 ?
                 If
                 they
                 throw
                 vs
                 downe
                 headlong
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 pinnacle
                 of
                 the
                 Temple
                 ,
                 as
                 
                   S.
                   Iames
                
                 was
                 ,
                 how
                 sweet
                 a
                 thing
                 to
                 be
                 oppressed
                 vnder
                 the
                 weight
                 of
                 this
                 Crosse
                 !
                 Should
                 we
                 haue
                 so
                 little
                 courage
                 amidst
                 so
                 many
                 companiōs
                 ,
                 who
                 with
                 their
                 bloud
                 haue
                 tracked
                 vs
                 out
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Pagans
                 who
                 euen
                 buryed
                 their
                 hopes
                 in
                 their
                 Tombe
                 ;
                 not
                 pretending
                 other
                 good
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 a
                 vayne
                 Renowne
                 ,
                 haue
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 some
                 kind
                 of
                 magnanimity
                 in
                 their
                 actions
                 ;
                 for
                 whatsoeuer
                 horrour
                 and
                 amazement
                 Death
                 may
                 haue
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 yet
                 could
                 it
                 not
                 daunt
                 them
                 awhit
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 last
                 shocke
                 of
                 its
                 assaults
                 .
                 Mutius
                 vanquished
                 the
                 fire
                 with
                 one
                 hand
                 ,
                 which
                 vanquished
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 seeing
                 it
                 deuoured
                 with
                 its
                 flames
                 ,
                 without
                 being
                 moued
                 with
                 it
                 .
                 Rutilius
                 foūd
                 his
                 country
                 in
                 his
                 exile
                 .
                 Socrates
                 drunke
                 vp
                 a
                 glasse
                 of
                 poyson
                 to
                 the
                 health
                 of
                 his
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 giue
                 testimony
                 to
                 his
                 friends
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 not
                 sicke
                 of
                 the
                 feare
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 And
                 Cato
                 ,
                 he
                 made
                 of
                 his
                 bosome
                 a
                 sheath
                 for
                 his
                 
                 poynard
                 .
                 Ah!
                 and
                 what
                 !
                 Shall
                 all
                 these
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 haue
                 offered
                 such
                 glorious
                 triumphs
                 to
                 vertue
                 without
                 knowing
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 we
                 trample
                 its
                 Aultars
                 ,
                 and
                 profane
                 its
                 Temples
                 ,
                 after
                 we
                 haue
                 adored
                 them
                 ?
                 for
                 though
                 all
                 be
                 impossible
                 to
                 base
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 yet
                 a
                 generous
                 hart
                 can
                 do
                 all
                 .
                 What
                 a
                 shame
                 were
                 it
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 fly
                 those
                 perils
                 that
                 giue
                 Crownes
                 ?
                 cāst
                 thou
                 not
                 boldly
                 thrust
                 thy selfe
                 pell-mell
                 into
                 a
                 throng
                 of
                 ten
                 thousand
                 crucified
                 ,
                 fifty
                 thousand
                 beheaded
                 ,
                 an
                 hundred
                 thousand
                 rent
                 with
                 Scourges
                 ,
                 two
                 hundred
                 thousand
                 ouerwhelmed
                 ,
                 &
                 murderd
                 with
                 seuerall
                 punishments
                 ,
                 wherein
                 cruelty
                 exercised
                 its
                 tyranny
                 ?
                 Of
                 a
                 million
                 of
                 poore
                 Hermits
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 Religious
                 who
                 haue
                 happily
                 yielded
                 vp
                 their
                 life
                 to
                 the
                 rigorous
                 austerities
                 of
                 a
                 number
                 without
                 number
                 of
                 dolours
                 ?
                 And
                 finally
                 of
                 two
                 Millions
                 of
                 holy
                 Soules
                 ,
                 all
                 sacrificed
                 on
                 the
                 Aultar
                 of
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ?
              
               
                 Darest
                 thou
                 go
                 to
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 way
                 all
                 strewed
                 with
                 roses
                 ,
                 knowing
                 thy
                 Sauiour
                 to
                 haue
                 passed
                 by
                 that
                 of
                 Thornes
                 ?
                 What
                 a
                 shame
                 is
                 it
                 for
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 Paradise
                 alone
                 without
                 hauing
                 suffered
                 a
                 litle
                 euil
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 should
                 bestow
                 so
                 much
                 good
                 vpon
                 thee
                 ?
                 What
                 wonder
                 shines
                 in
                 this
                 diuine
                 Thought
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 hath
                 created
                 the
                 
                 world
                 ,
                 should
                 haue
                 suffered
                 all
                 the
                 euills
                 therof
                 for
                 recompence
                 ?
                 He
                 hath
                 made
                 the
                 Thornes
                 to
                 grow
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 crowne
                 his
                 head
                 withall
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 formed
                 in
                 the
                 Earth
                 the
                 mines
                 of
                 Iron
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 forge
                 the
                 nayles
                 ;
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 liberal
                 hād
                 of
                 his
                 Prouidence
                 ,
                 hath
                 he
                 watered
                 the
                 trees
                 ,
                 which
                 furnished
                 the
                 Iewes
                 with
                 those
                 stakes
                 wherunto
                 he
                 was
                 tyed
                 ;
                 and
                 at
                 the
                 same
                 tyme
                 fed
                 ,
                 &
                 protected
                 the
                 false
                 witnesses
                 that
                 accused
                 him
                 ,
                 the
                 Iudges
                 that
                 condemned
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Executioners
                 who
                 tormented
                 him
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 true
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 his
                 iustice
                 ,
                 he
                 condemned
                 Adam
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 order
                 of
                 his
                 loue
                 he
                 executes
                 the
                 Sentence
                 vpon
                 his
                 owne
                 lyfe
                 .
                 He
                 would
                 haue
                 miseries
                 to
                 reigne
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 but
                 it
                 was
                 but
                 for
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 hath
                 suffered
                 them
                 altogether
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 if
                 in
                 the
                 extremity
                 of
                 thy
                 Sorrowes
                 ,
                 the
                 feeblenes
                 of
                 thy
                 courage
                 should
                 make
                 thee
                 to
                 let
                 fal
                 some
                 complaint
                 ,
                 turne
                 thy
                 face
                 to
                 the
                 Crosse-ward
                 to
                 admire
                 the
                 glory
                 which
                 is
                 inseparable
                 to
                 it
                 .
                 One
                 cannot
                 go
                 from
                 one
                 extreme
                 to
                 another
                 ,
                 without
                 passing
                 through
                 the
                 midst
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 from
                 the
                 Paradise
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 we
                 cannot
                 ascend
                 to
                 that
                 of
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 without
                 passing
                 through
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 that
                 midst
                 where
                 we
                 are
                 necessarily
                 to
                 be
                 purified
                 ,
                 lik●
                 
                 as
                 gould
                 in
                 the
                 fornace
                 .
                 But
                 since
                 the
                 generous
                 are
                 more
                 animated
                 through
                 Hope
                 of
                 Recompence
                 ,
                 then
                 feare
                 of
                 payne
                 ;
                 be
                 thou
                 touched
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 sweet
                 feelings
                 of
                 the
                 felicity
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 vs
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 with
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 the
                 Flames
                 which
                 are
                 prepared
                 .
                 Thou
                 wouldst
                 yield
                 to
                 Loue
                 rather
                 then
                 to
                 Force
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 thy
                 desires
                 be
                 not
                 mercinary
                 .
                 And
                 represent
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 that
                 as
                 the
                 punishments
                 of
                 the
                 guilty
                 are
                 eternal
                 ,
                 so
                 are
                 likewise
                 the
                 ioyes
                 of
                 the
                 blessed
                 immortall
                 .
                 After
                 the
                 tasting
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 yeares
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 they
                 haue
                 not
                 yet
                 begun
                 ;
                 after
                 an
                 hūdred
                 thousand
                 yeares
                 of
                 rest
                 ,
                 they
                 find
                 thēselues
                 in
                 the
                 first
                 moment
                 according
                 to
                 our
                 manner
                 of
                 speaking
                 .
                 After
                 a
                 hundred
                 thousands
                 of
                 millions
                 of
                 yeares
                 of
                 contentments
                 of
                 ioy
                 &
                 felicity
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 alwaies
                 in
                 the
                 first
                 point
                 of
                 their
                 happines
                 ,
                 with
                 so
                 perfect
                 a
                 ioy
                 of
                 the
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 do
                 nothing
                 but
                 reioyce
                 in
                 those
                 delights
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 euen
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 God
                 shal
                 be
                 God
                 ,
                 shall
                 the
                 Glory
                 last
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 are
                 filled
                 with
                 al
                 sorts
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 for
                 euer
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 how
                 profound
                 are
                 thy
                 Abysses
                 !
                 The
                 Imagination
                 cannot
                 sinke
                 its
                 plummet
                 into
                 the
                 bottome
                 of
                 thē
                 ,
                 but
                 is
                 alwaies
                 grieued
                 to
                 haue
                 so
                 ill
                 employed
                 its
                 Tyme
                 .
                 After
                 
                 it
                 hath
                 thought
                 all
                 its
                 life
                 on
                 the
                 meruailes
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 on
                 the
                 miracles
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 enclosed
                 within
                 thy
                 labyrinthes
                 ,
                 it
                 dies
                 in
                 the
                 impotency
                 of
                 approaching
                 to
                 the
                 entry
                 .
                 This
                 Dedalus
                 hath
                 no
                 thred
                 ,
                 this
                 Carriere
                 hath
                 no
                 stop
                 ,
                 this
                 Circumference
                 hath
                 no
                 Center
                 ,
                 nor
                 this
                 Line
                 a
                 point
                 .
                 Eternity
                 termines
                 to
                 God
                 alone
                 ,
                 &
                 God
                 alone
                 to
                 Eternity
                 .
                 O
                 incomprehensible
                 Mystery
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 God
                 should
                 recompence
                 a
                 sigh
                 of
                 Loue
                 ,
                 with
                 an
                 infinite
                 loue
                 !
                 one
                 moment
                 of
                 paine
                 with
                 an
                 Eternity
                 of
                 Glory
                 !
                 For
                 hauing
                 tasted
                 neuer
                 so
                 little
                 of
                 the
                 vinegre
                 of
                 his
                 Chalice
                 ,
                 to
                 quench
                 our
                 thirst
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 torrent
                 of
                 these
                 diuine
                 Sweetnesses
                 !
                 For
                 hauing
                 shed
                 one
                 teare
                 of
                 repentance
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 vs
                 liue
                 eternally
                 in
                 ioy
                 and
                 smiles
                 !
                 For
                 hauing
                 fasted
                 one
                 instant
                 ,
                 to
                 satiate
                 vs
                 for
                 euer
                 with
                 meats
                 the
                 most
                 delicious
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 found
                 in
                 Heauen
                 .
                 And
                 finally
                 ,
                 to
                 recompence
                 one
                 night
                 of
                 trauaile
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 day
                 of
                 eternall
                 Repose
                 .
              
               
                 Thinke
                 neuer
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 but
                 vpon
                 this
                 Eternity
                 ?
                 What
                 pleasures
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 tasts
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 represent
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 they
                 shall
                 one
                 day
                 finish
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 in
                 their
                 end
                 all
                 the
                 Thorns
                 of
                 their
                 Roses
                 shall
                 assemble
                 to
                 make
                 thee
                 feele
                 the
                 sorrow
                 of
                 their
                 priuation
                 ;
                 if
                 thou
                 wouldest
                 haue
                 content
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 not
                 but
                 for
                 Eternity
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 dye
                 continually
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 
                 lyue
                 with
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 liue
                 allwayes
                 to
                 lyue
                 with
                 God.
                 It
                 were
                 to
                 be
                 vnfortunate
                 to
                 be
                 happy
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 true
                 way
                 of
                 felicity
                 is
                 Heauen
                 .
                 Felicity
                 is
                 as
                 immortall
                 as
                 immortality
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 and
                 whither
                 Tyme
                 cannot
                 reach
                 to
                 ,
                 because
                 it
                 is
                 out
                 of
                 Tyme
                 .
                 In
                 such
                 wise
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 learne
                 to
                 speake
                 this
                 diuine
                 lāguage
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 whose
                 Eccho
                 the
                 Prophet
                 is
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 saith
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   languish
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   expectation
                   of
                   seeing
                   you
                   in
                   the
                   mansion
                   of
                   your
                   glory
                   .
                
                 Let
                 this
                 Languor
                 deuoure
                 thee
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 that
                 dying
                 of
                 loue
                 for
                 thy
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 soueraignely
                 louely
                 ,
                 thou
                 maiest
                 go
                 to
                 liue
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 since
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 only
                 Spring
                 of
                 life
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Of
                 the
                 Infernall
                 Paynes
                 .
              
               
                 THE
                 Great
                 King
                 Ezechias
                 was
                 brought
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 point
                 of
                 feare
                 and
                 astonishment
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Prophet
                 assured
                 him
                 he
                 shold
                 dye
                 the
                 morrow
                 after
                 ,
                 as
                 that
                 if
                 his
                 lot
                 had
                 reserued
                 him
                 for
                 shipwracke
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 now
                 runne
                 that
                 danger
                 in
                 the
                 Sea
                 of
                 his
                 teares
                 .
                 That
                 fatall
                 Sentēce
                 tooke
                 away
                 his
                 lyfe
                 before
                 he
                 dyed
                 ;
                 for
                 from
                 the
                 moment
                 that
                 the
                 same
                 was
                 once
                 pronounced
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 he
                 breathed
                 but
                 the
                 ayre
                 of
                 Approaches
                 to
                 an
                 ineuitable
                 death
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 Sorrowes
                 heaped
                 togeather
                 in
                 one
                 what
                 they
                 had
                 of
                 bitter
                 or
                 rigorous
                 ,
                 to
                 torment
                 anew
                 his
                 afflicted
                 Spirit
                 .
                 This
                 poore
                 Prince
                 had
                 but
                 Sighes
                 &
                 Teares
                 to
                 defend
                 himselfe
                 withall
                 agaynst
                 the
                 batteries
                 of
                 a
                 soueraigne
                 Will.
                 He
                 plaines
                 ,
                 but
                 
                 of
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 he
                 cryes
                 but
                 onely
                 to
                 moue
                 Pitty
                 ;
                 he
                 armes
                 his
                 hand
                 with
                 fury
                 against
                 his
                 bosome
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 redoubled
                 blowes
                 smites
                 his
                 breast
                 ,
                 belieuing
                 he
                 layd
                 hard
                 on
                 his
                 hart
                 the
                 while
                 ,
                 as
                 complice
                 of
                 the
                 crymes
                 ,
                 whose
                 punishment
                 he
                 carryed
                 .
                 What
                 shall
                 he
                 do
                 ?
                 the
                 night
                 steales
                 away
                 insensibly
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 light
                 which
                 shall
                 succeed
                 his
                 darknesses
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 shine
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 shew
                 him
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 Sleepe
                 hath
                 already
                 taken
                 its
                 leaue
                 of
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 of
                 being
                 drowned
                 in
                 his
                 continuall
                 teares
                 .
                 Repose
                 abandons
                 his
                 spirit
                 in
                 feare
                 of
                 Death
                 which
                 possesseth
                 him
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 being
                 reduced
                 into
                 a
                 last
                 point
                 of
                 Sufferance
                 ,
                 he
                 apprehēds
                 that
                 euery
                 sigh
                 which
                 he
                 casts
                 to
                 the
                 wind
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 last
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 .
                 The
                 remembrance
                 of
                 his
                 faults
                 so
                 forcibly
                 aggrauates
                 the
                 punishment
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 dares
                 not
                 thinke
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 the
                 sorrow
                 of
                 heauing
                 comitted
                 them
                 :
                 a
                 Sorrow
                 indeed
                 ,
                 so
                 powerfull
                 ,
                 as
                 disarmed
                 the
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 of
                 its
                 Thunders
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 great
                 King
                 lifts
                 vp
                 his
                 hart
                 through
                 Feare
                 deiected
                 ,
                 &
                 constraines
                 it
                 to
                 seeke
                 for
                 hope
                 in
                 that
                 midst
                 of
                 despaire
                 .
                 He
                 humbly
                 cōfesseth
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 those
                 crymes
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 the
                 same
                 tongue
                 wherewith
                 he
                 publisheth
                 them
                 ,
                 he
                 protests
                 before
                 his
                 God
                 ,
                 &
                 his
                 Iudge
                 to
                 commit
                 them
                 no
                 more
                 ;
                 and
                 for
                 assurance
                 
                 beseeches
                 the
                 same
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 same
                 Iudge
                 to
                 cast
                 downe
                 his
                 eyes
                 into
                 the
                 depth
                 of
                 his
                 Soule
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 feelings
                 therof
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 he
                 was
                 heard
                 .
                 Isay
                 the
                 Prophet
                 receaues
                 commaundement
                 to
                 reuoke
                 the
                 Sentence
                 of
                 his
                 Death
                 ,
                 to
                 prolong
                 the
                 terme
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 Sunne
                 turne
                 backe
                 for
                 some
                 part
                 of
                 its
                 way
                 .
                 O
                 admirable
                 Goodnesse
                 !
                 The
                 whole
                 course
                 of
                 the
                 Vniuerse
                 is
                 chaunged
                 ,
                 rather
                 thē
                 to
                 refuse
                 a
                 mans
                 request
                 who
                 promiseth
                 to
                 God
                 to
                 chaūge
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 !
                 But
                 what
                 difference
                 betweene
                 the
                 Sentence
                 which
                 the
                 Prophet
                 pronounceth
                 on
                 the
                 behalfe
                 of
                 God
                 to
                 a
                 guilty
                 King
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 which
                 God
                 himselfe
                 shal
                 pronounce
                 on
                 that
                 great
                 day
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 to
                 the
                 criminal
                 Soules
                 ?
                 They
                 are
                 both
                 verily
                 two
                 Sentences
                 of
                 Death
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 one
                 is
                 signified
                 in
                 Time
                 by
                 a
                 lyuing
                 man
                 ,
                 to
                 a
                 man
                 that
                 is
                 liuing
                 yet
                 ;
                 &
                 the
                 other
                 is
                 proclaymed
                 out
                 of
                 Time
                 by
                 a
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 Spirits
                 which
                 are
                 criminall
                 ,
                 &
                 incapable
                 of
                 repentance
                 .
                 Besides
                 ,
                 we
                 see
                 how
                 the
                 first
                 Sentence
                 was
                 reuoked
                 through
                 grace
                 ,
                 while
                 the
                 other
                 remaines
                 inuiolable
                 by
                 Reason
                 .
                 Mercy
                 moderates
                 the
                 rigour
                 of
                 that
                 there
                 ,
                 &
                 Iustice
                 augmēts
                 the
                 paine
                 of
                 this
                 heere
                 with
                 an
                 Eternity
                 !
                 O
                 most
                 dreadfull
                 Sentence
                 !
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 with
                 the
                 Persians
                 a
                 certaine
                 Prison
                 ,
                 whence
                 the
                 guilty
                 were
                 neuer
                 to
                 go
                 
                 forth
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 called
                 by
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Lethe
                 ,
                 as
                 who
                 would
                 seeme
                 thereby
                 to
                 represent
                 a
                 place
                 of
                 Obliuion
                 ,
                 &
                 where
                 the
                 Thoughts
                 of
                 men
                 do
                 neuer
                 approach
                 .
                 This
                 Prison
                 may
                 well
                 be
                 compared
                 to
                 that
                 of
                 Hell
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 the
                 Thralls
                 do
                 neuer
                 get
                 forth
                 ,
                 nor
                 where
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 do
                 neuer
                 descend
                 in
                 thought
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 place
                 of
                 forgetfulnes
                 ,
                 since
                 God
                 remembers
                 not
                 the
                 wicked
                 Soules
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 cause
                 them
                 only
                 to
                 be
                 tortured
                 by
                 the
                 instruments
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 :
                 
                   They
                   haue
                   no
                   other
                   dwelling
                   then
                   that
                   of
                   their
                   sepulchers
                   ,
                
                 cryeth
                 out
                 the
                 Psalmist
                 ;
                 which
                 is
                 as
                 much
                 to
                 say
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 shal
                 be
                 buried
                 eternally
                 in
                 the
                 tombe
                 of
                 Hel
                 ;
                 or
                 as
                 
                   S.
                   Augustine
                
                 saith
                 ,
                 they
                 shal
                 be
                 full
                 of
                 life
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 their
                 torments
                 ,
                 in
                 being
                 alwaies
                 renewed
                 againe
                 amidst
                 their
                 paynes
                 ,
                 without
                 euer
                 dying
                 .
                 O
                 cruell
                 life
                 !
                 Seing
                 it
                 is
                 more
                 vnsupportable
                 then
                 Death
                 !
                 Let
                 the
                 most
                 afflicted
                 Soules
                 appeare
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Theater
                 of
                 their
                 Martyrings
                 ;
                 let
                 Iultius
                 recount
                 at
                 large
                 the
                 history
                 of
                 his
                 sufferāces
                 .
                 Let
                 Persindas
                 represent
                 to
                 vs
                 sensibly
                 the
                 cruelty
                 of
                 his
                 punishment
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 is
                 exposed
                 al
                 couered
                 with
                 honey
                 to
                 the
                 mercy
                 of
                 the
                 Flies
                 .
                 Let
                 
                   Lepidus
                   Crassus
                
                 communicate
                 with
                 vs
                 through
                 Contagion
                 ,
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 his
                 euill
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 they
                 straitly
                 bound
                 his
                 body
                 to
                 a
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 
                 end
                 the
                 stench
                 might
                 serue
                 as
                 a
                 Torturer
                 to
                 tyrannize
                 his
                 lyfe
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 Let
                 Phocinas
                 the
                 Locrian
                 ,
                 shew
                 vs
                 clerely
                 by
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 the
                 Fire
                 which
                 consumed
                 him
                 ,
                 the
                 torments
                 wherewith
                 he
                 was
                 tyrannized
                 ,
                 in
                 feeling
                 himselfe
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 reduced
                 into
                 Ashes
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 Pamindus
                 the
                 Philosopher
                 expresse
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Amazement
                 of
                 his
                 mortall
                 silence
                 which
                 the
                 punishment
                 of
                 his
                 tongue
                 cut
                 out
                 had
                 brought
                 him
                 to
                 some
                 feeble
                 dolour
                 of
                 his
                 smart
                 .
                 Let
                 Lysander
                 buryed
                 in
                 the
                 brasen
                 Bull
                 by
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 of
                 Syracusa
                 make
                 vs
                 to
                 heare
                 the
                 sad
                 accents
                 of
                 his
                 cryes
                 for
                 to
                 publish
                 with
                 the
                 language
                 of
                 his
                 plaints
                 ,
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 his
                 torments
                 .
                 Let
                 
                   Lelius
                   Cooles
                
                 discouer
                 in
                 his
                 countenance
                 ,
                 the
                 terrour
                 and
                 the
                 anguish
                 of
                 his
                 hart
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Cliffes
                 of
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 he
                 was
                 cast
                 downe
                 headlong
                 .
                 Let
                 
                   Martius
                   Neuola
                
                 mixing
                 the
                 wind
                 of
                 his
                 sighs
                 with
                 those
                 that
                 enkindled
                 the
                 flames
                 which
                 consumed
                 him
                 ,
                 conueigh
                 to
                 our
                 eares
                 the
                 sad
                 harmony
                 of
                 his
                 last
                 groanes
                 .
                 Let
                 Virgilia
                 the
                 wife
                 of
                 Lertius
                 the
                 Romā
                 ,
                 relate
                 to
                 vs
                 at
                 leasure
                 the
                 traunces
                 of
                 Martyring
                 of
                 a
                 hart
                 impoysoned
                 by
                 the
                 cūning
                 Enemy
                 ,
                 who
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 extinguished
                 her
                 in
                 a
                 long
                 course
                 of
                 yeares
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 her
                 sensible
                 by
                 degrees
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 rigors
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 
                 Let
                 Emilia
                 represent
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
                 in
                 her
                 despayre
                 ,
                 the
                 anguishes
                 of
                 a
                 dying
                 Soule
                 ,
                 amidst
                 the
                 presse
                 of
                 her
                 disastres
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 wyfe
                 of
                 Brutus
                 send
                 to
                 our
                 eyes
                 the
                 smoake
                 of
                 the
                 burning
                 coales
                 ,
                 that
                 consumed
                 her
                 bowels
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 feele
                 the
                 heat
                 wherewith
                 she
                 was
                 burned
                 .
                 Let
                 Messina
                 ,
                 before
                 she
                 pluckt
                 out
                 the
                 Hart
                 from
                 her
                 bosome
                 ,
                 partake
                 vs
                 with
                 her
                 torments
                 ,
                 where
                 through
                 a
                 Sentence
                 of
                 her
                 fury
                 ,
                 she
                 condemned
                 her self
                 in
                 making
                 the
                 one
                 part
                 of
                 her
                 Body
                 to
                 serue
                 as
                 a
                 Hangmā
                 to
                 destroy
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 Let
                 Eugenia
                 making
                 a
                 halter
                 of
                 the
                 silke
                 of
                 her
                 Harpe
                 ,
                 giue
                 vs
                 some
                 testimony
                 of
                 the
                 dolour
                 of
                 her
                 precipitous
                 Death
                 .
                 Let
                 Cleopatrae
                 infect
                 the
                 Ayre
                 with
                 the
                 Poyson
                 ,
                 which
                 deuoured
                 her
                 life
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 make
                 vs
                 Companions
                 of
                 her
                 euils
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 these
                 kinds
                 of
                 Martyrings
                 ,
                 these
                 Tortures
                 ,
                 these
                 dolours
                 ,
                 these
                 vncouth
                 tormēts
                 and
                 these
                 euils
                 without
                 example
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 tyrannies
                 exercised
                 by
                 men
                 ,
                 more
                 cruell
                 thē
                 Tygres
                 and
                 Beares
                 ,
                 can
                 admit
                 no
                 comparison
                 with
                 the
                 least
                 paine
                 of
                 the
                 damned
                 .
                 The
                 Thornes
                 of
                 these
                 sufferances
                 ,
                 are
                 Roses
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 bitternes
                 of
                 these
                 anguishes
                 is
                 but
                 hony
                 .
                 One
                 moment
                 of
                 the
                 paines
                 in
                 hell
                 is
                 more
                 intollerable
                 then
                 an
                 Age
                 of
                 Afflictions
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 lend
                 their
                 eares
                 to
                 the
                 lamentable
                 cryes
                 of
                 Ampilaus
                 King
                 of
                 the
                 
                 Pyroti
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 being
                 fastened
                 to
                 his
                 rich
                 Couch
                 with
                 the
                 rude
                 chaines
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 dolours
                 procured
                 through
                 a
                 Sciatica
                 ,
                 his
                 torments
                 pluckt
                 out
                 the
                 hart
                 from
                 his
                 bosome
                 without
                 snatching
                 away
                 the
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 cruell
                 encounter
                 drew
                 his
                 Soule
                 to
                 his
                 lips
                 without
                 suffering
                 it
                 to
                 go
                 forth
                 .
                 To
                 bewaile
                 the
                 rage
                 whereto
                 his
                 euill
                 had
                 brought
                 him
                 ,
                 makes
                 him
                 to
                 throw
                 out
                 fire
                 by
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 to
                 power
                 out
                 water
                 ;
                 to
                 complaine
                 with
                 Sighes
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 excesse
                 of
                 his
                 sufferances
                 ,
                 learnes
                 him
                 a
                 language
                 so
                 dreadfull
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 noyse
                 of
                 Thunder
                 is
                 not
                 more
                 terrible
                 thē
                 that
                 of
                 his
                 voyce
                 ,
                 made
                 hoarse
                 with
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 crying
                 .
                 They
                 do
                 well
                 to
                 decke
                 his
                 bed
                 with
                 the
                 richest
                 ornaments
                 that
                 may
                 be
                 found
                 ,
                 to
                 bring
                 him
                 rest
                 ,
                 while
                 his
                 body
                 is
                 a
                 Bush
                 of
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 his
                 Soule
                 is
                 straytly
                 hedged
                 in
                 :
                 In
                 such
                 sort
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 points
                 of
                 its
                 thornes
                 do
                 afford
                 him
                 a
                 thousād
                 prickes
                 of
                 dolour
                 &
                 martyrings
                 ,
                 whose
                 very
                 thought
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 horrour
                 .
                 They
                 may
                 cast
                 their
                 lookes
                 of
                 pitty
                 on
                 him
                 long
                 inough
                 ,
                 while
                 Cruelty
                 ,
                 which
                 incessantly
                 butchers
                 him
                 ,
                 makes
                 them
                 so
                 feeble
                 in
                 his
                 succour
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 alwaies
                 breaths
                 in
                 the
                 death
                 of
                 his
                 paines
                 without
                 being
                 able
                 euer
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 turne
                 we
                 the
                 Medall
                 ,
                 and
                 lend
                 the
                 eare
                 of
                 our
                 imagination
                 to
                 the
                 warnings
                 of
                 
                 of
                 that
                 great
                 King
                 Pharao
                 ,
                 bound
                 in
                 hell
                 on
                 a
                 bedd
                 of
                 deuouring
                 flames
                 ,
                 which
                 burne
                 without
                 consuming
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 consume
                 him
                 ,
                 without
                 reducing
                 him
                 to
                 ashes
                 .
                 What
                 inequality
                 of
                 euills
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 difference
                 of
                 cryes
                 ?
                 The
                 one
                 in
                 tyme
                 feeles
                 very
                 piercing
                 dolours
                 vpon
                 a
                 couch
                 of
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 suffers
                 a
                 thousand
                 paynes
                 ,
                 all
                 eternall
                 ,
                 vpon
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 fire
                 .
                 He
                 there
                 yields
                 vp
                 his
                 miserable
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 shocke
                 of
                 a
                 cruell
                 torment
                 ;
                 and
                 he
                 heere
                 reuiuing
                 allwayes
                 of
                 his
                 Ashes
                 amidst
                 his
                 punishment
                 ,
                 lyues
                 not
                 but
                 to
                 dye
                 in
                 his
                 sufferances
                 of
                 a
                 death
                 eternally
                 lyuing
                 .
                 The
                 former
                 comforts
                 himselfe
                 with
                 the
                 hope
                 of
                 a
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 &
                 the
                 latter
                 finds
                 increase
                 of
                 his
                 torments
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 despayre
                 of
                 euer
                 seeing
                 an
                 end
                 .
                 Let
                 them
                 thinke
                 a
                 litle
                 on
                 the
                 sensible
                 tormēts
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 Tegonus
                 ,
                 that
                 great
                 Prince
                 of
                 Almaine
                 was
                 afflicted
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 his
                 hart
                 serued
                 before
                 hand
                 as
                 a
                 Coffin
                 for
                 the
                 worms
                 ,
                 which
                 gnawed
                 him
                 without
                 cease
                 to
                 deuoure
                 his
                 lyfe
                 .
                 A
                 punishment
                 as
                 cruell
                 as
                 prodigious
                 :
                 this
                 was
                 a
                 lyuing
                 death
                 ,
                 gliding
                 in
                 his
                 bosom
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 forged
                 darts
                 of
                 incomparable
                 dolour
                 for
                 to
                 martyr
                 him
                 withal
                 .
                 He
                 wants
                 for
                 nothing
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 wants
                 he
                 all
                 ,
                 since
                 all
                 fayles
                 him
                 of
                 his
                 content
                 .
                 His
                 subiects
                 are
                 about
                 him
                 to
                 
                 receyue
                 his
                 Commaundements
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 knowes
                 not
                 what
                 to
                 commaund
                 them
                 for
                 his
                 succour
                 .
                 The
                 remedyes
                 they
                 offer
                 him
                 are
                 vnprofitable
                 in
                 the
                 ignorance
                 of
                 his
                 malady
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 skilfullest
                 Phisitians
                 of
                 them
                 vnderstand
                 not
                 the
                 cause
                 therof
                 ,
                 which
                 makes
                 thē
                 ingenious
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 afflict
                 him
                 a
                 new
                 ,
                 in
                 steeping
                 his
                 mouth
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 sorts
                 of
                 bitternesses
                 .
                 He
                 cryes
                 out
                 in
                 the
                 extremity
                 of
                 his
                 languours
                 ,
                 but
                 ech
                 one
                 by
                 his
                 eyes
                 makes
                 answere
                 to
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
                 in
                 weeping
                 at
                 the
                 noyse
                 of
                 his
                 sobs
                 and
                 his
                 complaynts
                 .
                 And
                 after
                 hauing
                 suffered
                 as
                 many
                 deaths
                 as
                 he
                 sent
                 forth
                 sighes
                 ,
                 he
                 payed
                 at
                 last
                 the
                 tribute
                 which
                 he
                 owed
                 to
                 Nature
                 .
              
               
                 Cast
                 yet
                 the
                 view
                 of
                 your
                 imagination
                 vpon
                 the
                 backside
                 of
                 the
                 Medall
                 ,
                 to
                 heare
                 the
                 cryes
                 ,
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 hideous
                 ,
                 of
                 another
                 Prince
                 abiding
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 being
                 touched
                 with
                 the
                 malady
                 of
                 a
                 worme
                 which
                 gnawes
                 him
                 eternally
                 ,
                 without
                 deuouring
                 him
                 .
                 He
                 sees
                 all
                 his
                 Subiects
                 about
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 culpable
                 as
                 he
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 astonishment
                 they
                 are
                 in
                 ,
                 they
                 answere
                 him
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 eyes
                 only
                 ,
                 as
                 vnable
                 to
                 succour
                 him
                 ,
                 or
                 to
                 helpe
                 themselues
                 .
                 The
                 Deuils
                 are
                 his
                 Phisitians
                 ,
                 who
                 not
                 knowing
                 the
                 meanes
                 to
                 cure
                 him
                 ,
                 inuental
                 sorts
                 of
                 punishmēts
                 to
                 tyrannize
                 his
                 Soule
                 .
                 
                 But
                 what
                 difference
                 of
                 paynes
                 ?
                 That
                 Prince
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 findes
                 this
                 consolation
                 in
                 his
                 afflictions
                 ,
                 that
                 after
                 the
                 wormes
                 shall
                 haue
                 deuoured
                 his
                 Hart
                 ,
                 his
                 life
                 shall
                 haue
                 an
                 end
                 with
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 their
                 prey
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 his
                 punishment
                 .
                 And
                 on
                 the
                 contrary
                 this
                 Prince
                 of
                 Hell
                 ,
                 finds
                 alwaies
                 the
                 begining
                 of
                 his
                 euills
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 paines
                 .
                 The
                 worme
                 that
                 gnawes
                 him
                 ,
                 is
                 immortall
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 prey
                 which
                 it
                 deuoures
                 :
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 his
                 dolours
                 remaine
                 extreme
                 in
                 their
                 excesse
                 .
                 The
                 one
                 turning
                 his
                 Face
                 to
                 the
                 Tomb-wards
                 ,
                 beholds
                 there
                 his
                 sufferance
                 buryed
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 sees
                 himselfe
                 buryed
                 yet
                 lyuing
                 within
                 a
                 tombe
                 of
                 Fire
                 ,
                 which
                 through
                 a
                 cruell
                 property
                 entertaines
                 that
                 which
                 it
                 burnes
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 it
                 may
                 neuer
                 wāt
                 matter
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 may
                 be
                 imagined
                 more
                 insupportable
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 torment
                 wherewith
                 Charles
                 King
                 of
                 Nauarre
                 dyed
                 of
                 ?
                 The
                 Phisitians
                 knowing
                 he
                 had
                 a
                 very
                 little
                 life
                 left
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 body
                 ,
                 employed
                 this
                 vayne
                 deuice
                 for
                 his
                 comfort
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 to
                 sow
                 him
                 vp
                 in
                 a
                 sheet
                 steept
                 in
                 Aqua-vitae
                 ,
                 of
                 purpose
                 to
                 prolong
                 his
                 life
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 ill
                 lucke
                 was
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 seruant
                 who
                 had
                 sowed
                 him
                 therein
                 ,
                 burnt
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 threed
                 insteed
                 of
                 cutting
                 it
                 asunder
                 ,
                 where
                 to
                 say
                 better
                 ,
                 he
                 burnt
                 the
                 
                 whole
                 sheet
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 King
                 that
                 was
                 shut
                 within
                 .
                 Represent
                 we
                 to
                 our selues
                 now
                 the
                 fearefull
                 cryes
                 of
                 this
                 vnhappy
                 Prince
                 ,
                 who
                 being
                 enchayned
                 in
                 a
                 straite
                 Prison
                 all
                 of
                 Fyre
                 ,
                 casts
                 forth
                 the
                 last
                 sighes
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Flames
                 ,
                 quickened
                 with
                 so
                 excessiue
                 an
                 heate
                 as
                 they
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 compared
                 but
                 to
                 chose
                 of
                 the
                 Fornace
                 .
                 They
                 come
                 to
                 his
                 Succour
                 ,
                 but
                 Death
                 at
                 that
                 instant
                 ,
                 touched
                 with
                 pitty
                 ,
                 preuents
                 the
                 helpe
                 they
                 could
                 afford
                 ,
                 in
                 finishing
                 his
                 euils
                 with
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 looke
                 we
                 yet
                 still
                 in
                 the
                 backeside
                 of
                 this
                 Madall
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 torments
                 and
                 cruelty
                 which
                 a
                 new
                 King
                 suffers
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 Hel
                 ,
                 being
                 fast
                 enchayned
                 within
                 a
                 burning
                 prison
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 alwayes
                 burnes
                 without
                 euer
                 dying
                 .
                 What
                 difference
                 of
                 Torments
                 !
                 The
                 one
                 is
                 left
                 to
                 the
                 mercy
                 of
                 deuouring
                 flames
                 ,
                 being
                 watered
                 with
                 a
                 water
                 which
                 increaseth
                 the
                 heat
                 ;
                 imploying
                 in
                 vayne
                 for
                 his
                 Succour
                 ,
                 the
                 endeauour
                 of
                 his
                 voyce
                 ;
                 &
                 the
                 other
                 enuironed
                 with
                 despaire
                 ,
                 endures
                 the
                 paine
                 of
                 eternall
                 Fire
                 ,
                 which
                 burnes
                 him
                 without
                 taking
                 away
                 his
                 life
                 .
                 You
                 see
                 very
                 sensibly
                 ,
                 O
                 you
                 soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 payne
                 which
                 one
                 suffers
                 in
                 this
                 vale
                 of
                 teares
                 ,
                 cannot
                 be
                 compared
                 ,
                 how
                 cruell
                 soeuer
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 least
                 dolours
                 of
                 the
                 dāned
                 .
                 I
                 
                 I
                 graunt
                 the
                 Stone
                 ,
                 or
                 Grauell
                 ,
                 the
                 wind-cholicke
                 ,
                 the
                 Sciatica
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 other
                 Maladies
                 besides
                 ,
                 deliuer
                 you
                 into
                 a
                 restles
                 combat
                 of
                 punishments
                 ,
                 and
                 torments
                 ,
                 yet
                 their
                 sharpest
                 fits
                 ,
                 their
                 piercing
                 points
                 ,
                 their
                 gaul
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 rigours
                 are
                 true
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 ioyes
                 ,
                 and
                 rauishments
                 of
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 in
                 comparison
                 of
                 the
                 sufferings
                 of
                 Soules
                 eternally
                 criminall
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 
                   Lucius
                   Fabius
                
                 maintayne
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 discourse
                 of
                 his
                 miseryes
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 last
                 day
                 of
                 his
                 lyfe
                 had
                 lasted
                 three
                 Monthes
                 ,
                 he
                 lyuing
                 the
                 while
                 without
                 being
                 able
                 once
                 to
                 close
                 the
                 ey-lids
                 at
                 the
                 approch
                 of
                 sleep
                 .
                 Let
                 Theocrates
                 ,
                 publishing
                 his
                 vnhappines
                 ,
                 vaunt
                 contentiously
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 afflicted
                 Soule
                 ,
                 how
                 he
                 had
                 lodged
                 thirty
                 six
                 yeares
                 in
                 a
                 bed
                 ,
                 in
                 cōpany
                 with
                 a
                 thousand
                 sorts
                 of
                 payne
                 ,
                 which
                 visited
                 him
                 one
                 after
                 another
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 vnfortunate
                 Caricles
                 ,
                 trayling
                 without
                 cease
                 the
                 durt
                 of
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 through
                 that
                 of
                 the
                 streets
                 of
                 Athens
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 sixty
                 yeares
                 ,
                 moue
                 cōpassion
                 in
                 the
                 harts
                 of
                 those
                 ,
                 which
                 neuer
                 had
                 it
                 ,
                 in
                 consideration
                 of
                 his
                 Misery
                 ;
                 yet
                 is
                 the
                 lamentable
                 history
                 of
                 al
                 these
                 euils
                 a
                 very
                 Canticle
                 of
                 ioy
                 and
                 gladnes
                 ,
                 in
                 comparison
                 of
                 the
                 sufferances
                 of
                 the
                 damned
                 .
                 For
                 if
                 Fabius
                 haue
                 watched
                 three
                 monthes
                 in
                 the
                 
                 world
                 ,
                 Cain
                 neuer
                 sleeps
                 in
                 hell
                 :
                 if
                 Theocrates
                 haue
                 passed
                 his
                 Thorny
                 life
                 in
                 a
                 like
                 couch
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 he
                 neuer
                 came
                 forth
                 to
                 re-enter
                 into
                 the
                 Tombet
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 fifteene
                 hundred
                 yeares
                 or
                 more
                 since
                 the
                 Richman
                 hath
                 lodged
                 in
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 flames
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 Hell
                 ,
                 without
                 hope
                 that
                 the
                 ice
                 of
                 death
                 shall
                 euer
                 slake
                 the
                 heate
                 of
                 its
                 fires
                 .
                 Let
                 Caricles
                 trayle
                 his
                 liuing
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 diuers
                 wayes
                 ,
                 which
                 lead
                 him
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 he
                 finds
                 yet
                 a
                 Port
                 after
                 so
                 many
                 stormes
                 ;
                 but
                 Pharao
                 may
                 be
                 dragged
                 long
                 inough
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 deuils
                 in
                 Hel
                 ,
                 ere
                 there
                 be
                 any
                 death
                 ,
                 or
                 sepulcher
                 for
                 him
                 ,
                 which
                 may
                 afford
                 him
                 an
                 end
                 to
                 his
                 paines
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 the
                 difference
                 is
                 so
                 great
                 betweene
                 the
                 euills
                 of
                 the
                 one
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 punishment
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 as
                 one
                 cannot
                 thinke
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 a
                 profound
                 astonishment
                 :
                 
                   How
                   profound
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   are
                   the
                   Abysses
                   of
                   thy
                   Iustice
                
                 !
              
               
                 You
                 Soules
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 pul
                 off
                 the
                 veyle
                 that
                 blinds
                 you
                 so
                 ;
                 Breake
                 you
                 the
                 rackes
                 of
                 your
                 Passions
                 ,
                 that
                 with-hould
                 you
                 in
                 your
                 vices
                 .
                 To
                 what
                 purpose
                 ,
                 thinke
                 you
                 ,
                 is
                 a
                 moment
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 while
                 it
                 robs
                 you
                 of
                 eternal
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 brings
                 you
                 forth
                 a
                 Hel
                 of
                 dolours
                 ?
                 A
                 little
                 shiuering
                 of
                 a
                 Feauer
                 makes
                 you
                 to
                 quake
                 for
                 feare
                 .
                 A
                 fit
                 of
                 Heate
                 makes
                 you
                 to
                 breath
                 the
                 aire
                 of
                 a
                 burning
                 life
                 ,
                 &
                 to
                 sigh
                 at
                 once
                 with
                 the
                 ardour
                 which
                 
                 consumes
                 you
                 quite
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 What
                 would
                 you
                 do
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Cold
                 of
                 Ice
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Heat
                 of
                 the
                 flames
                 shal
                 by
                 turnes
                 tormēt
                 you
                 eternally
                 ?
                 One
                 glasse
                 of
                 a
                 potion
                 ,
                 one
                 little
                 twitch
                 with
                 a
                 launcent
                 ,
                 two
                 nightes
                 without
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 within
                 a
                 bed
                 very
                 softly
                 made
                 ,
                 brings
                 you
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 gaspe
                 .
                 Ah!
                 What
                 shall
                 it
                 be
                 in
                 those
                 darkesome
                 places
                 ,
                 where
                 a
                 gaul
                 ,
                 more
                 bitter
                 then
                 gaul
                 ,
                 shal
                 be
                 alwaies
                 in
                 your
                 mouth
                 !
                 Where
                 a
                 thousand
                 strokes
                 of
                 the
                 launcets
                 of
                 fire
                 shall
                 pierce
                 you
                 ,
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 veyne
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 hart
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 wound
                 alwayes
                 bloudy
                 ,
                 and
                 euer
                 new
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 eternize
                 the
                 payne
                 thereof
                 ;
                 where
                 a
                 perpetuall
                 vnrest
                 shall
                 banish
                 rest
                 for
                 euer
                 from
                 your
                 spirit
                 ,
                 and
                 sleepe
                 from
                 your
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 was
                 a
                 great
                 Personage
                 of
                 our
                 tyme
                 who
                 had
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 horrour
                 of
                 Medicines
                 ,
                 that
                 al
                 the
                 euils
                 whose
                 dolours
                 he
                 had
                 proued
                 were
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 lesse
                 sensible
                 to
                 him
                 then
                 their
                 bitternes
                 ;
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 after
                 he
                 had
                 tasted
                 the
                 gaule
                 thereof
                 diuers
                 tymes
                 ,
                 this
                 cōceipt
                 came
                 into
                 his
                 mynd
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 there
                 should
                 be
                 no
                 other
                 punishment
                 in
                 Hell
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 taking
                 continually
                 medicines
                 ,
                 it
                 would
                 be
                 insufferable
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 should
                 thinke
                 that
                 if
                 all
                 the
                 gaule
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 bitternes
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 were
                 put
                 together
                 in
                 a
                 vessell
                 ,
                 one
                 would
                 take
                 that
                 liquour
                 for
                 imaginary
                 
                 Nectar
                 ,
                 in
                 comparison
                 of
                 the
                 puddle
                 ,
                 &
                 salt
                 waters
                 ,
                 whereof
                 the
                 damned
                 are
                 made
                 to
                 drinke
                 .
                 Bethinke
                 your selues
                 ,
                 profane
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 establish
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 the
                 foundation
                 of
                 your
                 repose
                 .
                 Open
                 your
                 eyes
                 to
                 behould
                 the
                 disastres
                 which
                 enuiron
                 you
                 .
                 You
                 seeke
                 a
                 Paradise
                 on
                 Earth
                 ,
                 but
                 you
                 find
                 not
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 any
                 other
                 Center
                 then
                 Hell.
                 What
                 pretend
                 you
                 ?
                 Pleasures
                 can
                 accompany
                 you
                 no
                 further
                 thē
                 the
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 you
                 must
                 quit
                 their
                 company
                 wirh
                 life
                 .
                 Now
                 what
                 a
                 griefe
                 hath
                 one
                 in
                 dying
                 to
                 abandon
                 the
                 seat
                 of
                 delights
                 for
                 to
                 enter
                 into
                 that
                 of
                 torments
                 ?
              
               
                 Admit
                 ,
                 one
                 had
                 passed
                 very
                 pleasantly
                 a
                 hundred
                 yeares
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 moment
                 of
                 that
                 tyme
                 ,
                 what
                 satisfaction
                 remaines
                 him
                 thereof
                 ,
                 since
                 by
                 the
                 law
                 of
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 it
                 must
                 necessarily
                 ensue
                 ,
                 that
                 euery
                 one
                 in
                 his
                 turne
                 shal
                 be
                 gathering
                 the
                 thornes
                 of
                 all
                 his
                 Roses
                 ?
                 Euery
                 ioy
                 hath
                 its
                 sadnes
                 ,
                 euery
                 fortune
                 its
                 crosses
                 :
                 so
                 likewise
                 may
                 we
                 boldly
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 euery
                 pleasure
                 hath
                 its
                 payne
                 .
                 If
                 we
                 let
                 our
                 first
                 life
                 runne
                 out
                 in
                 contentments
                 ,
                 the
                 latter
                 shal
                 become
                 immortall
                 in
                 punishments
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 an
                 inuiolable
                 decree
                 pronounced
                 by
                 God
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 Mount
                 of
                 Caluary
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 who
                 will
                 not
                 follow
                 the
                 way
                 which
                 he
                 hath
                 taken
                 vpō
                 him
                 ▪
                 for
                 to
                 go
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 shall
                 neuer
                 enter
                 therin
                 .
                 
                 Flatter
                 not
                 your selues
                 ,
                 you
                 Princes
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 who
                 being
                 raysed
                 vpon
                 Thrones
                 of
                 snow
                 and
                 smoke
                 ,
                 forget
                 your selues
                 so
                 much
                 in
                 your
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 become
                 Idolatours
                 of
                 your
                 good
                 Fortune
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 be
                 borne
                 puissant
                 ,
                 consider
                 how
                 your
                 power
                 is
                 of
                 glasse
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 with
                 all
                 your
                 Treasures
                 you
                 shall
                 not
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 purchase
                 a
                 moment
                 of
                 assured
                 life
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 aduantage
                 you
                 haue
                 aboue
                 others
                 ,
                 is
                 to
                 be
                 able
                 to
                 hide
                 your
                 faults
                 with
                 the
                 more
                 artificiousnes
                 ,
                 vnder
                 your
                 sumptuous
                 habit
                 ;
                 but
                 vpon
                 the
                 vncertaine
                 day
                 of
                 your
                 Death
                 ,
                 shall
                 you
                 make
                 demonstration
                 of
                 your
                 misery
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Corruption
                 which
                 you
                 carry
                 within
                 ,
                 must
                 necessarily
                 appeare
                 without
                 .
                 Thinke
                 you
                 that
                 the
                 Empire
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 extends
                 any
                 further
                 then
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ?
                 Euen
                 as
                 at
                 your
                 birth
                 you
                 were
                 wrapped
                 in
                 Clouts
                 ;
                 so
                 likewise
                 dying
                 ,
                 wil
                 they
                 be
                 foulding
                 you
                 in
                 a
                 sheete
                 ,
                 how
                 rich
                 soeuer
                 you
                 be
                 .
                 And
                 your
                 Diademe
                 shall
                 remaine
                 in
                 your
                 Pallace
                 for
                 to
                 Crowne
                 others
                 withall
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 way
                 where
                 they
                 are
                 to
                 follow
                 you
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 likewise
                 are
                 continually
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 is
                 not
                 all
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 also
                 to
                 passe
                 the
                 examine
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 before
                 a
                 soueraigne
                 Iudge
                 ,
                 and
                 dreadfull
                 in
                 his
                 Iustice.
                 You
                 shal
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 succour
                 thē
                 that
                 of
                 your
                 workes
                 .
                 
                 If
                 they
                 be
                 good
                 ,
                 their
                 recompence
                 is
                 prepared
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 they
                 be
                 naught
                 ,
                 then
                 paynes
                 attend
                 them
                 .
                 In
                 what
                 amazement
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 what
                 terrour
                 is
                 a
                 Soule
                 brought
                 vnto
                 before
                 the
                 face
                 of
                 his
                 God
                 ,
                 whiles
                 his
                 crymes
                 accuse
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 condemne
                 him
                 to
                 euerlasting
                 fires
                 ?
                 
                   O
                   how
                   the
                   Iudgements
                   of
                   God
                   are
                   different
                   frō
                   those
                   of
                   men
                   ,
                
                 cryes
                 that
                 great
                 Saint
                 !
                 You
                 delicate
                 Soules
                 ,
                 whome
                 a
                 little
                 griefe
                 makes
                 to
                 looke
                 pale
                 with
                 feare
                 ,
                 astonishment
                 and
                 feeblenes
                 ,
                 what
                 will
                 you
                 do
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 where
                 euills
                 are
                 in
                 their
                 excesse
                 ,
                 without
                 finding
                 any
                 end
                 in
                 them
                 ?
                 The
                 noyse
                 of
                 a
                 fly
                 troubles
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 of
                 a
                 Caroch
                 hinders
                 you
                 from
                 sleepe
                 .
                 Ah!
                 What
                 shall
                 that
                 be
                 in
                 those
                 darcksome
                 places
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 cryes
                 of
                 the
                 Torturers
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 the
                 guilty
                 shall
                 continually
                 strike
                 your
                 eares
                 ?
                 If
                 you
                 passe
                 but
                 one
                 might
                 only
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 without
                 a
                 winke
                 of
                 sleep
                 ,
                 you
                 fall
                 to
                 complayning
                 after
                 you
                 haue
                 fetched
                 a
                 thousand
                 &
                 a
                 thousand
                 sighes
                 ,
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 day
                 ;
                 &
                 there
                 below
                 ,
                 within
                 those
                 obscure
                 dwellings
                 ,
                 the
                 darcknesses
                 are
                 eternall
                 ,
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 disorders
                 and
                 disquietnesses
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 winters
                 day
                 killes
                 you
                 quite
                 within
                 the
                 goodly
                 prisons
                 of
                 your
                 chambers
                 ,
                 &
                 a
                 summers-day
                 within
                 that
                 of
                 your
                 Halles
                 ,
                 built
                 of
                 proofe
                 agaynst
                 the
                 heate
                 of
                 the
                 sun
                 
                 for
                 to
                 auoyd
                 alike
                 ,
                 the
                 incommodityes
                 both
                 of
                 cold
                 and
                 heate
                 ;
                 And
                 in
                 Hell
                 shall
                 you
                 alwayes
                 burne
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 cold
                 of
                 ice
                 doe
                 not
                 giue
                 you
                 some
                 respites
                 to
                 the
                 tormentes
                 of
                 your
                 fires
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 that
                 meanes
                 one
                 punishmēt
                 come
                 to
                 succeed
                 another
                 .
                 Hēce
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 the
                 Prophet
                 cryes
                 ;
                 
                   Lord
                   haue
                   pitty
                   vpon
                   me
                   ,
                   in
                   the
                   day
                   of
                   thy
                   Iustice.
                
                 O
                 day
                 full
                 of
                 horrour
                 &
                 amazement
                 !
                 Where
                 the
                 liuing
                 flames
                 ,
                 after
                 they
                 haue
                 deuoured
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 shall
                 prosecute
                 the
                 guilty
                 Soules
                 in
                 the
                 deepest
                 Abysses
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 exercise
                 the
                 Iustice
                 of
                 the
                 Omnipotent
                 !
                 What
                 vnprofitable
                 cryes
                 ,
                 what
                 vaine
                 lamēts
                 !
                 They
                 may
                 sigh
                 long
                 inough
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 voyce
                 of
                 their
                 repentance
                 shal
                 be
                 so
                 feeble
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 shall
                 not
                 be
                 able
                 euer
                 to
                 cōuey
                 its
                 accēts
                 to
                 the
                 cares
                 of
                 God.
                 But
                 what
                 disorder
                 also
                 of
                 a
                 iust
                 cruelty
                 ?
                 The
                 innocent
                 shall
                 curse
                 the
                 guilty
                 Father
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 reioyce
                 in
                 his
                 torments
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 so
                 many
                 effects
                 of
                 the
                 diuine
                 Iustice
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 punishments
                 of
                 the
                 damned
                 make
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 felicity
                 of
                 the
                 happy
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 reioycing
                 in
                 the
                 Iustice
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 in
                 his
                 Mercy
                 .
                 
                   The
                   cryes
                   of
                   the
                   accursed
                   Soules
                   ,
                   O
                   Lord
                   ,
                   are
                   as
                   so
                   many
                   Canticles
                   of
                   thy
                   Glory
                   ,
                   since
                   they
                   publish
                   incessantly
                   the
                   truth
                   of
                   thy
                   Iustice.
                   
                
              
               
                 O
                 impious
                 Soules
                 ,
                 in
                 your
                 voluntary
                 blindnes
                 !
                 Why
                 will
                 you
                 not
                 suffer
                 your
                 reason
                 
                 to
                 see
                 how
                 the
                 pleasures
                 you
                 tast
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 do
                 bring
                 the
                 consequence
                 of
                 the
                 euills
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 suffer
                 in
                 the
                 other
                 ?
                 When
                 will
                 you
                 confesse
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 hope
                 which
                 makes
                 you
                 to
                 imbrace
                 with
                 so
                 much
                 affection
                 the
                 future
                 ,
                 is
                 vayne
                 and
                 deceiptfull
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 it
                 hath
                 for
                 foundation
                 of
                 its
                 promises
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 argument
                 of
                 your
                 Misfortunes
                 .
                 You
                 run
                 after
                 imaginary
                 goods
                 ;
                 &
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 your
                 Carriers
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 find
                 but
                 true
                 euils
                 .
                 Since
                 repose
                 seemes
                 as
                 naturally
                 sweet
                 vnto
                 vs
                 ,
                 why
                 haue
                 we
                 not
                 the
                 Eternity
                 therof
                 ?
                 Our
                 lyfe
                 is
                 a
                 new
                 Hell
                 of
                 annoyes
                 and
                 disquietnes
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 within
                 the
                 Hell
                 of
                 this
                 life
                 ,
                 we
                 build
                 to
                 our selues
                 another
                 Hel
                 ,
                 to
                 lyue
                 there
                 eternally
                 .
                 What
                 a
                 prodigy
                 of
                 cruelty
                 do
                 we
                 seeme
                 to
                 exercise
                 agaynst
                 our selues
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 sell
                 an
                 immortall
                 felicity
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 moment
                 of
                 pleasures
                 ?
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 ioy
                 which
                 is
                 promised
                 vs
                 ,
                 hath
                 not
                 baites
                 which
                 are
                 powerfull
                 inough
                 to
                 attract
                 vs
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 payne
                 which
                 followes
                 the
                 offence
                 ,
                 purify
                 our
                 desires
                 ,
                 &
                 iustify
                 all
                 our
                 enterprises
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 ,
                 how
                 
                   S.
                   Augustine
                
                 makes
                 ,
                 on
                 this
                 subiect
                 ,
                 a
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 to
                 resound
                 in
                 our
                 eares
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 sayth
                 ;
                 
                   I
                   loue
                   thee
                   not
                   ,
                   Lord
                   ,
                   for
                   the
                   feare
                   I
                   haue
                   of
                   thy
                   Hell
                   ,
                   nor
                   for
                   the
                   hope
                   of
                   thy
                   Paradise
                   ,
                   but
                   rather
                   for
                   the
                   loue
                   of
                   thy selfe
                   .
                
                 How
                 many
                 mercinary
                 Soules
                 do
                 we
                 see
                 in
                 the
                 
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 no
                 other
                 obiect
                 in
                 their
                 actions
                 ,
                 thē
                 that
                 of
                 Glory
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 of
                 Payne
                 ;
                 &
                 in
                 a
                 word
                 who
                 loue
                 not
                 God
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 his
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 nor
                 feare
                 him
                 awhit
                 but
                 for
                 his
                 hel
                 .
                 What
                 affectiō
                 ?
                 As
                 if
                 vertue
                 had
                 not
                 Charmes
                 inough
                 to
                 make
                 it selfe
                 beloued
                 without
                 the
                 helpe
                 of
                 recompence
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 paine
                 ?
                 Alas
                 ,
                 Lord
                 !
                 what
                 manner
                 of
                 respects
                 would
                 the
                 wicked
                 affoard
                 you
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 could
                 be
                 without
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 or
                 if
                 you
                 had
                 not
                 a
                 Hell
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 exercise
                 your
                 Iustice
                 in
                 ?
                 since
                 with
                 all
                 your
                 felicities
                 ,
                 &
                 your
                 punishments
                 ,
                 they
                 so
                 deepely
                 forget
                 the
                 Greatnesse
                 of
                 your
                 infinite
                 Glory
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 equall
                 power
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 liue
                 without
                 yeilding
                 to
                 your
                 diuine
                 Maiesty
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 least
                 homage
                 of
                 thoght
                 .
                 Who
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 were
                 Gods
                 themselues
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 regard
                 not
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 looke
                 on
                 the
                 Starres
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 Soule
                 ,
                 Loue
                 then
                 thy
                 God
                 ,
                 for
                 his
                 owne
                 sake
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 is
                 perfectly
                 louely
                 ;
                 nor
                 euer
                 thinke
                 of
                 his
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 thinking
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 is
                 thy
                 soueraigne
                 Good.
                 Feare
                 him
                 in
                 like
                 manner
                 ,
                 without
                 musing
                 on
                 the
                 Thunders
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 with
                 an
                 amourous
                 feare
                 ,
                 which
                 hath
                 for
                 obiect
                 ,
                 but
                 Humility
                 ,
                 and
                 Respect
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 the
                 Good
                 be
                 alwaies
                 good
                 ,
                 content
                 thy selfe
                 with
                 the
                 satisfaction
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 inseparable
                 
                 to
                 it
                 .
                 For
                 Vertue
                 hath
                 this
                 proper
                 to
                 it
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 it
                 recompenceth
                 those
                 who
                 put
                 its
                 precepts
                 in
                 practice
                 ;
                 euen
                 as
                 Vice
                 incessantly
                 racks
                 and
                 tortures
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 follow
                 it
                 .
                 All
                 laudable
                 actions
                 produce
                 in
                 generous
                 harts
                 ,
                 certaine
                 feelings
                 of
                 ioy
                 ,
                 so
                 extreme
                 ,
                 as
                 when
                 Renowne
                 shall
                 haue
                 no
                 Laurels
                 nor
                 Palmes
                 for
                 to
                 crowne
                 them
                 with
                 ,
                 yet
                 he
                 that
                 is
                 the
                 Authour
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 shal
                 not
                 cōplayne
                 thereof
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 hath
                 beene
                 already
                 rewarded
                 for
                 it
                 ,
                 euen
                 before
                 he
                 lookt
                 for
                 any
                 certaine
                 recompence
                 at
                 all
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 cōtrary
                 is
                 noted
                 in
                 pernicious
                 &
                 criminall
                 effects
                 .
                 Payne
                 can
                 hardly
                 be
                 seuered
                 from
                 the
                 Offendour
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 Hangman
                 from
                 the
                 Guilty
                 .
                 A
                 secret
                 torment
                 glides
                 in
                 his
                 entrailes
                 ,
                 and
                 himselfe
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 Hangman
                 against
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 tyrannize
                 vpon
                 himselfe
                 :
                 So
                 true
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 diuine
                 Vertue
                 of
                 it selfe
                 communicates
                 the
                 good
                 of
                 its
                 Nature
                 ,
                 and
                 Vice
                 the
                 euill
                 .
                 But
                 let
                 vs
                 not
                 go
                 forth
                 of
                 Hell
                 with
                 our
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 to
                 enter
                 thereinto
                 in
                 effect
                 .
              
               
                 Flatter
                 not
                 your selues
                 so
                 ;
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 thinke
                 that
                 Hell
                 belonges
                 not
                 to
                 you
                 ;
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 the
                 guilty
                 .
                 Iudge
                 your selues
                 without
                 passion
                 ,
                 whether
                 you
                 be
                 exempt
                 frō
                 cryme
                 or
                 no
                 ,
                 since
                 at
                 all
                 tymes
                 ,
                 &
                 at
                 euery
                 moment
                 you
                 offend
                 God
                 diuers
                 wayes
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 will
                 
                 mount
                 vp
                 to
                 Heauen
                 after
                 your
                 Death
                 ,
                 first
                 descend
                 into
                 Hell
                 during
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 represent
                 to
                 your selues
                 liuely
                 the
                 deplorable
                 estate
                 ,
                 whereto
                 the
                 miserable
                 are
                 reduced
                 ;
                 I
                 meane
                 those
                 Soules
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 lodged
                 heretofore
                 in
                 as
                 beautifull
                 bodyes
                 ,
                 as
                 yours
                 are
                 ;
                 and
                 pursue
                 you
                 with
                 your
                 thoughts
                 the
                 toilesome
                 occupations
                 whereunto
                 they
                 are
                 eternally
                 condemned
                 .
                 You
                 rise
                 in
                 the
                 morning
                 to
                 take
                 a
                 liquour
                 all
                 of
                 Amber
                 for
                 its
                 sweetnes
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 Pearles
                 for
                 its
                 price
                 ;
                 and
                 going
                 forth
                 of
                 your
                 bed
                 ,
                 you
                 enter
                 into
                 your
                 sumptuous
                 Cabinet
                 ,
                 where
                 your
                 faire
                 Mirrour
                 attends
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 represent
                 you
                 as
                 faire
                 as
                 euer
                 .
                 There
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 consider
                 at
                 leasure
                 the
                 dumbe
                 ▪
                 Oracles
                 of
                 its
                 deceiptfull
                 Glasse
                 ,
                 of
                 purpose
                 to
                 learne
                 of
                 it
                 some
                 new
                 secret
                 or
                 other
                 in
                 fauour
                 of
                 your
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 to
                 shadow
                 it
                 with
                 a
                 little
                 fly
                 ,
                 or
                 with
                 some
                 tresse
                 of
                 hayre
                 ,
                 disheueled
                 in
                 disorder
                 on
                 your
                 cheekes
                 ,
                 &
                 vpon
                 your
                 brow
                 ,
                 least
                 the
                 wrinkles
                 cause
                 not
                 a
                 feare
                 in
                 your
                 Thralls
                 .
                 What
                 new
                 charmes
                 ,
                 what
                 graces
                 neuer
                 seene
                 before
                 ,
                 do
                 you
                 borrow
                 from
                 the
                 care
                 you
                 take
                 ,
                 to
                 cultiuate
                 the
                 Flowers
                 of
                 your
                 face
                 of
                 Earth
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 passe
                 ouer
                 at
                 your
                 pleasure
                 three
                 houres
                 of
                 tyme
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 full
                 whole
                 day
                 if
                 the
                 humour
                 take
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 teach
                 your
                 eye
                 with
                 
                 what
                 grace
                 ,
                 how
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 what
                 force
                 it
                 should
                 cast
                 its
                 looke
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 wound
                 the
                 hart
                 withall
                 ;
                 with
                 what
                 smiles
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 what
                 proportion
                 ,
                 you
                 should
                 open
                 the
                 mouth
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 the
                 doble
                 rowes
                 of
                 your
                 pearles
                 appeare
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 to
                 speak
                 truly
                 ,
                 of
                 your
                 rotten
                 teeth
                 ,
                 which
                 incessantly
                 deuoure
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 .
                 You
                 shamefully
                 lay
                 open
                 your
                 bosome
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 Snow
                 ,
                 which
                 melts
                 with
                 the
                 glaunce
                 of
                 the
                 eye
                 ;
                 and
                 by
                 a
                 meanes
                 which
                 you
                 haue
                 taught
                 it
                 ,
                 you
                 make
                 it
                 sigh
                 with
                 pauses
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 moue
                 the
                 rocky
                 harts
                 with
                 its
                 sweet
                 pulses
                 .
                 What
                 crime
                 so
                 playne
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 guilty
                 ?
                 For
                 the
                 furthering
                 of
                 these
                 errours
                 ,
                 you
                 dresse
                 vp
                 your
                 body
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 dust
                 &
                 earth
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 richeh
                 Ornamēts
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 that
                 imitating
                 the
                 Peacocke
                 ,
                 you
                 waxe
                 proud
                 of
                 the
                 beauty
                 of
                 your
                 plumes
                 ,
                 without
                 casting
                 your
                 eyes
                 the
                 while
                 vpon
                 the
                 miseries
                 which
                 serue
                 you
                 as
                 foūdation
                 .
                 What
                 turnings
                 &
                 windings
                 of
                 Vanity
                 do
                 you
                 fetch
                 before
                 your
                 glasse
                 ?
                 But
                 which
                 way
                 soeuer
                 you
                 turne
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 open
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 your
                 spirit
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 see
                 the
                 corruption
                 which
                 you
                 couer
                 vnder
                 a
                 fraile
                 skin
                 ,
                 bedawbed
                 al
                 ouer
                 with
                 a
                 plaister
                 .
                 Issuing
                 forth
                 of
                 your
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 you
                 go
                 to
                 visit
                 the
                 Temples
                 to
                 profane
                 them
                 ,
                 for
                 insteed
                 of
                 adoring
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 guided
                 your
                 steppes
                 thither
                 ,
                 you
                 make
                 
                 your
                 Vassals
                 to
                 adore
                 you
                 there
                 ,
                 &
                 through
                 a
                 guilty
                 power
                 snatch
                 away
                 the
                 vowes
                 ,
                 and
                 sacrifices
                 which
                 belong
                 to
                 their
                 Creatour
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 now
                 returned
                 againe
                 into
                 your
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 you
                 count
                 the
                 number
                 of
                 your
                 cōquests
                 ;
                 your
                 naughty
                 Genius
                 alwayes
                 in
                 action
                 to
                 deceiue
                 you
                 ,
                 persuads
                 you
                 to
                 belieue
                 that
                 your
                 eyes
                 worke
                 the
                 same
                 miracles
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 Thunders
                 do
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 wound
                 the
                 harts
                 ,
                 without
                 any
                 feeling
                 of
                 the
                 bodyes
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 beliefe
                 you
                 commit
                 a
                 thousād
                 crimes
                 of
                 vanity
                 .
                 In
                 the
                 meane
                 while
                 a
                 Page
                 comes
                 to
                 call
                 you
                 to
                 the
                 Table
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 the
                 delicious
                 meates
                 are
                 serued
                 in
                 ,
                 by
                 order
                 ,
                 before
                 you
                 .
                 And
                 during
                 the
                 repast
                 ,
                 after
                 an
                 eloquent
                 Parasite
                 shall
                 haue
                 charmed
                 your
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 melody
                 of
                 prayses
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 deserue
                 not
                 ,
                 a
                 Musike
                 of
                 instruments
                 charmes
                 your
                 eares
                 with
                 new
                 allurements
                 of
                 Sweetnes
                 .
                 They
                 present
                 in
                 the
                 plates
                 of
                 your
                 latter
                 course
                 ,
                 the
                 sweetest
                 spoyles
                 of
                 the
                 foure
                 Seasons
                 .
                 And
                 while
                 of
                 custome
                 the
                 Musitians
                 are
                 tuning
                 the
                 Motect
                 of
                 your
                 Perfections
                 ▪
                 you
                 sollicitously
                 enquire
                 of
                 some
                 one
                 of
                 yours
                 ,
                 what
                 manner
                 of
                 weather
                 it
                 is
                 ?
                 If
                 it
                 chāce
                 to
                 rayne
                 ,
                 you
                 shut
                 your selfe
                 vp
                 after
                 dinner
                 within
                 your
                 Cabinet
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 heare
                 in
                 particular
                 the
                 sweet
                 voyce
                 of
                 a
                 Page
                 ,
                 whome
                 you
                 cause
                 to
                 
                 sing
                 the
                 Ayre
                 which
                 best
                 agrees
                 with
                 your
                 passion
                 .
                 The
                 rayne
                 is
                 blowne
                 ouer
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Caroch
                 attends
                 you
                 at
                 the
                 gate
                 of
                 your
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 for
                 you
                 to
                 walke
                 abroad
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 company
                 of
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 most
                 agreable
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 into
                 the
                 Forrests
                 and
                 Parkes
                 ,
                 whose
                 wayes
                 are
                 bordered
                 with
                 flowers
                 ,
                 and
                 enriched
                 al
                 along
                 with
                 cleere
                 fountaynes
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 water
                 appears
                 so
                 limpide
                 ,
                 as
                 persuades
                 harts
                 with
                 the
                 dumbe
                 language
                 of
                 their
                 purling
                 ,
                 to
                 quench
                 in
                 their
                 siluer
                 streames
                 the
                 thirst
                 they
                 feele
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 meane
                 tyme
                 the
                 Sun
                 is
                 set
                 ,
                 to
                 cause
                 freshnes
                 to
                 arise
                 from
                 the
                 humide
                 imbraces
                 of
                 its
                 deere
                 Thetis
                 ;
                 and
                 then
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Aire
                 powres
                 on
                 the
                 plants
                 ,
                 the
                 drops
                 of
                 the
                 sweate
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 heate
                 of
                 the
                 Sun
                 hath
                 caused
                 in
                 it
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 its
                 course
                 ,
                 whiles
                 the
                 Birds
                 fall
                 a
                 bathing
                 thēselues
                 ,
                 in
                 singing
                 in
                 the
                 litle
                 waters
                 of
                 this
                 dew
                 .
                 The
                 night
                 comes
                 slowly
                 on
                 ,
                 and
                 its
                 returne
                 seemes
                 to
                 bring
                 you
                 a
                 thousand
                 pleasures
                 ;
                 for
                 during
                 the
                 repose
                 of
                 its
                 reigne
                 ,
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 of
                 sunnes
                 ,
                 whereof
                 art
                 is
                 the
                 workeman
                 ,
                 hung
                 vpon
                 the
                 seeling
                 of
                 your
                 chāber
                 ,
                 illumine
                 its
                 obiects
                 for
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 beauty
                 therof
                 appeare
                 .
                 What
                 idle
                 discourses
                 are
                 there
                 broght
                 forth
                 in
                 iest
                 ?
                 The
                 flatterers
                 play
                 anew
                 their
                 parts
                 in
                 the
                 presēce
                 of
                 your
                 blind
                 
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 their
                 Comedyes
                 they
                 represent
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 the
                 fabulous
                 History
                 of
                 your
                 Actes
                 ,
                 worthy
                 of
                 prayse
                 ,
                 with
                 warrant
                 of
                 their
                 credit
                 ,
                 but
                 full
                 of
                 reproch
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 truth
                 .
                 The
                 Tyme
                 notwithstanding
                 is
                 slipt
                 away
                 ,
                 they
                 call
                 you
                 to
                 Supper
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 appetite
                 is
                 contented
                 with
                 delicious
                 meates
                 ,
                 whose
                 sweetnes
                 art
                 seemes
                 to
                 vary
                 diuers
                 wayes
                 .
                 After
                 the
                 repast
                 ,
                 you
                 returne
                 to
                 your
                 Cabinet
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 into
                 your
                 terrestriall
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Musike
                 attends
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 charme
                 the
                 senses
                 of
                 your
                 eare
                 ,
                 since
                 those
                 of
                 the
                 eyes
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 smell
                 ,
                 &
                 of
                 the
                 tongue
                 haue
                 beene
                 satisfyed
                 already
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Clocke
                 which
                 euer
                 wakes
                 ,
                 doth
                 admonish
                 you
                 ,
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 night
                 is
                 slid
                 away
                 for
                 to
                 fetch
                 vs
                 day
                 agayne
                 ,
                 which
                 sweetly
                 constraynes
                 you
                 to
                 passe
                 from
                 the
                 repose
                 of
                 your
                 waking
                 to
                 that
                 of
                 sleep
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 giue
                 more
                 liberty
                 to
                 your
                 spirit
                 to
                 entertayne
                 it selfe
                 with
                 dreames
                 .
                 But
                 then
                 to
                 bring
                 you
                 a
                 sleepe
                 more
                 sweetly
                 ,
                 you
                 still
                 cause
                 delicious
                 Musike
                 to
                 be
                 sounded
                 euen
                 to
                 your
                 bed
                 .
                 The
                 Damosells
                 bring
                 in
                 your
                 bags
                 ,
                 &
                 prepare
                 your
                 night-stuffe
                 ,
                 which
                 attends
                 you
                 at
                 your
                 glasse
                 ,
                 where
                 before
                 you
                 vndresse
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 you
                 admire
                 anew
                 the
                 Sweetnesses
                 ,
                 the
                 Graces
                 ,
                 the
                 Moles
                 ,
                 the
                 Charmes
                 ,
                 the
                 Allurements
                 &
                 the
                 
                 curiosity
                 of
                 your
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 &
                 with
                 an
                 Idolatrous
                 eye
                 ,
                 you
                 often
                 cōtemplate
                 the
                 imaginary
                 perfections
                 of
                 your
                 face
                 .
                 Thē
                 glaūcing
                 your
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 eyes
                 ,
                 you
                 loue
                 them
                 now
                 more
                 then
                 euer
                 ,
                 in
                 remēbraūce
                 of
                 the
                 new
                 cōquests
                 they
                 haue
                 made
                 that
                 day
                 :
                 your
                 cheeks
                 of
                 lilyes
                 &
                 roses
                 ,
                 your
                 necke
                 of
                 iuory
                 ,
                 your
                 snowy
                 bosom
                 ,
                 &
                 alabaster
                 hāds
                 ;
                 these
                 are
                 the
                 foolish
                 termes
                 of
                 your
                 seruants
                 which
                 haue
                 part
                 in
                 this
                 affection
                 ,
                 as
                 hauing
                 contributed
                 their
                 power
                 to
                 the
                 achieuemēt
                 of
                 these
                 conquests
                 .
                 And
                 then
                 do
                 you
                 cultiuate
                 yet
                 more
                 ,
                 according
                 to
                 your
                 custome
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 guilty
                 care
                 ,
                 those
                 Roses
                 and
                 those
                 Lillyes
                 of
                 your
                 feature
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 wither
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 absence
                 of
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 during
                 the
                 Ecclypse
                 of
                 that
                 of
                 your
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 whose
                 sweet
                 influences
                 make
                 them
                 to
                 blow
                 forth
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 they
                 lay
                 you
                 on
                 a
                 bed
                 most
                 refulgent
                 ,
                 all
                 gorgeous
                 in
                 riches
                 ,
                 and
                 whereon
                 it
                 seemes
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 happy
                 Arabia
                 had
                 powred
                 forth
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 its
                 odours
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 attract
                 the
                 sleepe
                 more
                 sweetly
                 into
                 your
                 eyes
                 ,
                 you
                 cause
                 to
                 be
                 sent
                 for
                 some
                 pleasing
                 Musike
                 of
                 a
                 Voyce
                 ,
                 which
                 rauishes
                 your
                 senses
                 with
                 so
                 much
                 sweetnes
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 dye
                 with
                 ioy
                 ,
                 without
                 dying
                 notwithstanding
                 .
                 Are
                 not
                 these
                 great
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 if
                 they
                 could
                 last
                 ?
                 I
                 speake
                 to
                 Soules
                 who
                 seeke
                 their
                 Paradise
                 
                 on
                 Earth
                 .
                 But
                 the
                 common
                 calamity
                 so
                 preuailes
                 ,
                 as
                 these
                 delights
                 euē
                 dy
                 in
                 their
                 birth
                 ,
                 &
                 their
                 priuation
                 affords
                 them
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 torments
                 then
                 doth
                 their
                 presence
                 produce
                 sweetnesses
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 vs
                 cast
                 now
                 our
                 eyes
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 backside
                 of
                 this
                 Medall
                 ,
                 &
                 consider
                 the
                 cruel
                 Metamorphosis
                 of
                 these
                 contentments
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 intollerable
                 punishments
                 which
                 Eternally
                 torment
                 a
                 damned
                 Soule
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 behould
                 the
                 cruell
                 exercise
                 of
                 its
                 paynfull
                 progresse
                 in
                 Hell.
                 You
                 must
                 take
                 no
                 great
                 heed
                 to
                 the
                 terms
                 of
                 Day
                 ,
                 of
                 Mattins
                 ,
                 of
                 Euening
                 ,
                 or
                 Morning-calles
                 ,
                 whereof
                 I
                 serue
                 my selfe
                 in
                 this
                 ensuing
                 description
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 I
                 am
                 forced
                 thereunto
                 ,
                 to
                 keepe
                 some
                 order
                 in
                 my
                 discourse
                 .
                 The
                 deuils
                 in
                 the
                 morning
                 then
                 ,
                 come
                 to
                 awake
                 this
                 damned
                 Soule
                 ,
                 howbeit
                 indeed
                 ,
                 she
                 sleepeth
                 not
                 a
                 wincke
                 through
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 noyse
                 of
                 their
                 howlings
                 .
                 These
                 are
                 the
                 Chambermaydes
                 which
                 fetch
                 her
                 out
                 of
                 her
                 bed
                 all
                 of
                 fire
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 conduct
                 her
                 into
                 a
                 Cabinet
                 all
                 of
                 Ice
                 ,
                 not
                 of
                 Myrrors
                 ,
                 for
                 she
                 durst
                 not
                 haue
                 lookt
                 thereinto
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 of
                 the
                 feare
                 of
                 her selfe
                 ,
                 so
                 hideous
                 and
                 dreadful
                 she
                 is
                 .
                 These
                 wicked
                 Spirits
                 do
                 help
                 to
                 dresse
                 her
                 after
                 they
                 haue
                 made
                 her
                 take
                 a
                 draught
                 of
                 Sulphure
                 within
                 a
                 rotten
                 Vessell
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 worms
                 do
                 breed
                 in
                 sholes
                 .
                 One
                 combes
                 
                 her
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 with
                 a
                 combe
                 of
                 iron
                 with
                 sharp
                 points
                 which
                 makes
                 the
                 bloud
                 to
                 follow
                 .
                 Another
                 colors
                 her
                 cheekes
                 with
                 the
                 red
                 of
                 Spayne
                 with
                 a
                 pensill
                 of
                 fire
                 .
                 He
                 there
                 washes
                 her
                 face
                 with
                 puddle
                 water
                 ,
                 &
                 scalding
                 hot
                 withall
                 ;
                 and
                 he
                 heere
                 puts
                 on
                 a
                 robe
                 of
                 liuing
                 coales
                 on
                 her
                 backe
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 equipage
                 a
                 new
                 Deuill
                 more
                 hideous
                 then
                 death
                 presents
                 himselfe
                 to
                 her
                 ,
                 &
                 serues
                 her
                 as
                 an
                 Vsher
                 to
                 conduct
                 her
                 to
                 a
                 burning
                 Chariot
                 ,
                 to
                 conuey
                 her
                 not
                 to
                 a
                 Temple
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 the
                 foote
                 of
                 a
                 dreadfull
                 Aultar
                 ,
                 where
                 she
                 is
                 cruely
                 sacrificed
                 without
                 loosing
                 her
                 life
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 lead
                 her
                 afterwards
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 chariot
                 into
                 a
                 dismall
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 where
                 she
                 finds
                 the
                 tables
                 couered
                 ,
                 and
                 set
                 with
                 all
                 sorts
                 of
                 poysonous
                 and
                 contagious
                 Serpents
                 ,
                 wherwith
                 they
                 feast
                 her
                 .
                 All
                 that
                 dinner
                 while
                 a
                 hideous
                 noyse
                 of
                 howlings
                 ,
                 and
                 dreadful
                 cryes
                 ,
                 serues
                 for
                 the
                 Musike
                 to
                 charme
                 her
                 eares
                 withall
                 .
                 After
                 repast
                 is
                 she
                 brought
                 backe
                 agayne
                 to
                 her
                 Cabinet
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 the
                 obiects
                 of
                 horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 amazement
                 are
                 assembled
                 togeather
                 for
                 to
                 afflict
                 the
                 sense
                 of
                 her
                 sight
                 .
                 And
                 after
                 that
                 ,
                 a
                 Deuill
                 sings
                 her
                 an
                 Ayre
                 ,
                 whose
                 ditty
                 is
                 the
                 Sentence
                 of
                 her
                 condemnation
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 verity
                 the
                 burden
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 
                   How
                   the
                   paynes
                   she
                   endures
                   shall
                   be
                   eternall
                   .
                
                 What
                 a
                 Song
                 ?
                 The
                 tyme
                 of
                 her
                 walking
                 
                 approaches
                 ,
                 they
                 bring
                 then
                 the
                 fyery
                 Chariot
                 before
                 the
                 gate
                 of
                 her
                 darkesome
                 Pallace
                 .
                 She
                 mounts
                 into
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 thence
                 rage
                 despayre
                 ,
                 fury
                 and
                 cruelty
                 draw
                 her
                 into
                 an
                 obscure
                 forrest
                 of
                 Cypres
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Owles
                 and
                 Rauens
                 do
                 screech
                 incessantly
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 she
                 heares
                 but
                 the
                 noyse
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 procure
                 death
                 .
                 She
                 is
                 now
                 returned
                 ,
                 she
                 finds
                 the
                 same
                 Table
                 spread
                 agayne
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 like
                 Cates
                 ,
                 whereof
                 she
                 feeds
                 of
                 force
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 noyse
                 of
                 a
                 like
                 Musike
                 to
                 that
                 of
                 dinner
                 .
                 Being
                 risen
                 from
                 Table
                 ,
                 the
                 Deuill
                 that
                 hath
                 the
                 charge
                 to
                 wayte
                 vpon
                 her
                 ,
                 comes
                 againe
                 into
                 her
                 Cabinet
                 and
                 sings
                 her
                 likewise
                 the
                 same
                 Canzonet
                 of
                 her
                 dreadful
                 Sentence
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 burden
                 as
                 before
                 ,
                 
                   How
                   the
                   paynes
                   which
                   she
                   endures
                   shal
                   be
                   eternall
                   .
                
                 In
                 the
                 meane
                 tyme
                 they
                 bring
                 her
                 to
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 thornes
                 ,
                 whereinto
                 they
                 cast
                 her
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 as
                 she
                 was
                 wont
                 to
                 take
                 her
                 rest
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 and
                 thus
                 passeth
                 she
                 ouer
                 the
                 night
                 in
                 these
                 torments
                 ,
                 without
                 euer
                 seing
                 any
                 end
                 thereof
                 .
                 Is
                 not
                 this
                 a
                 fearefull
                 life
                 ?
              
               
                 Behould
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 the
                 exercise
                 of
                 those
                 who
                 haue
                 imitated
                 you
                 in
                 your
                 pleasures
                 .
                 Behold
                 the
                 employments
                 of
                 their
                 whole
                 progresse
                 .
                 These
                 are
                 no
                 fables
                 I
                 tell
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 noise
                 of
                 the
                 swindge
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 hinder
                 you
                 from
                 hearing
                 the
                 sweet
                 harmony
                 
                 of
                 the
                 motions
                 of
                 the
                 Heauens
                 ;
                 so
                 the
                 selfe
                 same
                 noyse
                 seemes
                 to
                 hinder
                 you
                 likewise
                 from
                 vnderstanding
                 the
                 hideous
                 cryes
                 of
                 a
                 Cain
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 Pharao
                 ,
                 of
                 an
                 impious
                 Richmā
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 of
                 others
                 your
                 like
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 hitherto
                 after
                 so
                 lōg
                 a
                 tyme
                 beene
                 burning
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 shall
                 burne
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 without
                 hope
                 to
                 see
                 any
                 end
                 of
                 their
                 panes
                 .
                 That
                 depends
                 now
                 on
                 you
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 to
                 chuse
                 to
                 you
                 one
                 of
                 these
                 two
                 liues
                 heere
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 be
                 tasting
                 of
                 hony
                 in
                 your
                 youth
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 haue
                 but
                 bitternes
                 in
                 your
                 old
                 age
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 gather
                 the
                 Roses
                 in
                 your
                 spring
                 ,
                 the
                 Thornes
                 shal
                 be
                 reserued
                 for
                 your
                 winter
                 .
                 Chuse
                 hardly
                 ,
                 behold
                 your selues
                 expressed
                 as
                 Vlisses
                 at
                 the
                 entrance
                 of
                 two
                 wayes
                 ,
                 far
                 different
                 the
                 one
                 from
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 That
                 of
                 Vertue
                 is
                 stwowed
                 with
                 Nettles
                 ,
                 and
                 couered
                 with
                 Stones
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 of
                 Vice
                 is
                 enamelled
                 with
                 flowers
                 ,
                 and
                 bordered
                 with
                 brookes
                 ,
                 whose
                 sweet
                 murmur
                 inuites
                 you
                 to
                 follow
                 the
                 traces
                 of
                 their
                 course
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 if
                 you
                 would
                 needs
                 know
                 ,
                 where
                 both
                 these
                 ways
                 do
                 termine
                 themselues
                 ;
                 the
                 one
                 in
                 eternall
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 in
                 Life
                 .
                 And
                 herein
                 the
                 example
                 of
                 an
                 infinite
                 number
                 ,
                 which
                 haue
                 beene
                 saued
                 by
                 the
                 one
                 ,
                 &
                 lost
                 by
                 the
                 other
                 may
                 seeme
                 to
                 put
                 you
                 out
                 of
                 doubt
                 .
                 All
                 the
                 Saints
                 ,
                 &
                 in
                 word
                 ,
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 are
                 in
                 Paradise
                 
                 haue
                 held
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 &
                 al
                 the
                 dāned
                 haue
                 wretchedly
                 followed
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 Demaund
                 you
                 of
                 the
                 Rich-man
                 what
                 way
                 he
                 tooke
                 ?
                 he
                 will
                 answere
                 you
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 hath
                 alwayes
                 walked
                 vpon
                 Flowers
                 ,
                 &
                 that
                 he
                 neuer
                 met
                 with
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 arriuall
                 at
                 his
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 Make
                 you
                 the
                 same
                 demaund
                 of
                 Lazarus
                 ,
                 &
                 you
                 shall
                 heare
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 hath
                 neuer
                 trod
                 but
                 vpon
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 all
                 couered
                 with
                 bryars
                 ,
                 nettles
                 ,
                 and
                 sharpe
                 stones
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 euen
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 his
                 trauailes
                 he
                 found
                 the
                 beginning
                 of
                 his
                 glory
                 .
              
               
                 Thinke
                 not
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 gathering
                 of
                 the
                 Flowers
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 to
                 be
                 reaping
                 of
                 the
                 Fruits
                 in
                 the
                 other
                 .
                 All
                 things
                 are
                 created
                 in
                 a
                 Species
                 of
                 Contraries
                 ,
                 which
                 serues
                 as
                 a
                 Ciment
                 to
                 hould
                 them
                 togeather
                 .
                 The
                 faire
                 weather
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 seemes
                 to
                 menace
                 Rayne
                 at
                 your
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 God
                 graunt
                 it
                 be
                 not
                 a
                 Floud
                 of
                 vnprofitable
                 teares
                 ,
                 where
                 without
                 thinking
                 thereof
                 ,
                 you
                 find
                 not
                 your
                 Shipwracke
                 .
                 The
                 calme
                 of
                 your
                 daies
                 presages
                 the
                 storm
                 of
                 your
                 nights
                 ,
                 and
                 take
                 heed
                 you
                 find
                 not
                 some
                 rocke
                 in
                 the
                 tyme
                 of
                 the
                 tempest
                 .
                 I
                 must
                 needs
                 confesse
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 Poets
                 haue
                 hid
                 very
                 excellent
                 verities
                 vnder
                 the
                 veyle
                 of
                 their
                 Fables
                 ;
                 that
                 Cerberus
                 with
                 three
                 heades
                 ,
                 whome
                 they
                 figure
                 to
                 vs
                 in
                 hell
                 ,
                 is
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 the
                 deuill
                 ,
                 
                 who
                 as
                 a
                 Monster
                 of
                 many
                 heades
                 eternally
                 deuours
                 the
                 damned
                 .
                 Their
                 Ryuer
                 of
                 Cocytus
                 ,
                 or
                 Phlegeton
                 ,
                 demonstrates
                 to
                 vs
                 the
                 tormēts
                 of
                 death
                 .
                 The
                 lake
                 of
                 Auernus
                 where
                 troubles
                 and
                 sadnes
                 inhabite
                 ,
                 what
                 els
                 may
                 it
                 seeme
                 to
                 represent
                 vnto
                 vs
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 dismall
                 dwelling
                 of
                 the
                 wicked
                 Spirits
                 ?
                 The
                 great
                 Famine
                 they
                 faigne
                 of
                 Tantalus
                 ,
                 le
                 ts
                 vs
                 cleerely
                 to
                 behould
                 the
                 scarcity
                 and
                 penury
                 of
                 all
                 goods
                 which
                 the
                 damned
                 haue
                 .
                 The
                 Vultur
                 of
                 Titius
                 which
                 incessantly
                 preyes
                 on
                 the
                 hart
                 without
                 deuouring
                 it
                 ,
                 doth
                 figure
                 nought
                 els
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 worme
                 of
                 vnprofitable
                 Repentance
                 ,
                 which
                 gnawes
                 without
                 end
                 those
                 vnhappy
                 Spirits
                 .
                 The
                 wheele
                 wherin
                 Ixion
                 is
                 tortured
                 ,
                 as
                 likewise
                 the
                 Pitchers
                 which
                 the
                 Danaides
                 filled
                 in
                 vayne
                 ,
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 witnesses
                 of
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 paynes
                 of
                 the
                 damned
                 Soules
                 ;
                 which
                 lets
                 vs
                 see
                 how
                 euen
                 those
                 who
                 establish
                 their
                 true
                 Paradise
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 haue
                 built
                 thē
                 without
                 thinking
                 of
                 a
                 Hell
                 in
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 are
                 euerlastingly
                 punished
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 cruell
                 Eternity
                 !
                 What
                 torments
                 dost
                 thou
                 truly
                 comprehend
                 in
                 thy
                 long
                 durance
                 there
                 beneath
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 where
                 a
                 million
                 of
                 ages
                 in
                 punishments
                 cānot
                 forme
                 a
                 first
                 moment
                 of
                 some
                 end
                 !
                 After
                 one
                 hath
                 endured
                 and
                 suffered
                 an
                 infinite
                 nūber
                 of
                 paynes
                 ,
                 during
                 
                 as
                 many
                 years
                 as
                 there
                 hath
                 been
                 instāts
                 in
                 the
                 Tyme
                 since
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 may
                 he
                 not
                 wel
                 affirme
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 liued
                 in
                 those
                 torments
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 the
                 space
                 of
                 an
                 houre
                 only
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 were
                 to
                 liue
                 alwayes
                 in
                 dying
                 ,
                 &
                 alwaies
                 to
                 dye
                 liuing
                 ,
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 without
                 release
                 or
                 respit
                 ?
                 My
                 Dames
                 ,
                 I
                 speake
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 because
                 you
                 haue
                 the
                 Spirit
                 wādering
                 in
                 vanity
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 sigh
                 for
                 anguish
                 in
                 expectation
                 of
                 a
                 Day
                 ,
                 vpon
                 a
                 bed
                 of
                 roses
                 ,
                 with
                 what
                 impatience
                 will
                 you
                 be
                 rackt
                 in
                 Hell
                 ,
                 during
                 those
                 Eternal
                 Nights
                 ?
                 You
                 shun
                 the
                 breath
                 of
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 burning
                 of
                 the
                 Sun
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 enemyes
                 of
                 your
                 beauty
                 ;
                 why
                 feare
                 you
                 not
                 rather
                 the
                 tanning
                 ,
                 and
                 burning
                 of
                 the
                 eternall
                 flames
                 ?
                 Let
                 me
                 dye
                 rather
                 ,
                 sayd
                 Nero's
                 wyfe
                 ,
                 then
                 to
                 become
                 foule
                 and
                 wrinckled
                 .
                 Would
                 you
                 be
                 conseruing
                 your
                 beauty
                 which
                 is
                 so
                 deare
                 vnto
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 few
                 dayes
                 ,
                 and
                 liue
                 without
                 it
                 eternally
                 in
                 Hel
                 ?
                 If
                 you
                 could
                 but
                 behould
                 the
                 foulnes
                 &
                 deformity
                 of
                 one
                 damned
                 Soule
                 ,
                 the
                 onely
                 remembrance
                 of
                 the
                 horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 amazemēt
                 of
                 that
                 obiect
                 ,
                 would
                 be
                 an
                 intollerable
                 punishment
                 to
                 you
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Nature
                 haue
                 not
                 a
                 stronger
                 tye
                 of
                 loue
                 then
                 that
                 wherewith
                 it
                 hath
                 enchayned
                 vs
                 with
                 our selfe
                 ,
                 is
                 it
                 possible
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 can
                 exercise
                 such
                 a
                 cruelty
                 against
                 
                 your selues
                 ,
                 as
                 not
                 to
                 wish
                 to
                 liue
                 cōtent
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 where
                 your
                 pleasures
                 are
                 like
                 to
                 dye
                 with
                 you
                 ?
                 If
                 Hell
                 affright
                 you
                 not
                 for
                 its
                 punishmēts
                 sake
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Eternity
                 therof
                 breed
                 a
                 terrour
                 in
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 vnhappy
                 for
                 euer
                 .
                 To
                 be
                 in
                 the
                 cōpany
                 of
                 deuils
                 for
                 euer
                 ,
                 doth
                 not
                 the
                 thought
                 thereof
                 only
                 seeme
                 to
                 astonish
                 you
                 ,
                 since
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 true
                 then
                 it
                 ?
                 If
                 nature
                 ,
                 as
                 a
                 Step-dame
                 ,
                 hath
                 denyed
                 you
                 the
                 fortitude
                 of
                 men
                 ,
                 at
                 least
                 it
                 hath
                 giuen
                 you
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 a
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 know
                 your
                 errours
                 .
                 Loue
                 not
                 your
                 beauty
                 but
                 to
                 please
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 men
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 is
                 a
                 diuine
                 quality
                 ,
                 whose
                 admiratiō
                 appertaynes
                 to
                 them
                 .
                 To
                 burne
                 alwayes
                 !
                 Alas
                 .
                 Seeme
                 you
                 not
                 to
                 resent
                 ,
                 in
                 reading
                 the
                 lamentable
                 history
                 of
                 the
                 punishments
                 of
                 Fire
                 wherewith
                 the
                 damned
                 are
                 tormēted
                 ,
                 some
                 little
                 sparkle
                 of
                 its
                 flames
                 ,
                 through
                 a
                 strong
                 apprehension
                 of
                 incurring
                 one
                 day
                 those
                 paynes
                 ?
                 I
                 speake
                 heere
                 to
                 Thee
                 ,
                 who
                 readest
                 these
                 verities
                 ,
                 to
                 bethinke
                 thy selfe
                 of
                 this
                 singular
                 grace
                 ,
                 which
                 God
                 seemes
                 to
                 vouchsafe
                 ,
                 in
                 permitting
                 this
                 same
                 Booke
                 to
                 fall
                 into
                 thy
                 hands
                 ,
                 so
                 to
                 discouer
                 this
                 sētence
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 haue
                 signifyed
                 to
                 thee
                 on
                 the
                 behalfe
                 of
                 God
                 ;
                 
                   That
                   if
                   you
                   change
                   not
                   your
                   life
                   ,
                   you
                   shal
                   be
                   damned
                   eternally
                   .
                
                 O
                 cruell
                 Eternity
                 !
              
               
                 O
                 My
                 Soule
                 ,
                 thinke
                 alwayes
                 of
                 this
                 Eternity
                 ,
                 
                 what
                 torments
                 soeuer
                 thou
                 sufferest
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ,
                 say
                 thou
                 alwayes
                 with
                 
                   Iob
                   ,
                   My
                   euils
                   shall
                   one
                   day
                   haue
                   an
                   end
                   .
                
                 O
                 how
                 happy
                 was
                 this
                 man
                 to
                 be
                 exposed
                 on
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 al
                 the
                 miseries
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 as
                 on
                 a
                 moūtaine
                 ,
                 where
                 tuning
                 the
                 Harpe
                 of
                 his
                 feelings
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 his
                 passions
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 Key
                 of
                 his
                 Humility
                 ,
                 &
                 of
                 his
                 Patience
                 ,
                 he
                 sung
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 his
                 Lord
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 infamy
                 .
                 What
                 canst
                 thou
                 suffer
                 heere
                 beneath
                 ,
                 more
                 cruell
                 then
                 the
                 paynes
                 of
                 the
                 damned
                 ?
                 And
                 yet
                 if
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 euen
                 suffer
                 a
                 part
                 of
                 their
                 punishments
                 ,
                 without
                 the
                 priuation
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
                 thou
                 shouldst
                 be
                 happy
                 ,
                 because
                 those
                 euils
                 would
                 termine
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 fruitiō
                 of
                 thy
                 soueraigne
                 good
                 .
                 Then
                 trample
                 thou
                 the
                 thornes
                 vnder
                 thy
                 feet
                 ,
                 giue
                 thy selfe
                 in
                 prey
                 to
                 dolours
                 &
                 sufferances
                 ,
                 nor
                 haue
                 thou
                 euer
                 any
                 other
                 consolation
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Iob
                 ,
                 in
                 saying
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 
                   My
                   euills
                   heere
                   shall
                   one
                   day
                   finish
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 Houre
                 of
                 Death
                 .
              
               
                 
                   WE
                   MVST
                   DYE
                
                 :
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 law
                 of
                 necessity
                 ▪
                 whereof
                 himselfe
                 who
                 made
                 the
                 same
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 be
                 exempted
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 :
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 sentence
                 pronounced
                 ,
                 now
                 for
                 these
                 six
                 thousand
                 yeares
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Pallace
                 of
                 the
                 Terrestriall
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 by
                 an
                 omnipotent
                 God
                 ,
                 whose
                 infinite
                 Iustice
                 hath
                 not
                 spared
                 his
                 proper
                 Sonne
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                
                 :
                 All
                 such
                 as
                 hitherto
                 haue
                 beene
                 ,
                 haue
                 passed
                 this
                 way
                 ;
                 those
                 who
                 now
                 are
                 ,
                 do
                 hold
                 the
                 same
                 ;
                 &
                 they
                 who
                 are
                 not
                 as
                 yet
                 in
                 approching
                 to
                 the
                 Cradle
                 ,
                 do
                 approch
                 to
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                
                 :
                 But
                 we
                 know
                 not
                 the
                 hower
                 ,
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 the
                 moneth
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 yeare
                 :
                 we
                 know
                 not
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 manner
                 of
                 the
                 Death
                 ,
                 whose
                 paynes
                 we
                 are
                 to
                 suffer
                 .
                 
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                
                 .
                 Since
                 we
                 hould
                 the
                 life
                 but
                 as
                 borrowed
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 created
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 an
                 euil
                 that
                 hath
                 no
                 remedy
                 ;
                 al
                 our
                 children
                 must
                 dy
                 ,
                 as
                 our
                 Fathers
                 did
                 ,
                 after
                 they
                 had
                 shewed
                 them
                 the
                 way
                 ,
                 which
                 our
                 Grandfathers
                 had
                 tracked
                 for
                 vs.
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                   at
                   last
                
                 ,
                 since
                 we
                 dy
                 euery
                 hower
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 aire
                 which
                 we
                 breath
                 ,
                 being
                 none
                 of
                 ours
                 ,
                 we
                 cannot
                 serue
                 our selues
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 others
                 do
                 in
                 passing
                 on
                 till
                 to
                 morrow
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dye
                
                 ,
                 since
                 that
                 all
                 which
                 is
                 in
                 vs
                 continually
                 tends
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 without
                 release
                 or
                 intermission
                 .
                 The
                 very
                 fetchings
                 of
                 our
                 breath
                 are
                 counted
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 our
                 steps
                 .
                 In
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 all
                 our
                 actions
                 are
                 not
                 wrought
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 certaine
                 terme
                 ,
                 whence
                 Tyme
                 conducts
                 vs
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 to
                 death
                 .
                 
                   We
                   must
                   dy
                
                 :
                 This
                 is
                 a
                 verity
                 which
                 experience
                 proclaymes
                 to
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 no
                 man
                 may
                 euer
                 doubt
                 thereof
                 ,
                 the
                 Sonne
                 of
                 God
                 hath
                 signed
                 the
                 Sentence
                 with
                 his
                 bloud
                 on
                 the
                 mount
                 of
                 Caluary
                 .
              
               
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dye
                
                 great
                 Monarkes
                 ,
                 what
                 markes
                 of
                 immortality
                 soeuer
                 you
                 haue
                 .
                 Be
                 you
                 as
                 eloquent
                 as
                 you
                 will
                 ,
                 Demostenes
                 is
                 dead
                 ;
                 be
                 you
                 neuer
                 so
                 valiant
                 ,
                 Alexander
                 is
                 layd
                 in
                 his
                 Tombe
                 :
                 If
                 you
                 haue
                 force
                 for
                 your
                 inheritance
                 ,
                 Sampson
                 is
                 buryed
                 vnder
                 the
                 ruines
                 of
                 the
                 Temple
                 which
                 he
                 demolished
                 .
                 
                 If
                 you
                 be
                 faire
                 ,
                 Absalom
                 is
                 reduced
                 into
                 Ashes
                 .
                 If
                 rich
                 ,
                 Cresus
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ;
                 if
                 wise
                 ,
                 Salomon
                 is
                 now
                 not
                 lyuing
                 ;
                 if
                 happy
                 ,
                 Dauid
                 is
                 expired
                 in
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 his
                 felicities
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 what
                 quality
                 soeuer
                 you
                 haue
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 alwayes
                 inseparable
                 from
                 the
                 mortall
                 condition
                 wherein
                 you
                 are
                 borne
                 .
                 
                   You
                   must
                   dy
                
                 and
                 appeare
                 in
                 this
                 fatall
                 Couch
                 ,
                 not
                 with
                 your
                 gorgeous
                 Attire
                 ,
                 nor
                 Royall
                 Mantles
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 with
                 shirts
                 ,
                 well
                 steept
                 in
                 a
                 cold
                 sweate
                 ,
                 where
                 your
                 liues
                 are
                 to
                 run
                 shipwracke
                 .
                 To
                 cary
                 your
                 Crownes
                 vpon
                 your
                 heads
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 so
                 feeble
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 cannot
                 endure
                 the
                 weight
                 .
                 To
                 hold
                 your
                 Scepters
                 in
                 your
                 hands
                 ,
                 candles
                 rather
                 would
                 beseeme
                 you
                 better
                 ,
                 to
                 affoard
                 you
                 light
                 to
                 find
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 .
                 Your
                 Subiects
                 are
                 already
                 assembled
                 about
                 your
                 beds
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 anew
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 all
                 equall
                 in
                 the
                 necessity
                 of
                 dying
                 .
                 Those
                 Titles
                 of
                 Maiesty
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 affoard
                 you
                 ,
                 haue
                 no
                 more
                 grace
                 with
                 them
                 amidst
                 your
                 miseries
                 .
              
               
                 Me
                 thinkes
                 ,
                 in
                 truth
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 very
                 much
                 to
                 call
                 you
                 Men
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 begin
                 to
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 so
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 euen
                 iust
                 now
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 to
                 dy
                 ,
                 the
                 day
                 is
                 come
                 ,
                 the
                 hower
                 approches
                 ,
                 death
                 is
                 already
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 to
                 your
                 Pallace
                 ,
                 you
                 may
                 do
                 well
                 if
                 you
                 please
                 to
                 put
                 your
                 Souldiers
                 in
                 Centinell
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 stop
                 him
                 in
                 the
                 entry
                 .
                 
                 Behold
                 how
                 he
                 knockes
                 at
                 your
                 Chamber
                 doore
                 ,
                 you
                 must
                 necessarily
                 vouchsafe
                 for
                 to
                 speake
                 vnto
                 him
                 ,
                 since
                 he
                 comes
                 on
                 the
                 behalfe
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 signify
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 death
                 vnto
                 you
                 .
                 I
                 doubt
                 me
                 that
                 you
                 haue
                 the
                 Spirit
                 much
                 occupyed
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 apprehension
                 of
                 your
                 present
                 affayres
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 you
                 would
                 willingly
                 put
                 of
                 the
                 accompt
                 to
                 some
                 other
                 day
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 ;
                 Tyme
                 hath
                 strooke
                 the
                 houre
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 to
                 beare
                 sway
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 your
                 daies
                 .
                 What
                 sighes
                 ,
                 what
                 sobs
                 ,
                 what
                 plaints
                 cast
                 you
                 forth
                 to
                 the
                 wind
                 ?
                 the
                 remēbrance
                 of
                 your
                 Greatnesses
                 past
                 torments
                 you
                 now
                 ,
                 while
                 your
                 guilty
                 consciences
                 put
                 your
                 soules
                 on
                 the
                 Racke
                 ,
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 dolours
                 already
                 haue
                 put
                 your
                 bodies
                 .
                 For
                 to
                 cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpō
                 the
                 guilded
                 Seelings
                 ,
                 were
                 to
                 increase
                 the
                 horrour
                 of
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 which
                 they
                 prepare
                 you
                 .
                 To
                 behould
                 likewise
                 your
                 Courtiers
                 who
                 stand
                 about
                 you
                 ,
                 the
                 displeasure
                 you
                 find
                 to
                 leaue
                 them
                 ,
                 makes
                 you
                 to
                 turne
                 your
                 view
                 another
                 way
                 .
                 Whereas
                 it
                 were
                 better
                 to
                 set
                 your
                 eyes
                 on
                 the
                 approches
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 feeling
                 of
                 your
                 present
                 Miseryes
                 ,
                 to
                 publish
                 in
                 dying
                 this
                 verity
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 ashes
                 ,
                 durt
                 ,
                 &
                 corruption
                 .
              
               
                 Diogenes
                 was
                 walking
                 one
                 day
                 in
                 a
                 certaine
                 Churchyard
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 entertayned
                 
                 his
                 sad
                 thoughts
                 in
                 the
                 meditatiō
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 at
                 what
                 tyme
                 Alexander
                 surprized
                 him
                 by
                 a
                 suddaine
                 approch
                 ,
                 &
                 demaunds
                 of
                 him
                 what
                 he
                 was
                 doing
                 in
                 so
                 dismal
                 &
                 solitary
                 a
                 place
                 ?
                 I
                 am
                 busied
                 ,
                 said
                 the
                 Philosopher
                 ,
                 in
                 seeking
                 out
                 the
                 bones
                 of
                 Philip
                 your
                 Father
                 ,
                 amidst
                 so
                 great
                 a
                 number
                 of
                 these
                 you
                 see
                 heere
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 payne
                 which
                 I
                 take
                 is
                 vnprofitable
                 ,
                 because
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 equall
                 .
                 This
                 Answere
                 is
                 full
                 of
                 Mysteries
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 seemes
                 to
                 represent
                 vs
                 to
                 the
                 life
                 ,
                 this
                 Verity
                 ,
                 That
                 the
                 greatest
                 Kings
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 differ
                 not
                 awhit
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 goods
                 and
                 greatnesses
                 only
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 wretchedst
                 that
                 are
                 ,
                 since
                 in
                 the
                 Tombe
                 they
                 resemble
                 ech
                 other
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 were
                 impossible
                 to
                 marke
                 any
                 difference
                 betweene
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 me
                 thinkes
                 ,
                 the
                 houre
                 is
                 already
                 spent
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 Death
                 knockes
                 harder
                 now
                 at
                 the
                 Chamber
                 doore
                 then
                 before
                 .
                 Behold
                 how
                 he
                 enters
                 in
                 ,
                 carrying
                 his
                 Sithe
                 in
                 the
                 one
                 hand
                 ,
                 &
                 an
                 Hower-glasse
                 in
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 vs
                 see
                 that
                 if
                 he
                 mow
                 the
                 hay
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 with
                 his
                 Sithe
                 ,
                 the
                 sand
                 of
                 the
                 Hower-glasse
                 which
                 he
                 carries
                 ,
                 being
                 taken
                 for
                 the
                 Foundation
                 of
                 your
                 vaine-glory
                 ,
                 is
                 euen
                 now
                 run
                 out
                 ;
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 there
                 remaine
                 any
                 little
                 behind
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 only
                 to
                 giue
                 you
                 leasure
                 ,
                 to
                 open
                 your
                 mouth
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 cast
                 forth
                 the
                 last
                 
                 breath
                 in
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 .
                 
                   O
                   fearefull
                   momēt
                
                 ,
                 wheron
                 depends
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 Glory
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 paine
                 !
                 This
                 is
                 that
                 last
                 breth
                 which
                 condemnes
                 ,
                 or
                 iustifies
                 all
                 those
                 who
                 haue
                 gone
                 before
                 .
                 
                   O
                   fearfull
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 wherin
                 is
                 pronounced
                 the
                 Sentence
                 of
                 our
                 second
                 life
                 or
                 Death
                 !
                 
                   O
                   fearefull
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 since
                 it
                 presides
                 the
                 birth
                 of
                 our
                 wretchednes
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 our
                 felicity
                 !
                 
                   O
                   fearefull
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 wherein
                 all
                 our
                 good
                 ,
                 or
                 euill
                 consists
                 !
                 
                   O
                   fearful
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 wherein
                 Paradise
                 is
                 offered
                 ,
                 or
                 Hell
                 afforded
                 !
                 
                   O
                   fearefull
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 wherin
                 we
                 are
                 made
                 companions
                 for
                 euer
                 of
                 the
                 Angels
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 the
                 deuils
                 !
                 
                   O
                   fearfull
                   moment
                
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Soule
                 before
                 God
                 ,
                 findes
                 the
                 Eternall
                 recompēce
                 of
                 its
                 good
                 deeds
                 ,
                 or
                 euerlasting
                 paynes
                 of
                 its
                 crimes
                 !
              
               
                 
                   O
                   fearefull
                   moment
                
                 !
                 what
                 ioyes
                 ,
                 what
                 sorrowes
                 ,
                 what
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 dolours
                 doest
                 thou
                 comprize
                 in
                 thy
                 short
                 durance
                 !
                 As
                 often
                 as
                 I
                 thinke
                 on
                 thee
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 tremble
                 with
                 feare
                 ,
                 for
                 this
                 moment
                 is
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 dreadfull
                 ,
                 then
                 death
                 it selfe
                 .
                 This
                 only
                 moment
                 is
                 it
                 ,
                 my
                 Soule
                 ,
                 whereupon
                 the
                 Eternity
                 depends
                 .
                 Imploy
                 thou
                 all
                 those
                 of
                 thy
                 life
                 vpon
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 this
                 last
                 .
                 Thou
                 approchest
                 vnto
                 it
                 euery
                 hower
                 ,
                 euery
                 instant
                 robs
                 thee
                 of
                 somewhat
                 of
                 thy
                 former
                 life
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 thou
                 doest
                 ,
                 thy
                 body
                 doth
                 
                 nothing
                 but
                 dye
                 ,
                 &
                 from
                 its
                 transitory
                 life
                 ,
                 depēds
                 thy
                 eternall
                 life
                 ,
                 for
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 canst
                 thou
                 merit
                 nothing
                 for
                 Heauen
                 .
                 Thinke
                 thou
                 alwayes
                 on
                 this
                 last
                 moment
                 ,
                 where
                 Crownes
                 and
                 Punishments
                 are
                 prepared
                 ;
                 Crownes
                 of
                 an
                 infinite
                 glory
                 ;
                 Punishments
                 of
                 a
                 dolour
                 immortall
                 .
                 All
                 thy
                 actions
                 shall
                 there
                 be
                 receiuing
                 their
                 price
                 or
                 paine
                 :
                 Price
                 of
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 or
                 payne
                 of
                 Hell.
                 Hence
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 the
                 Prophet
                 cries
                 ;
                 
                   I
                   shall
                   remember
                   the
                   day
                   of
                   my
                   death
                   for
                   to
                   liue
                   eternally
                   .
                
              
               
                 Cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 now
                 vpon
                 those
                 Kings
                 ,
                 extended
                 dead
                 vpon
                 their
                 rich
                 Couches
                 .
                 What
                 say
                 I
                 ,
                 those
                 Kings
                 ?
                 can
                 Maiesty
                 &
                 corruption
                 be
                 compatible
                 together
                 ?
                 What
                 apparence
                 of
                 beliefe
                 ,
                 in
                 beholding
                 them
                 to
                 be
                 such
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 are
                 Kings
                 ▪
                 since
                 all
                 their
                 Royall
                 qualities
                 are
                 dead
                 with
                 them
                 ?
                 Would
                 not
                 a
                 man
                 say
                 ,
                 they
                 were
                 heapes
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
                 so
                 raysed
                 aboue
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 worms
                 are
                 beginning
                 to
                 take
                 their
                 fees
                 ?
                 Approach
                 to
                 this
                 fatall
                 couch
                 ,
                 you
                 proud
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 measure
                 the
                 globe
                 of
                 the
                 Earth
                 through
                 this
                 vayne
                 beliefe
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 merit
                 the
                 Empire
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 your
                 imagination
                 contemplate
                 the
                 while
                 those
                 that
                 possesse
                 them
                 in
                 effect
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 shall
                 behold
                 them
                 quite
                 through
                 teares
                 laied
                 stretched
                 at
                 your
                 feet
                 ,
                 without
                 pulse
                 ,
                 &
                 without
                 motion
                 .
                 Their
                 Maiesties
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 
                 horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 miseryes
                 in
                 their
                 turne
                 haue
                 taken
                 hold
                 of
                 their
                 owne
                 ,
                 since
                 they
                 are
                 all
                 borne
                 mortall
                 ,
                 and
                 consequently
                 miserable
                 ;
                 what
                 strange
                 Metamorphosis
                 from
                 Colossus's
                 of
                 Greatnesses
                 ,
                 quickened
                 with
                 a
                 lyfe
                 full
                 of
                 splendour
                 and
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 chaunged
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 into
                 an
                 heape
                 of
                 durt
                 ,
                 whose
                 putrifaction
                 infectes
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 ?
              
               
                 You
                 Monarkes
                 ,
                 Kings
                 ,
                 Princes
                 ,
                 be
                 you
                 Idolatours
                 of
                 your
                 Greatnesses
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 you
                 please
                 ,
                 I
                 attend
                 you
                 at
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 your
                 Carriere
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 you
                 see
                 on
                 the
                 backside
                 of
                 the
                 Medall
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 corruption
                 ;
                 &
                 if
                 you
                 doubt
                 thereof
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 that
                 suruiues
                 another
                 ,
                 approch
                 to
                 his
                 Tombe
                 ,
                 &
                 he
                 shall
                 sensibly
                 know
                 ,
                 that
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 more
                 true
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Thou
                 miser
                 ,
                 approch
                 to
                 this
                 mournfull
                 Couch
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 place
                 inough
                 for
                 thee
                 .
                 Thou
                 needs
                 must
                 dye
                 ,
                 the
                 houre
                 is
                 strooke
                 ;
                 but
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 how
                 much
                 gold
                 and
                 siluer
                 dost
                 thou
                 leaue
                 in
                 thy
                 coffers
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 what
                 end
                 serue
                 they
                 but
                 to
                 purchase
                 thee
                 Hell
                 ?
                 Thou
                 must
                 yield
                 an
                 accompt
                 of
                 thy
                 extortions
                 and
                 oppressions
                 .
                 Death
                 comes
                 to
                 summon
                 thee
                 on
                 the
                 behalfe
                 of
                 God
                 ,
                 to
                 appeare
                 within
                 an
                 houre
                 before
                 the
                 Tribunal
                 of
                 his
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 to
                 heare
                 thy
                 sentence
                 of
                 death
                 pronounced
                 by
                 his
                 owne
                 mouth
                 .
                 What
                 
                 wouldest
                 thou
                 not
                 giue
                 to
                 prolong
                 ,
                 yea
                 but
                 a
                 day
                 onely
                 ,
                 the
                 terme
                 of
                 thy
                 departure
                 ?
                 But
                 all
                 thy
                 treasures
                 cannot
                 buy
                 thee
                 a
                 moment
                 of
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 thou
                 must
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 cruell
                 necessity
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 more
                 cruell
                 the
                 dolour
                 ,
                 which
                 now
                 seemes
                 to
                 martyr
                 thy
                 soule
                 !
                 Thou
                 must
                 dye
                 ;
                 Thou
                 maiest
                 weep
                 long
                 inough
                 ,
                 for
                 death
                 is
                 blind
                 ;
                 thou
                 maiest
                 cry
                 as
                 fast
                 as
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 while
                 he
                 is
                 deafe
                 ;
                 for
                 to
                 hope
                 that
                 the
                 Greatnes
                 of
                 thy
                 miseryes
                 may
                 mooue
                 him
                 to
                 Pitty
                 ,
                 he
                 neither
                 hath
                 hart
                 ,
                 nor
                 bowels
                 ;
                 &
                 if
                 he
                 liue
                 notwithstanding
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 for
                 nothing
                 but
                 to
                 enforce
                 al
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 dy
                 .
                 Thy
                 houre
                 is
                 come
                 thou
                 must
                 dye
                 ;
                 Alas
                 !
                 How
                 many
                 deaths
                 dost
                 thou
                 suffer
                 ,
                 ere
                 thou
                 loosest
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Thou
                 leauest
                 thy
                 children
                 rich
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 true
                 ;
                 but
                 dyest
                 miserable
                 thy selfe
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 state
                 of
                 damnation
                 .
                 Behold
                 thee
                 well
                 recompenced
                 for
                 the
                 paynes
                 thou
                 hast
                 taken
                 ,
                 in
                 heaping
                 so
                 much
                 wealth
                 ,
                 forsooth
                 ,
                 to
                 loose
                 thy
                 soule
                 !
                 Cruell
                 to
                 thy selfe
                 !
                 Thou
                 hast
                 not
                 lyued
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 others
                 .
                 Infidell
                 !
                 thou
                 hast
                 betrayed
                 thy selfe
                 .
                 Murderer
                 !
                 thou
                 hast
                 snatched
                 away
                 thy
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 with
                 an
                 vnnaturall
                 hand
                 ,
                 imploying
                 thy
                 care
                 to
                 fil
                 thy
                 coffers
                 with
                 gold
                 and
                 thy
                 soule
                 with
                 crymes
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 Misers
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 read
                 the
                 history
                 of
                 these
                 Verities
                 ,
                 deriue
                 your
                 profit
                 frō
                 the
                 domage
                 
                 of
                 others
                 ,
                 &
                 for
                 the
                 auoyding
                 of
                 these
                 piercing
                 griefes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 intollerable
                 dolours
                 of
                 this
                 last
                 momēt
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 imploy
                 all
                 the
                 others
                 to
                 thoughtes
                 of
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 glory
                 ,
                 or
                 of
                 Payne
                 .
                 And
                 imitating
                 the
                 Prophet
                 ,
                 say
                 with
                 him
                 :
                 
                   Lord
                   I
                   wil
                   remēber
                   me
                   of
                   the
                   day
                   of
                   death
                   ,
                   for
                   to
                   liue
                   eternally
                   .
                
                 You
                 must
                 appeare
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 ech
                 one
                 in
                 her
                 turn
                 in
                 this
                 lamētable
                 couch
                 .
                 The
                 watch
                 which
                 Death
                 seems
                 to
                 cary
                 in
                 his
                 hand
                 ,
                 hath
                 strooke
                 the
                 hower
                 already
                 of
                 the
                 departure
                 of
                 the
                 fairest
                 .
                 She
                 must
                 needs
                 dye
                 ,
                 but
                 assist
                 ,
                 I
                 pray
                 ,
                 at
                 this
                 sad
                 spectacle
                 .
                 Me
                 thinkes
                 I
                 see
                 her
                 now
                 farre
                 different
                 from
                 that
                 which
                 she
                 was
                 wont
                 to
                 be
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 What
                 a
                 chaunge
                 !
                 I
                 seeke
                 for
                 the
                 Maiesties
                 which
                 I
                 haue
                 sometymes
                 seene
                 in
                 her
                 brow
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 find
                 nothing
                 els
                 but
                 horrour
                 ,
                 and
                 amazement
                 there
                 .
                 I
                 demaund
                 of
                 her
                 eyes
                 ,
                 what
                 is
                 euen
                 become
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 are
                 buryed
                 so
                 deepe
                 in
                 her
                 head
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 but
                 loose
                 sight
                 of
                 them
                 who
                 seeke
                 for
                 them
                 .
                 Her
                 cheekes
                 as
                 sticht
                 one
                 to
                 the
                 other
                 ,
                 do
                 hinder
                 her
                 from
                 opening
                 the
                 mouth
                 ,
                 in
                 such
                 sort
                 as
                 her
                 tōgue
                 can
                 speake
                 no
                 more
                 then
                 a
                 sad
                 language
                 of
                 sighes
                 ,
                 to
                 call
                 vpon
                 Pitty
                 ,
                 to
                 contemplate
                 her
                 miseryes
                 withall
                 .
                 Her
                 armes
                 very
                 carelesly
                 stretched
                 forth
                 ,
                 euen
                 dy
                 with
                 their
                 feeblenes
                 ;
                 In
                 fine
                 her
                 body
                 of
                 Earth
                 deuoures
                 by
                 little
                 and
                 little
                 the
                 flesh
                 that
                 couers
                 it
                 .
              
               
               
                 Who
                 would
                 say
                 now
                 ,
                 seeing
                 this
                 Dame
                 in
                 the
                 state
                 whereunto
                 she
                 is
                 brought
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 was
                 the
                 other
                 day
                 the
                 fayrest
                 of
                 the
                 Citty
                 ?
                 Her
                 company
                 was
                 a
                 duncing
                 with
                 her
                 at
                 such
                 a
                 tyme
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 the
                 Gallants
                 that
                 were
                 there
                 ,
                 fell
                 a
                 striuing
                 to
                 court
                 her
                 most
                 .
                 One
                 valued
                 the
                 Gold
                 of
                 her
                 hayre
                 ;
                 another
                 the
                 Iuory
                 of
                 her
                 teeth
                 .
                 This
                 heere
                 ,
                 admired
                 the
                 snow
                 of
                 her
                 bosome
                 ;
                 and
                 he
                 there
                 ,
                 the
                 alabaster
                 of
                 her
                 hands
                 .
                 The
                 casts
                 of
                 her
                 eyes
                 did
                 wound
                 many
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 allurements
                 of
                 her
                 graces
                 ,
                 increased
                 yet
                 the
                 number
                 .
                 The
                 more
                 indifferēt
                 to
                 loue
                 ,
                 would
                 become
                 great
                 Maisters
                 thereof
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 her
                 perfections
                 :
                 and
                 yet
                 neuertheles
                 is
                 it
                 true
                 (
                 a
                 strange
                 thing
                 )
                 that
                 her
                 hayre
                 heertofore
                 of
                 gold
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 staring
                 as
                 it
                 were
                 ,
                 hath
                 lost
                 its
                 lustre
                 ;
                 that
                 her
                 teeth
                 of
                 Iuory
                 are
                 become
                 blacke
                 with
                 the
                 blast
                 of
                 death
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 snow
                 of
                 her
                 bosome
                 is
                 dissolued
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 alabaster
                 of
                 her
                 hands
                 is
                 faded
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 species
                 of
                 her
                 eyes
                 are
                 dulled
                 ,
                 so
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 wound
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 the
                 woūds
                 of
                 Pitty
                 .
                 That
                 her
                 graces
                 are
                 without
                 grace
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 in
                 fine
                 all
                 those
                 ,
                 who
                 admired
                 the
                 same
                 heertofore
                 ,
                 come
                 to
                 repent
                 themselues
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 as
                 had
                 loued
                 her
                 when
                 tyme
                 was
                 ,
                 are
                 now
                 displeased
                 with
                 themselues
                 ,
                 for
                 hauing
                 euer
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 dreamed
                 of
                 her
                 .
              
               
               
                 What
                 cruell
                 Metamorphosis
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 !
                 If
                 you
                 cannot
                 giue
                 credit
                 to
                 the
                 faithfull
                 report
                 ,
                 which
                 I
                 make
                 you
                 of
                 these
                 verityes
                 ,
                 cast
                 but
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 this
                 doleful
                 Couch
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 shall
                 see
                 a
                 lyuing
                 image
                 of
                 your self
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 a
                 dying
                 of
                 one
                 ,
                 now
                 brought
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 extremes
                 .
                 You
                 make
                 such
                 accompt
                 of
                 your
                 charmes
                 ,
                 behold
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 Tōbe
                 ;
                 you
                 prize
                 your
                 bayts
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 contemplate
                 the
                 same
                 in
                 ruine
                 ;
                 you
                 cherish
                 your
                 Sweetnesses
                 so
                 dearly
                 ,
                 consider
                 their
                 feeblenes
                 ;
                 you
                 make
                 a
                 shew
                 of
                 your
                 deliciousnes
                 and
                 your
                 alluremēts
                 ,
                 behold
                 to
                 what
                 passe
                 they
                 are
                 now
                 brought
                 .
                 Vaunt
                 you
                 of
                 the
                 Roses
                 of
                 your
                 face
                 ,
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 you
                 please
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 Thornes
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 lay
                 forth
                 to
                 view
                 the
                 whitenes
                 of
                 your
                 delicate
                 complexion
                 ,
                 see
                 you
                 not
                 how
                 pale
                 now
                 dolour
                 harh
                 made
                 it
                 for
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 its
                 beauty
                 ?
                 All
                 those
                 lockes
                 so
                 curled
                 in
                 nets
                 of
                 loue
                 ;
                 all
                 those
                 eye-browes
                 so
                 carefully
                 elaborate
                 with
                 a
                 trembling
                 hand
                 ;
                 that
                 face
                 so
                 washed
                 and
                 plaistered
                 ouer
                 with
                 a
                 secret
                 art
                 ;
                 those
                 paynted
                 lips
                 ;
                 that
                 necke
                 so
                 erected
                 through
                 force
                 of
                 endeauour
                 ;
                 those
                 curious
                 actions
                 ,
                 those
                 smiles
                 ,
                 those
                 Vn-voluntaries
                 of
                 hers
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 those
                 agreable
                 fashions
                 are
                 vanished
                 now
                 in
                 an
                 instant
                 ,
                 and
                 horrour
                 and
                 dreadfulnesse
                 possesse
                 their
                 place
                 .
              
               
               
                 Alas
                 !
                 how
                 the
                 pourtraite
                 of
                 this
                 Dame
                 ▪
                 which
                 I
                 see
                 there
                 hanging
                 at
                 her
                 beds
                 head
                 ,
                 is
                 differēt
                 far
                 from
                 its
                 originall
                 ?
                 The
                 shadow
                 of
                 that
                 body
                 moues
                 to
                 loue
                 ,
                 the
                 body
                 of
                 this
                 shadow
                 to
                 pitty
                 .
                 The
                 allurements
                 of
                 this
                 liueles
                 image
                 are
                 all
                 full
                 of
                 charmes
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 draughts
                 of
                 this
                 beauty
                 yet
                 liuing
                 ,
                 wounds
                 with
                 feare
                 ,
                 insteed
                 of
                 loue
                 .
                 The
                 hower
                 in
                 the
                 meane
                 tyme
                 seemes
                 to
                 passe
                 away
                 ,
                 and
                 she
                 must
                 dy
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 what
                 dolours
                 do
                 they
                 feele
                 in
                 this
                 cruell
                 departure
                 ?
                 From
                 what
                 payne
                 are
                 they
                 exempt
                 ?
                 This
                 poore
                 Dame
                 beholds
                 her selfe
                 abandoned
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 and
                 which
                 is
                 worse
                 of
                 the
                 Phisitians
                 themselues
                 .
                 She
                 sees
                 not
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 light
                 of
                 mortuary
                 torches
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 lighted
                 round
                 about
                 her
                 bed
                 .
                 A
                 confused
                 noyse
                 of
                 sighes
                 &
                 plaints
                 doth
                 smite
                 her
                 eares
                 ;
                 Her
                 owne
                 sauour
                 begins
                 to
                 infect
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 feeling
                 is
                 exercised
                 with
                 the
                 sufferance
                 of
                 a
                 thousand
                 sorts
                 of
                 paynes
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 very
                 different
                 in
                 thēselues
                 .
                 Whatsoeuer
                 she
                 beholds
                 afflicts
                 her
                 ,
                 because
                 all
                 the
                 obiects
                 which
                 are
                 represented
                 to
                 her
                 ,
                 do
                 carry
                 the
                 image
                 of
                 her
                 dolefulnes
                 with
                 them
                 .
                 Her
                 Parents
                 &
                 her
                 Friends
                 are
                 about
                 her
                 indeed
                 ,
                 but
                 they
                 are
                 as
                 so
                 many
                 executioners
                 that
                 put
                 her
                 hart
                 vpō
                 the
                 racke
                 by
                 reason
                 of
                 the
                 griefe
                 she
                 feeles
                 to
                 forgoe
                 them
                 for
                 euer
                 .
              
               
               
                 Her
                 only
                 Brother
                 comes
                 to
                 her
                 ,
                 to
                 giue
                 her
                 a
                 kisse
                 ,
                 all
                 bedēwed
                 with
                 teares
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 moaning
                 plaints
                 do
                 euen
                 plucke
                 out
                 the
                 hart
                 from
                 her
                 bosome
                 ,
                 as
                 knowing
                 them
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 very
                 last
                 .
                 Her
                 Father
                 oppressed
                 with
                 sorrow
                 comes
                 to
                 bid
                 her
                 the
                 last
                 Adieu
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 of
                 sighes
                 ,
                 in
                 regard
                 her
                 euill
                 now
                 growne
                 to
                 extremes
                 ,
                 seemes
                 to
                 put
                 him
                 to
                 silence
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 his
                 teares
                 and
                 sighes
                 are
                 feigne
                 to
                 speake
                 for
                 him
                 to
                 his
                 dying
                 daughter
                 ;
                 who
                 makes
                 him
                 answere
                 in
                 the
                 same
                 language
                 ,
                 both
                 of
                 the
                 eyes
                 &
                 hart
                 ,
                 without
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 let
                 fall
                 a
                 word
                 .
                 Her
                 mother
                 hath
                 her
                 eyes
                 glued
                 vpon
                 her
                 pale
                 and
                 diffigured
                 countenance
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 this
                 dumbe
                 action
                 of
                 hers
                 ,
                 whereto
                 an
                 excesse
                 of
                 dolour
                 hath
                 brought
                 her
                 ,
                 she
                 suffers
                 a
                 great
                 deale
                 more
                 payne
                 to
                 see
                 her
                 dye
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 had
                 pangs
                 before
                 to
                 bring
                 her
                 forth
                 .
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 order
                 al
                 those
                 that
                 loued
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 whome
                 she
                 dearely
                 loued
                 ,
                 came
                 in
                 ,
                 to
                 yield
                 her
                 this
                 last
                 duty
                 of
                 visit
                 .
                 But
                 howbeit
                 they
                 premeditated
                 somewhat
                 to
                 say
                 vnto
                 her
                 ,
                 their
                 tongues
                 became
                 mute
                 at
                 their
                 approch
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 eyes
                 made
                 supply
                 of
                 discourse
                 in
                 their
                 fashion
                 .
                 For
                 what
                 meanes
                 is
                 there
                 to
                 speake
                 in
                 a
                 dolefull
                 place
                 ,
                 where
                 Death
                 goes
                 imposing
                 an
                 eternall
                 silence
                 ?
                 The
                 Priest
                 approacheth
                 to
                 the
                 bed
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Crucifix
                 in
                 his
                 hand
                 ,
                 which
                 he
                 presents
                 
                 to
                 this
                 foule
                 sicke
                 wretch
                 :
                 she
                 takes
                 it
                 with
                 a
                 trembling
                 hād
                 ,
                 knowing
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 the
                 Crosse
                 ,
                 whereupon
                 the
                 Omnipotent
                 Iudge
                 was
                 nayled
                 .
                 If
                 she
                 cast
                 her
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 his
                 Crowne
                 of
                 Thornes
                 ,
                 she
                 drawes
                 them
                 into
                 her
                 hart
                 ,
                 by
                 her
                 lookes
                 ,
                 in
                 remembring
                 the
                 roses
                 ,
                 which
                 she
                 had
                 deliciously
                 troad
                 vnder
                 her
                 feet
                 during
                 her
                 lyfe
                 :
                 But
                 there
                 is
                 now
                 no
                 more
                 tyme
                 to
                 be
                 carying
                 the
                 same
                 into
                 the
                 soule
                 ,
                 because
                 her
                 senses
                 ,
                 as
                 halfe
                 dead
                 ,
                 are
                 vnsensible
                 of
                 their
                 prickings
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 she
                 reguard
                 the
                 visage
                 of
                 this
                 her
                 Sauiour
                 all
                 couered
                 with
                 comtempt
                 ,
                 she
                 sinckes
                 downe
                 with
                 the
                 confusion
                 of
                 the
                 outrages
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 hath
                 done
                 to
                 herself
                 ,
                 remembring
                 the
                 guilty
                 care
                 which
                 she
                 hath
                 taken
                 ,
                 in
                 playstering
                 her
                 face
                 of
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 ruyning
                 in
                 that
                 manner
                 with
                 a
                 sacrilegious
                 hand
                 the
                 sacred
                 workmanship
                 of
                 heauen
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 Nature
                 ;
                 and
                 for
                 hauing
                 imployed
                 the
                 better
                 part
                 of
                 her
                 tyme
                 in
                 these
                 errours
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 disparagement
                 of
                 her
                 soule
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 the
                 same
                 were
                 corruptible
                 like
                 the
                 body
                 .
                 The
                 torments
                 which
                 her
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 Iudge
                 hath
                 suffered
                 for
                 her
                 vpon
                 this
                 Crosse
                 which
                 she
                 holds
                 in
                 her
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 she
                 neuer
                 had
                 borne
                 in
                 her
                 hart
                 ,
                 do
                 shamefully
                 vpbrayd
                 her
                 now
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 delights
                 of
                 her
                 lyfe
                 .
                 Then
                 falls
                 she
                 a
                 sighing
                 at
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 her
                 sighs
                 of
                 wind
                 
                 are
                 taken
                 but
                 for
                 wind
                 ;
                 she
                 weepes
                 thereat
                 ,
                 but
                 her
                 teares
                 of
                 water
                 ,
                 are
                 taken
                 but
                 for
                 a
                 litle
                 water
                 ,
                 since
                 she
                 cannot
                 wipe
                 away
                 the
                 blot
                 of
                 her
                 crymes
                 ,
                 because
                 their
                 spring
                 deriues
                 not
                 from
                 the
                 hart
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 her
                 teares
                 proceed
                 from
                 the
                 feare
                 of
                 present
                 death
                 ,
                 rather
                 then
                 from
                 a
                 sorrow
                 of
                 lyfe
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 need
                 no
                 other
                 witnesses
                 to
                 condemne
                 her
                 withall
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 wounds
                 of
                 her
                 Sauiour
                 ;
                 for
                 as
                 he
                 had
                 suffered
                 all
                 the
                 paines
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 so
                 she
                 had
                 tasted
                 all
                 the
                 pleasures
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 if
                 she
                 could
                 but
                 turne
                 backe
                 againe
                 ,
                 and
                 returne
                 to
                 the
                 midst
                 of
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 her
                 life
                 ;
                 if
                 her
                 words
                 might
                 haue
                 the
                 same
                 vertue
                 ,
                 which
                 those
                 of
                 Iosue
                 had
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 cōmaund
                 the
                 Sunne
                 to
                 returne
                 backe
                 agayne
                 to
                 its
                 East
                 ,
                 to
                 affoard
                 her
                 leasure
                 to
                 do
                 penaunce
                 in
                 ;
                 is
                 it
                 not
                 credible
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 she
                 would
                 be
                 dipping
                 the
                 bread
                 of
                 her
                 nourishment
                 ,
                 within
                 the
                 water
                 of
                 her
                 teares
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 bewayle
                 her
                 sins
                 ?
                 But
                 that
                 is
                 in
                 vayne
                 to
                 desire
                 the
                 returne
                 of
                 life
                 ,
                 since
                 she
                 must
                 dy
                 and
                 the
                 houre
                 is
                 already
                 strook
                 .
                 Alas
                 !
                 how
                 many
                 liuing
                 deathes
                 deuoure
                 this
                 poore
                 body
                 ,
                 before
                 her
                 life
                 be
                 snatched
                 away
                 at
                 last
                 ?
                 What
                 strange
                 torment
                 seemes
                 to
                 racke
                 her
                 soule
                 ?
                 she
                 dyes
                 with
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 for
                 not
                 being
                 able
                 to
                 liue
                 any
                 longer
                 ,
                 and
                 notwithstanding
                 euery
                 moment
                 of
                 life
                 is
                 to
                 her
                 an
                 
                 age
                 of
                 dolour
                 .
                 She
                 is
                 so
                 engulfed
                 in
                 tormēts
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 imagines
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 afflictions
                 in
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 are
                 assembled
                 in
                 her
                 Chamber
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 in
                 her
                 Soule
                 ,
                 since
                 now
                 she
                 is
                 brought
                 into
                 extremes
                 ,
                 through
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 anguish
                 .
                 Sorrow
                 for
                 the
                 past
                 ,
                 apprehension
                 of
                 the
                 future
                 ,
                 horrour
                 of
                 the
                 Sepulcher
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 vncertainty
                 she
                 is
                 in
                 of
                 her
                 saluatiō
                 ,
                 do
                 hould
                 her
                 spirit
                 continually
                 on
                 the
                 racke
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 little
                 which
                 she
                 sees
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 bid
                 Adieu
                 to
                 the
                 light
                 ;
                 that
                 little
                 which
                 she
                 vnderstands
                 ,
                 is
                 for
                 her
                 last
                 :
                 and
                 being
                 thus
                 brought
                 into
                 this
                 extremity
                 ,
                 now
                 it
                 is
                 when
                 the
                 diuel
                 lets
                 her
                 see
                 to
                 the
                 life
                 ,
                 the
                 pourtrait
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 offences
                 which
                 she
                 hath
                 euer
                 committed
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 end
                 the
                 enormity
                 of
                 them
                 being
                 ioyned
                 with
                 their
                 number
                 ,
                 might
                 make
                 her
                 to
                 turne
                 her
                 face
                 to
                 despaire
                 .
                 To
                 make
                 yet
                 an
                 exact
                 Confession
                 ,
                 all
                 her
                 Spirits
                 are
                 in
                 disorder
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 powers
                 of
                 her
                 Soule
                 so
                 feeble
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 serue
                 but
                 for
                 resentment
                 of
                 her
                 euills
                 .
                 She
                 would
                 fayne
                 speake
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 mortall
                 stuttering
                 with-holdes
                 her
                 tongue
                 halfe
                 tyed
                 ;
                 and
                 on
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 the
                 smart
                 of
                 the
                 payne
                 which
                 she
                 suffers
                 ,
                 is
                 so
                 sharpe
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 cannot
                 open
                 the
                 mouth
                 but
                 to
                 cry
                 .
                 A
                 dolour
                 without
                 cease
                 torments
                 her
                 continually
                 :
                 her
                 dying
                 life
                 is
                 wandring
                 euery
                 moment
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 punishments
                 she
                 is
                 in
                 ,
                 &
                 when
                 
                 she
                 finds
                 her selfe
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 to
                 loose
                 her selfe
                 agayne
                 in
                 her
                 syncopes
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 the
                 forerunners
                 of
                 her
                 Death
                 .
                 The
                 eyes
                 bolt
                 out
                 of
                 her
                 head
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 had
                 this
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 that
                 they
                 were
                 vnprofitable
                 vnto
                 her
                 ;
                 her
                 mouth
                 awry
                 ,
                 and
                 halfe
                 open
                 ,
                 giues
                 passage
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 eye
                 ,
                 vnto
                 her
                 bowells
                 ,
                 to
                 behold
                 the
                 torments
                 she
                 is
                 in
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 now
                 tyme
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 you
                 present
                 her
                 with
                 a
                 Mirrour
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 employ
                 her
                 last
                 reguards
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 sad
                 contemplation
                 of
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 ruines
                 of
                 her
                 beauty
                 ;
                 what
                 faces
                 makes
                 she
                 the
                 while
                 ?
                 her
                 hideous
                 looke
                 affrights
                 not
                 only
                 little
                 children
                 ,
                 but
                 euen
                 likewise
                 the
                 most
                 couragious
                 .
              
               
                 Behold
                 your selues
                 ,
                 my
                 Dames
                 ,
                 within
                 this
                 glasse
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 but
                 apparantly
                 see
                 the
                 faults
                 which
                 are
                 hiddē
                 vnder
                 your
                 own
                 ,
                 from
                 point
                 to
                 point
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 vnder
                 the
                 Spanish
                 white
                 ,
                 wherewith
                 you
                 are
                 paynted
                 .
                 Behold
                 into
                 what
                 estate
                 are
                 reduced
                 your
                 alluremēts
                 ,
                 your
                 charmes
                 ,
                 your
                 sweetnesses
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 bayts
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 so
                 put
                 in
                 the
                 rancke
                 of
                 adorable
                 things
                 .
                 These
                 are
                 no
                 Fables
                 ,
                 no
                 Illusions
                 ,
                 nor
                 Enchantements
                 ,
                 these
                 ;
                 you
                 haue
                 seen
                 the
                 other
                 day
                 this
                 foule
                 dying
                 wretch
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 lustre
                 of
                 beauty
                 ,
                 that
                 dazeled
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 who
                 to
                 day
                 seemes
                 to
                 mooue
                 you
                 to
                 pitty
                 ,
                 and
                 horrour
                 at
                 once
                 .
                 Marke
                 well
                 all
                 her
                 actions
                 ,
                 but
                 quickned
                 
                 with
                 dolour
                 and
                 dread
                 :
                 these
                 are
                 the
                 true
                 examples
                 of
                 those
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 shall
                 one
                 day
                 suffer
                 ,
                 it
                 may
                 be
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 or
                 euen
                 to
                 day
                 who
                 knowes
                 ?
                 And
                 then
                 ,
                 dare
                 you
                 waxe
                 so
                 proud
                 of
                 your
                 beauty
                 as
                 you
                 do
                 ,
                 while
                 the
                 crust
                 thereof
                 is
                 now
                 thus
                 broken
                 as
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 presence
                 of
                 so
                 many
                 persons
                 ,
                 who
                 haue
                 seene
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 inside
                 was
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 full
                 of
                 corruption
                 ?
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 meane
                 while
                 ,
                 the
                 sicke
                 person
                 dyes
                 by
                 litle
                 and
                 litle
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 now
                 tyme
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 the
                 funerall
                 of
                 those
                 fayre
                 eyes
                 ,
                 since
                 their
                 light
                 is
                 thus
                 extinct
                 .
                 The
                 Priest
                 may
                 cry
                 in
                 her
                 eares
                 long
                 inough
                 ,
                 for
                 death
                 hath
                 taken
                 vp
                 his
                 lodging
                 there
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 one
                 knowes
                 that
                 she
                 is
                 deafe
                 .
                 Her
                 hands
                 ,
                 &
                 her
                 feet
                 are
                 without
                 motion
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 without
                 heat
                 ;
                 the
                 hart
                 seemes
                 to
                 beate
                 as
                 yet
                 ,
                 but
                 it
                 is
                 onely
                 to
                 bid
                 Adieu
                 to
                 the
                 Soule
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 now
                 a
                 departing
                 ;
                 and
                 to
                 tell
                 you
                 whither
                 ▪
                 I
                 leaue
                 you
                 to
                 thinke
                 .
                 Such
                 a
                 life
                 ,
                 such
                 a
                 death
                 .
                 Let
                 me
                 only
                 say
                 ,
                 
                   That
                   the
                   Iudgements
                   of
                   God
                   are
                   far
                   different
                   from
                   those
                   of
                   men
                   .
                
                 Approach
                 then
                 ,
                 to
                 this
                 corpes
                 ,
                 you
                 profane
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 &
                 through
                 a
                 sensible
                 sorrow
                 of
                 hauing
                 euer
                 heertofore
                 adored
                 its
                 Beautyes
                 ,
                 participate
                 with
                 its
                 death
                 .
                 Behold
                 its
                 hayre
                 ,
                 which
                 once
                 you
                 termed
                 golden
                 ,
                 and
                 wherwith
                 Loue
                 vsed
                 to
                 serue
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 to
                 tye
                 the
                 Freest
                 ;
                 the
                 
                 lustre
                 now
                 is
                 vanished
                 from
                 it
                 ,
                 the
                 beauty
                 is
                 defaced
                 ,
                 nor
                 can
                 it
                 serue
                 for
                 ought
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 mooue
                 pitty
                 .
                 That
                 brow
                 heertofore
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 Maiesty
                 in
                 your
                 eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 where
                 the
                 Graces
                 appeared
                 in
                 troupes
                 (
                 these
                 are
                 your
                 termes
                 is
                 now
                 become
                 an
                 obiect
                 of
                 hate
                 ,
                 &
                 cōtempt
                 .
                 Those
                 eyes
                 which
                 you
                 called
                 ,
                 your
                 Sunns
                 ,
                 resemble
                 now
                 two
                 Torches
                 newly
                 put
                 out
                 ,
                 whose
                 stinke
                 driues
                 away
                 as
                 many
                 as
                 approch
                 vnto
                 them
                 .
                 The
                 Roses
                 of
                 those
                 cheekes
                 are
                 changed
                 into
                 Thornes
                 ;
                 the
                 coral
                 lips
                 are
                 now
                 of
                 alabaster
                 ;
                 the
                 iuory
                 neck
                 is
                 now
                 of
                 earth
                 ;
                 the
                 bosom
                 now
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 of
                 snow
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 of
                 ashes
                 ;
                 &
                 finally
                 this
                 whole
                 beautifull
                 body
                 ,
                 is
                 flesh
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 euen
                 durt
                 .
                 And
                 if
                 you
                 will
                 not
                 belieue
                 me
                 ,
                 approach
                 neerer
                 ,
                 &
                 you
                 shall
                 resent
                 the
                 infection
                 ▪
                 thereof
                 .
              
               
                 Behould
                 ,
                 O
                 you
                 Courtiers
                 the
                 Idoll
                 of
                 your
                 Passions
                 .
                 What
                 a
                 shame
                 is
                 it
                 now
                 for
                 you
                 ,
                 to
                 haue
                 adored
                 this
                 carkasse
                 ,
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 wormes
                 and
                 putrifaction
                 ?
                 You
                 made
                 of
                 its
                 presence
                 ,
                 during
                 its
                 lyfe
                 ,
                 an
                 imaginary
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 you
                 would
                 make
                 it
                 a
                 true
                 Hell.
                 Heertofore
                 you
                 could
                 not
                 liue
                 without
                 seeing
                 her
                 dayly
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 this
                 time
                 ,
                 you
                 euen
                 dye
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 onely
                 beholding
                 her
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 yet
                 three
                 dayes
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 kissed
                 the
                 picture
                 with
                 an
                 action
                 of
                 Idolatry
                 ,
                 &
                 now
                 
                 at
                 this
                 present
                 ,
                 you
                 dare
                 not
                 to
                 cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpon
                 the
                 originall
                 ,
                 so
                 dreadfull
                 and
                 formidable
                 it
                 is
                 .
                 Represēt
                 vnto
                 you
                 then
                 ,
                 for
                 your
                 satisfaction
                 ▪
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 fayrest
                 Dames
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 shal
                 be
                 reduced
                 one
                 day
                 to
                 this
                 piteous
                 estate
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 all
                 their
                 graces
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 borrowed
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 accompany
                 them
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 then
                 as
                 a
                 day
                 of
                 the
                 Spring
                 ;
                 in
                 so
                 much
                 as
                 if
                 they
                 waxe
                 old
                 ,
                 they
                 passe
                 the
                 most
                 part
                 of
                 their
                 age
                 out
                 of
                 themselues
                 .
                 For
                 without
                 dissēbling
                 with
                 the
                 tymes
                 ,
                 a
                 Dame
                 when
                 she
                 is
                 growne
                 in
                 yeares
                 ,
                 is
                 fayre
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 she
                 liues
                 no
                 longer
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 they
                 put
                 her
                 in
                 the
                 ranke
                 of
                 things
                 which
                 are
                 past
                 ,
                 &
                 whose
                 memory
                 is
                 lost
                 .
              
               
                 Looke
                 when
                 a
                 beautifull
                 face
                 comes
                 to
                 your
                 view
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 you
                 at
                 that
                 instant
                 an
                 Anatomy
                 of
                 it
                 :
                 if
                 you
                 cast
                 your
                 eyes
                 vpō
                 her
                 faire
                 eyes
                 ,
                 represent
                 to
                 your selfe
                 in
                 that
                 moment
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 are
                 subiect
                 to
                 63.
                 diseases
                 ,
                 all
                 different
                 one
                 from
                 another
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 one
                 drop
                 of
                 defluxion
                 produceth
                 a
                 contagion
                 in
                 those
                 who
                 behold
                 thē
                 .
                 Her
                 nose
                 which
                 you
                 iudg
                 so
                 curious
                 ,
                 is
                 as
                 a
                 Siluer
                 box
                 ful
                 of
                 ointments
                 ,
                 for
                 one
                 cannot
                 defend
                 himselfe
                 frō
                 the
                 infectiō
                 which
                 issueth
                 thence
                 ,
                 but
                 with
                 Muske
                 and
                 Ciuet.
                 Her
                 mouth
                 is
                 ordinarily
                 infected
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 corruption
                 of
                 her
                 teeth
                 .
                 If
                 the
                 Hands
                 of
                 this
                 faire
                 body
                 seeme
                 to
                 please
                 
                 you
                 ,
                 know
                 you
                 not
                 how
                 she
                 steepes
                 thē
                 euery
                 day
                 in
                 lye
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 make
                 them
                 white
                 ;
                 I
                 would
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 she
                 is
                 fayne
                 to
                 wash
                 them
                 euery
                 moment
                 to
                 take
                 away
                 the
                 spots
                 &
                 foulnes
                 of
                 them
                 .
                 In
                 fine
                 ,
                 whatsoeuer
                 you
                 see
                 of
                 this
                 beautifull
                 body
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 playster
                 ,
                 &
                 what
                 appeares
                 not
                 otherwise
                 ,
                 but
                 mere
                 corruptiō
                 .
              
               
                 Dresse
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 tricke
                 vp
                 your selues
                 ,
                 you
                 Dames
                 ,
                 as
                 long
                 as
                 you
                 please
                 ;
                 yet
                 shall
                 you
                 not
                 change
                 ,
                 for
                 all
                 that
                 ,
                 the
                 nature
                 you
                 are
                 of
                 .
                 If
                 you
                 charme
                 the
                 world
                 through
                 your
                 false
                 allurements
                 ,
                 the
                 world
                 charmes
                 you
                 with
                 its
                 vayne
                 promises
                 .
                 Do
                 not
                 flatter
                 your selues
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 clay
                 ,
                 infection
                 ,
                 and
                 corruption
                 .
                 So
                 as
                 ,
                 if
                 neuertheles
                 you
                 enforce
                 any
                 loue
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 but
                 through
                 imposture
                 ;
                 for
                 that
                 ,
                 couering
                 your
                 face
                 with
                 a
                 new
                 visage
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 easy
                 to
                 deceiue
                 those
                 who
                 haue
                 no
                 iudgement
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 eyes
                 .
                 If
                 then
                 you
                 would
                 leaue
                 of
                 Vanity
                 ,
                 muse
                 alwaies
                 vpon
                 Death
                 ,
                 since
                 you
                 may
                 happen
                 dy
                 at
                 any
                 houre
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 in
                 banquetting
                 ,
                 be
                 it
                 in
                 walking
                 .
                 Go
                 whither
                 you
                 wil
                 ,
                 your
                 paces
                 conduct
                 you
                 to
                 the
                 Tombe
                 .
                 And
                 at
                 such
                 tyme
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 stand
                 before
                 your
                 Glasse
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 action
                 of
                 washing
                 your
                 face
                 ,
                 imagine
                 how
                 it
                 shall
                 putrify
                 one
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 perhaps
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 al
                 the
                 care
                 you
                 take
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 it
                 white
                 ,
                 will
                 not
                 hinder
                 the
                 wormes
                 frō
                 deuouring
                 the
                 same
                 .
                 
                 Yet
                 after
                 you
                 haue
                 imployed
                 about
                 it
                 ,
                 a
                 whole
                 phiall
                 of
                 sweet
                 water
                 ,
                 shed
                 at
                 least
                 one
                 salt
                 teare
                 of
                 sorrow
                 for
                 your
                 sins
                 ,
                 to
                 wash
                 your
                 most
                 enormous
                 Soule
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 a
                 shame
                 is
                 it
                 then
                 ,
                 for
                 you
                 to
                 trick
                 &
                 trimme
                 vp
                 your
                 body
                 so
                 euery
                 day
                 ,
                 wherof
                 the
                 wormes
                 haue
                 already
                 taken
                 possession
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 abandon
                 your
                 soule
                 on
                 the
                 dunghill
                 of
                 your
                 Miseryes
                 ,
                 whereunto
                 your
                 crymes
                 haue
                 brought
                 you
                 ?
                 Hearken
                 to
                 the
                 Hower
                 that
                 euen
                 now
                 strickes
                 :
                 what
                 know
                 you
                 ,
                 whether
                 if
                 shal
                 be
                 your
                 last
                 ?
                 do
                 you
                 find
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 trow
                 you
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 good
                 estate
                 ,
                 to
                 present
                 your selfe
                 before
                 a
                 dreadful
                 Iudge
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 so
                 many
                 Hells
                 to
                 punish
                 the
                 guilty
                 ?
                 Your
                 companion
                 is
                 dead
                 already
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 take
                 no
                 heed
                 ,
                 but
                 euen
                 run
                 after
                 her
                 ,
                 euery
                 moment
                 without
                 cease
                 ,
                 or
                 without
                 any
                 respit
                 .
                 How
                 then
                 is
                 it
                 possible
                 ,
                 that
                 you
                 can
                 runne
                 so
                 to
                 Death
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 estate
                 of
                 damnation
                 ,
                 wherein
                 you
                 are
                 ?
                 Rather
                 imitate
                 the
                 Parthians
                 who
                 in
                 flying
                 ,
                 triumphed
                 of
                 their
                 enemyes
                 .
                 And
                 weepe
                 for
                 sorrow
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 in
                 running
                 to
                 Death
                 ;
                 and
                 sigh
                 in
                 way
                 of
                 repentance
                 to
                 the
                 last
                 gaspe
                 .
                 Imitate
                 also
                 that
                 great
                 Personage
                 who
                 caused
                 himselfe
                 to
                 be
                 paynted
                 on
                 a
                 B●ere
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 face
                 bare
                 ,
                 his
                 hands
                 ioyned
                 together
                 ,
                 euen
                 in
                 the
                 very
                 same
                 posture
                 wherein
                 he
                 was
                 to
                 be
                 layd
                 forth
                 after
                 his
                 
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 morning
                 would
                 he
                 go
                 to
                 make
                 his
                 prayer
                 before
                 this
                 picture
                 ;
                 which
                 succeeded
                 so
                 happily
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 dyed
                 without
                 any
                 trouble
                 ,
                 or
                 disquietnes
                 .
              
               
                 Syrs
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 represented
                 to
                 you
                 in
                 the
                 beginning
                 of
                 my
                 Booke
                 ,
                 how
                 there
                 is
                 nothing
                 assured
                 in
                 this
                 world
                 ;
                 the
                 which
                 ,
                 me
                 thinkes
                 should
                 oblige
                 you
                 first
                 to
                 lift
                 vp
                 your
                 eyes
                 to
                 Heauen
                 ,
                 for
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Eternity
                 of
                 the
                 glory
                 which
                 is
                 there
                 promised
                 vnto
                 you
                 ;
                 and
                 then
                 as
                 all
                 dazeled
                 ,
                 to
                 cast
                 them
                 downe
                 agayne
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 helpe
                 of
                 your
                 imagination
                 ,
                 into
                 Hel
                 ,
                 whose
                 punishments
                 also
                 in
                 part
                 I
                 haue
                 described
                 to
                 you
                 .
                 Then
                 returning
                 to
                 your self
                 ,
                 consider
                 how
                 these
                 felicities
                 ,
                 and
                 Eternall
                 paines
                 depend
                 on
                 a
                 moment
                 ;
                 and
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 moment
                 of
                 Death
                 ,
                 whereunto
                 you
                 approach
                 euery
                 houre
                 .
                 Repose
                 your selfe
                 then
                 ,
                 euery
                 day
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 quarter
                 of
                 an
                 houre
                 ,
                 vpon
                 this
                 dolefull
                 Couch
                 ,
                 where
                 this
                 late
                 beautiful
                 Dame
                 hath
                 expired
                 ;
                 &
                 diuert
                 your
                 Spirit
                 in
                 this
                 tyme
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
                 to
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 that
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 would
                 then
                 be
                 thinking
                 of
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 shall
                 come
                 to
                 be
                 tyed
                 thereunto
                 with
                 the
                 chaynes
                 of
                 dolour
                 &
                 anguish
                 .
                 And
                 these
                 be
                 the
                 true
                 Thoughtes
                 of
                 Eternity
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .