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In Haman's pompe poor Mordocheus wept;
Yet God did turne his fate upon his foe.
The Lazar pinde, while Dives feast was kept,
Yet he to Heaven, to Hell did Dives goe.
We trample graffe, and prize the flowers of May,
Yet grasse is greene, when flowers doe fade away.

Robert Southwell.

The Distinction between WISDOM and


HE Morall Poets, (nor unaptly) fainc

That by lame Vulcans help, the pregnant brain
Of soveraigne Jove, brought forth, and at that birth,
Was borne Minerva, Lady of the earth.

O strange Divinity! but sung by rote;
Sweet is the tune, but in a wilder note.
The morall sayes, all wisedome that is given
To hood-wink’t mortals, first, proceeds from heaven
Truth's errour, Wisedome's but wife insolence,
And light's but darknesse, not deriv'd from thence;
Wisdom's a straine tranicends Morality,
No vertue's absent, Wifedome being by,
Vertue, by confta'it practice is acquir'd,
This (this by lweat unpurchast) is inspir'd:
The master-piece of knowledge, is to know
But what is good, from what is good in show,
And there it rests: Wisdome proceeds, and chuses
The seeming evill, th' apparent good refuses ;


Knowledge descries alone ; Wisdome applyes,
That, makes some fooles, this, maketh none but wise ;
The curious hand of Knowledge doth but picke
Bare fimples, Wildome pounds them, for the ficke;
In my afflictions, Knowledge apprehends,
Who is the author, what the cause and ends,
It findes that Patience is my fad reliefe,
And that the hand that caus’d, can cure my griefe :
To rest contented here, is but to bring
Clouds without raine, and heat without a spring:
What hope arises hence? the devils doe
The very fame: they know and tremble too;
But sacred Wifedome doth apply that good,
Which fimple knowledge barely understood :
Wisedome concludes, and in conclution, proves
That wherefoever God correct, he loves :
Wifedome digelts, what Knowledge did but tast,
That deales in futures, this, in things are pait:
Wisdom's the card of Knowledge, which, without
That guide, at random's wreck't on every doubt :
Knowledge, when Wisdome is too weak to guide her
Is like a head-strong horse, that throwes the rider :
Which made that great Philofopher avow,
He knew so much that he did nothing know.

Job. Militant, Med. II. Edit. 1630.

by F. Quarles.

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The Insufficiency of monumental honours to

preserve the Memory.


OU mighty Lords, that with respected gracę

Do at the stern of fair example stand,
And all the body of this populace
Guide with the turning of your hand;
Keep a right course; bear up from all disgrace;
Observe the point of glory to our Land:

Hold up disgraced Knowledge from the ground;
Keep Virtue in request; give Worth her due.
Let not Neglect with barb'rous means confound
So fair a good, to bring in Night a-new :
Be not, O be not accessary found
Unto her death, that must give life to you.

Where will you have your virtuous name safe laid
In gorgeous tombs, in facred cells secure?
Do you not see those proftrate heaps betray'd
Your Father's bones, and could not keep them sure?
And will you trust deceitful stones fair laid,
And think they will be to your honour truer?

No, no; unfparing Time will proudly send
A warrant unto Wrath, that with one frown
Will all these mockries of vain-glory rend,
And make them (as before) urgrac'd, unknown
Poor idle honours, that can ill defend
Your memories, that cannot keep their own.


And whereto serve that wondrous Trophee now
That on the goodly plain near Walton stands?
That huge dumb heap, that cannot tell us how,
Nor what, nor whence it is ; nor with whose hands,
Nor for whose glory-it was set to shew,
How much our pride mocks that of other Lands.

Whereon when as the gazing Paffenger
Hath greedy look'd with admiration;
And fain would know his birth, and what he were ;
How there erected ; and how long agon :
Enquires and asks his fellow traveller
What he hath heard, and his opinion :

And he knows nothing, then he turns again,
And looks and fighs; and then admires afresh,
And in himself with forrow doth complain
The misery of dark forgetfulness :
Angry with Time that nothing should remain,
Qur greatest Wonders Wonder to express.

Then Ignorance, with fabulous discourse,
Robbing fair Art and Cunning of their right,
Tells how those stones were by the Devil's force
From Afric brought to Ireland in a night ;
And thence to Britany, by magick course,
From Giant's hands redeem'd by Merlin's flight ;

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And then near Ambri plac!d in memory
Of all those noble Britons murther’d there,
By Hengist and his Saxon treachery,
Coming to parlee in peace at unaware,
With this old legend then Credulity
Holds hef content, and clofes up her care.


* And as for thee, thou huge and mighty frame,
That stands corrupted fo with Time's despite,
And giv'it false evidence against their faine
That set thee there to testify their right ;
And are become a traitor to their name,
That trusted thee with all the beat they might;

Thou shalt stand still bely'd and flandered,
The only gazing-stock of Ignorance,
And by thy guile the wife admonished,
Shall never more desire such hopes t'advance,
Nor trust their living glory with the dead
That cannot speak, but leave their fame to chance.

Consid'ring in how small a room do lie,
And yet lie safe, (as fresh as if alive)
All those great Worthies of Antiquity,
Which long foreliv'd thee, and shall long survive;
Who stronger tombs found for Eternity,
Than could the Pow'rs of all the Earth contrive,

Where they remain these trifles to upbraid,
Out of the reach of spoil, and way of Rage;
Tho' Time with all his Pow'r of


hath laid Long batt’ry, back'd with undermining Age ; Yet they make head only with their own aid, And war with his all-conqu’ring forces wage; Pleading the Heavens prescription to be free, And t' have a grantt endure as long as He.

Musophilus. by S. Daniel.

A few lines of inferior merit are here omitted.


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