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It mov'd with frate, as if to look upon Out crept a sparrow, this Soul's moving inn, Low things it scorn'd; and yet before that one On whose raw arms stiff feathers now begin, Could think he fought it, he had swallow'd clear As children's teeth through gunis, to break with this and much such, and unblam'd; devour'd there pain :

All but who too swift, too great, or well-arm'd, His Aes is jelly yet, and his bones threads; All a new downy mantle overspreads: A mouth he opes, which would as much contain Now swam a prison in a prison put, As his late hoxfe, and the first hour speaks plain, And now thiş Soul in double walls was shut, And chirps aloud for me.t : meat fit for men Till melted with the swan's digestive fire His father steals for him, and so feeds then She ieft her house, the fifh, and vapour'd forth : One that within a month will beat him from his Fate not affording bodies of more worth hen.

For her as yet, bids her again retire

T' another fish, to any new defire to this world's youth wise Nature did make halte, Made a new prey; for he that can to none Things ripen'd sooner, and did longer lait : Resistance make, nor complaint, is sure gone; Already this hot cock in buih and tree,

Weakneis invices, but filence feasts opprethon. In fieid and tent, o'erfutters his next hen : He asks her not who did so afte, nor when; Pace with the native stream this fith doth keep, Nor if his fitter or his niece she be,

And journies with her towards the glassy deep, Nor doth she pule for his inconftancy

But oft retarded; once with a hidden nct, If in her fight he change; nor doch refuse Though with great windows, (for when need first The next that calls; both liberty do ute.

taught Where fore is of both kinds, both kinds may These tricks to catch food, then they were not freely choose.


As now, with curious greediness, to let Men, till they took laws which made freedom less, None 'scape, buc few and fit for use to get) Their daughters and their lifters did ingrels; As in this trip a rav’nous pike‘was ta'en, Till now unlawful, therefore ill, 'iwas not; Who, though himself difireft, would fain have slain So jolly, that it can move this Soul. Is

This wretch; so hardly are ill habits left again. The body so free of his kindnelies, That fell-preserving it hath now forgot,

Herc by her smallness the two death's o’erpaft, And flack'nèth not the Soul's and body's knot, Once innocence 'fcap'd, and left th'oppressor fast; Which temp'rance itraitens? Frcely on his shc The net through fwam, Me kecps the liquid path, friends

And whither the leap up sometimes to breath He blood and spirit, pith and marrowy, spevds;

And suck in air, or find it underneath, I'll steward of liimfeil, himself ia three years crids. Or working parts like mills or limbecks hath,

To make the water thin, and air like faith, Else might he long have liv'it; man did not know C'ares not, but safe the place she's como unte, of gummy blood which doth in holly grow, Where fresh with fal waves meet, and what to do How to make bird-lime, nor how to deceive, She knows not, but between both makes a board. With icimid calls his nets or enwrappisz snare, The free inhabitants of the pliant air. lan to beget, and woman to conceive,

So far from hiding her guests water is, wak'd noc of roots, nor of cock-parrows, leave;

That she news then in bigger quantities Yet cheoreth le, though none of thefe he fears, Than they are. Thus her, doubtful of her way, Pleasantly three; then traitorů twenty years

For game, and not for hunger, a sea-pie To live, and to eacreaid inis race himf, if outwears. Spy'd through his traiterous spectacle from high

The filly fish, where it disputing lay, • This coal with over blowing quenchiù aud dead,

And t'end her doubts and her, bears her away; 'I ne Soul from her ico anive organs fied

Exalted, she's but to th'exalter's grod; ?" broos. A fem le siih's fandy roe

(Az arc by great ones mien which lowly stood) With the pale's jolly neviy käven'i w:s;

It's rais'd io be the raiser's instrument and food. l or they had intcrtouch'd us they did pals, and one of those (mali bodics, ficted so,

Is any kind subject to rape like fish? Prins coui infermid, and alle it to row

unto mau they neither do nor will ; Jiícil with fury ours, which ihe did fit,

Fathers they kill not, nor with noise awake ; Ider scales leend yet of parchmen", 21. jpegno They do not hunt, por ítrive to make a prey i cichance a 61, bu: by no name you o uld callie of beasts, nor their young sons to bear away;

Fowls they pursue not, nor do undertake When gourile, like a hip in her full esin,

To fpril the neits induftrious birds do make; A swan so wl:, that year 11. « his

Yet them all these unkind kinds feed upon; en are all whitenin but hitelfon mone, TOthern is an occupati:»n), Cilinda'or, and her lide i varci 1,

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Conspir'd against him; and it might undo A sudden stiff land-wind in that self hour

The plot of all that the plotters were two, To sea-ward forc'd this bird that did devour But that they fishes were, and could not speak. The fish; be cares not, for with ease he flies, How shall a tyrant wise strong projects break, Fat gluttony's best orator : at last,

If wretches can on them the common anger So long be hath flown, and hath flown so fast,

wreak? Thar, leagues o'erpast at sea, now tir'd he lies, Aad with his prey, that till then languisht, dies : The flail-finn'd thresher, and steel-beak'd sword. The Souls, no longer foes, two ways did err.

fith The fish I follow, and keep no calender

Only attempt to do what all do with : Of th' other : he lives yet in some great officer. The thresher backs him, and to beat begins;

The luggard whale leads to oppreffion, Into an embryon fish our Soul is throwa, And, t'hide himself from shame and danger, down And in due time thrown out again, and grown Begins to link : the sword-fish upwards spins, To such vastness, as if unmanacled

And gores him with his beak; his staff-like fins , From Greece Morea were, and that, by some So well the one, his sword the other, plies, Earthquake unrooted, loose Morea swam; That, now a scoff and prey, this tyrant dies, Or seas from Afric's body had severed

And (his own dole) feeds with himself all com, And torn the Hopeful Promontory's head:

panies. This filh would seem these, and, when all hopes fail,

Who will revenge his death? or who will call A great fhip overset, or without fail,

Those to account that thought and wrought his Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) be like fall? this whale.

The heirs of slain kings we see are often so

Transported with the joy of what they get,
At every froke his brazen fins do take

That they revenge and obsequies forget; More circles in the broken sea they make

Nor will against

such men the people go, Than cannoas voices when the air they rear : Because he's now dead to whom they thould shew His ribs are pillars, and his high arch'd roof Love in that act. Some kings, by vice, bcing Of bark, that blunts best steel, is thunder-proof :

grown Swim in him swallow'd dolphins without fear, So needy of subjects love, that of their own And feel no sides, as if his vast womb were They think they lose if love be to the dead prince Some inland sea ; and ever, as he went,

He spouted rivers up, as if he meant

To join our feas with seas above the firmament. This soul, now free from prison and passion,

Hath yet a little indignation
He hunts not fith, but, as an officer,

That lo small hammers should so soon down beat Stays in his court, at his own net, and there So great a castlc; and having for her house All suitors of all forts themselves enthral;

Gor the strait cloister of a wretched mouse, So on his back lies this whale wantoning, (As bases men, that have not what to eat, And in his gull-like throat fucks every thing, Nor enjoy ought, do far more hate the great That pafleth near. Fifh chaseth fish, and all, Than they who good repos'd estates pofless) Flier and follower, in this whirlpool fall : This Soul, late caught that great things might by, O! might not states of more equality

lefs Confint? and is it of neceflity

Be flain, to gallant mischief doth herself addresse 'That thousand guiltless fmalls to make one great must die?

Nature's great master-piece, an elephant,

(The only harmless great thing) the giant Now drinks he up seas, and he eats up flocks; Of beasts, who thought none had, to make him H: jofties iflands, and he shakes firm rocks:

wife, Now in a room:ful house this Soul doth float, But to be just and thankful, loth t'offend, And, like a prince, she sends her faculties

(Yet Nature hath giv'n him no knees to bend) To all her limbs, distant as provinces.

Himself he up-props, on himself relies, The fuo hath twenty times both Crab and Goat And, foe to none, suspects no enemies, Parched, fince first launch'd forth this living boat: Still fileeping stood; vext not his fantasy Tis greatest now, and to destruction

Black dreams; like an unbent bow carelesly Nearest; there's no pause at perfection;

His finewy proboscis did remissly lie. Greatness a period hath, but hath no station.

In which, as in a gallery, this mouse Two little fishes, whom he never harm'd, Walk’d, and survey'd the rooms of this vast house, Nor sed on their kind, two, not th'roughly arm's And to the brain, the Soul's bed-chamber, went, With hope that they could kill him, nor could do And gnaw'd the lifc-cords there : like a whole Gand to themselves by his death, (they did not town

Clean undermind, the fain beast tumbled down : His fich, nor fuck those oils which thence out With him the murth’rer dies, whom envy sent treat)

To kill, not 'scape, (for only he that meant










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To die did ever kill a man of better room) From tent to tent, and with the children play:
And thus he inade his foe his prey and tomb : His organis now so like theirs he doth find,
Who cares not to turn back may any wither come. That why he cannot laugh and speak his mind

He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay
Next hous'd this Soul a wolfe's yet unborn whelp, With Adam's fifth daughter, Siphatccia;
Till the best midwife, Natore, gave it help Doth gaze on her, and where the pafleth pass,
To issue : it could kill as soon as go.

Gathers her fruits. and tumbles on the grafs; Abel, as white and mild as his sheep were, And, wiseft of that kind, the first true lover was. (Who, in that trade, of church and kingdoms there Was the first type) was still infested so

He was the first that more desir'd to have With this wolf, that it bred his loss and woe; One than another; first that e'er did crave And yet his bitch, bis centinel, attends

Love by mute signs, and had no power to speak ; The flock so near, so well warns and defends, First that could make love-faces, or could do That the wolf (hopeless else) to corrupt her in- The vaulter’s somberfalts, or us’d to woo tends.

With hoiting gambols, his own bones to break,

To niake his mistress merry, or to wreak He took a course, which since successfully Her anger on himself. Sins against kind Great men have often taken, to espy

They eas'ly do that can let feed their mind The counsels, or to break the plots, of foes ; With outward beauty ; beauty they in boys and To Abel's tent he stealeth in the dark,

beasts do find. On whose skirts the bitch slept : ere she could bark,

By this misled too low things men have prov'd, Attach'd her with strait gripes, yet he call'd those And too high; beasts and angels have been lov'd : Embracements of love: to love's work he goes, This ape, though else th'rough vain, in this was Where deeds move more than words; nor doth she show,

He reach'd at things too high, but open way Nor much refift, no needs he streighten so There was, and he knew not she would say Nay. His prey, for were she loose the would not bark His toys prevail not; likelier mcaps he tries; nor go.

He gazeth on her face with tear-shot eyes,

And uplifts subtilely, with his russet paw, He hath engag'd her; his she wholly bides; Her kid-skin apron without fear or awe Who not her own, none others secrets hides.. Of Nature; Nature hath no gaol, though she hath If to the flock he come, and Abel there,

law, She feigns hoarse-barkings, but she bitech riot! Her faith is quite, but not her love forgot. First she was fully, and knew not what he meant : At last a trap, of which some every where That virtue, by his touches chast and spene, Abel had plac'i, ends all his loss and fear

Succeeds an itchy warmth, that melts her quite; By the wolfe's death; and now just time it was She knew not first, nor cares not what he doth; That a quick Soul should give life to that mass And willing half and more, morc than half wrath, Of blood in Abel's bitch, and thither this did pass. She neither pulls nor pushes, but out-right

Now cries, and now repents; when Thelemite, Some have their wives, their sisters some begot, Her brother, enter'd, and a great stone threw But in the lives of emp'rors you shall not

After the ape, who thus prevented flew. Read of a lust the which may equal this:

This house, thus batter'd down, the Soul pofieit This wolf begot himself, and finished What he began alive when he was dead. Son to himself, and father too, he is

And whether by this change the lose or win, A riding luft, for which schoolmen would miss

She comes out next where th' ape would have A proper name. The whelp of both these lay In Abel's tent, and with soft Moaba,

Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now, His fifter, being yourg, ir us’d to sport and play, Like chemic's equal fires, her temperate womb

Had stew'd and form'd it; and part did become He foon for her too harsh and churlish grew, A spungy liver, that did sichly allow, And Abel (the dam dead) would use this new Like a free conduit on a high hill's brow, For the field; being of two kinds thus made, Life-keeping moisture unto every part; He, as his dam, from theep drove wolves away, Fart hardeu'd itself to a thicker heart, And, as his fire, he inade them his own prey. Whose busy furnaces life's spirits do impart. Five years he liv'd, and collzened with his trade, Then, hopeless that his faults were hid, betray'd Another part became the well of sense, Himself by fight, and by all followed,

The tender well-arm'd feeling brain, from whence From dogs a wolf, from wolves a dog, le fied, Those sincw strings which do our bodies tie And, like a spy, to bo:h sides salie, he perished. Arc ravellid out; and fast there hy one end

Did this Soul linibs, these limbs a Soul attend; It quick'ned next a toyful ape, and so

And now they j in'd, keeping some qualizy Gamesome it was, that it might freely go Of every past inape; the knew treachery,




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Rapine, deceit, and luz, and ills enough
To be a woman : Themech she is now,

Sitter and wise to Cain, Cain that first did plough.

Sent him with one of my Seals of the Anchor and Cbrisi, Whoe'er thou beeft that read's chis sullen writ, Which just so much courts thee as thou dost it,

Qui priùs assuetus Serpentum fasce tabellas

Signare hæc noftræ symbola parva Domůs) Let me arreft thy thoughts; wonder with me

Adicitus domui Dorsini, patrioque relicto Why ploughing building, ruling, and the rell,

Srenimate, nanciscor ftemmata jure nova. (vacro, Or most of thole arts whence our lives are blett,

Hinc mihi Crux, primo quæ fronti impressa laBy cursed Cain's race invented be,

Finibus extensis, Anchora fada patet.
Ard bieft Scth vex: us with astrononay.
There's nothing simply good zor ill alone;

Anchoræ in effigiem Crux tandem desinit ipsam,

Anchora fi tandemn Crux tolerata diu. Of every quality Comparison

Hoc tamen ut fiat, Christo vegetatur ab ipso
The only measurc is, and judge Opinion.

Crux, et ab affixo eft Anchora facta Jesu.
Nec natalitis penitus Serpentibus orbor;
Non ita dat Deus, ut auferat ante data.

Quà sapiens, dos eft; quà terram lambit et ambit, IN SACRAM ANCHORAM FISCATORIS,

Pettis ; at in noftrâ fit medicina Cruce
Serpens; fixa Cruci si sit Natura; Crucique
A fixo nobis gratia tota fluat.


Omnia cum Crux sint, Crux Anchora fixa, SigilQuod crux nequibat fixa, clavique additi,

Non tam dicendum hoc, quàm catechismus erit, (Tenere Chriftum scilicet, ne alcenderet)

Mitto, nec exigua, exiguâ fùb imagine, dona, Tuive Christum devocans facundia,

Pignora amicitiæ, et muncra, vota, preces.
Ulua loquendi rempus; addit Anchora :
Nec hoc abundè eft cibi, nisi certæ Anchore

Plura tibi accumulet fanctus cognominis ille, Addas Sigillum ; nernpe fymbolum fuæ

Regia qui flavo dona Sigillat equo.
Tibi debet unde et terra certitudinis.
Quondam fefius Amer loquens amato,
Tot er tanta loquens amica, scripsit:
Tandem et fella manus dedit Sigillum.

A foeaf of Snukes ufed beretofore to be my Seal, ibe

croft of our poor family. Suavis erat, qui fcripta dolens lacerando recludi, ADOPTED in God's family, and so Saodius in regno magni credebat Amoris

Our old coat loft, unto new arms I

go. (lo quo fas nihil eft rumpi) donare Sigillum! The Cross (my seal at baptism) spread below,

Docs by that form into an Anchor grow.
Murde, fuas fugiasque licet, nos noftraque fixi; Crosses grow Anchors: bear, as thor: should't do,
Deridet motus sanda catena tuos,

Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too.
But he that makes our Crofles Anchors thus
Is Christ, who there is crucify'd for us.

Yet may 1, with this, my first Serpents hold; ALTHOUGg the cross could not Christ here de

God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old. tain,

The Serpent may, as wise, my pattern be; Thoogh nail'd unto't, but he ascends again,

My poison, as he fccds on duft, that is me : Yor yet thy eloquence here keep him fill,

And as he rounds the earth to murder sure, But only while thou speak't, this Anchor will :

My death he is, but on the Cross my cure. Nor canit thou be content, unless thou to

Crucily Nature then, and then implore This certain Anchor add a Seal; and so

All grace from him crucify'd there before. The water and the earth both unto thee

When all is Cross, and that Cross Anchor grown,

This Seal is a catechism, not a Scal alone. Do owe the symbol of their certainty.

Under that little Scal great gifts i fend, When Love, being weary, made an end

Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend. Of kind exprefsions to his friend,

And may that saint which rides in our great Seal He writ; when his hand could write no more

To you who bear his name great bounties deal. He gave the Seal, and so left o'er. How tweet a friend was he who, being griev'd

TRANSLATED OUT OF GAZÆUS. His letters were broke rudely up, believ'd 'Twas inore secure in great Love's common wcal

Voa Amico facia. Fol. 160. (Where nothing should be broke) to add a Seal!

God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee Let the world reel, we and all ours itand sure;


[thine : This holy cable is of all forms fecure.

Thou who doft, best friend, in best things out

May thy foul, ever cheerful, ne'er know carcs ; To make her loveable; and I aver
Nor thy life, ever lively, know gray hairs;

Him not humane that would turn back fro Nor thy hand, ever open, know basc holds;

Nor thy purse, ever plump, know plaits or folds; I love her well, and would, if need were, die
Nor thy tongue, ever true, know a false thing; To do her service : but follows it that I
Nor thy words, ever mild, know quarrelling; Mult serve her only when I may have choice?
Nor thy works, ever equal, know disguise; The law is hard, and shall not have my voice.
Nor thy fame, ever pu.e, kn. w contumelies; The last I saw in all excremes is fair,
Nor thy prayers know low objects, ftill divine : And holds me in the sun-beams of her hair ;
God graat thee thine own with, and grant thee Her nynıph-like features such agrcements have,

That I could venture with her to the grave :
Another's brown, I like her not the worfe;
Her tongue is soft, and takes me with discourse

Others, for that they well descended were, He that cannot choose but love,

Do in my love obtain as large a share; And strives againt it ftill,

And though they be not fair, 't is much with me Never shall my fancy move,

To win their love only for their degree; For he loves against his will :

And though I fail of my required ends,

Th' attempt is glorious, and itself commends. Nor he which is all his own,

How happy were our fires in ancient time, And cannot pleasure choose;

Who held plurality of loves no crime? When I am caught he can be gone,

With them it was accounted charity And when he list refuse :

To ftir up race of all indifferently :

Kindreds were not exempted from the bands, Nor he that loves none but fair,

Which with the Persians still in usage stands. For such by all are sought;

Women were then no sooner ask'd than won, Nor he that can for foul ones care,

And what they did was honest, and well done : For his judgment then is naught :

But since this little honouç hath been usid,

Our weak credulity hath been abus'd; Nor he that hath wit, for he

The golden laws of Nature are repeald, Will make me' his jest or llave;

Which our first fathers in such reverence held; Nor a fool, for when others

Our liberty's revers'd, and charter's gone, He cau neither

And we made servants to Opinion,

A monster, in no certain shape attir'd. Nor he that still his mistress prays,

And whose original is much desir'd; For she is thrall'd therefore ;

Formless at firt, but growing on its fashions, Nor he that pays not, for he says

And doth prescribe manners and laws to nations Within she's worth no more.

Here Love receiv'd immedica ble harms,

And was despoiled of his daring arms; Is there then no kind of men

A greater want than is his daring eyes, Whom I may freely prove?

He lost those awful wings with which he flies; I will vent that humour then

His finewy bow, and those immortal darts In this mine own self-love.

Wherewith he's wont to bruise refifting hearts
Only fome few, trong in themselves, and free,
Retain the seeds of ancient liberty;

Following tha: part of love, although deprest, Tøe heavens rejoice in motion; why should I And make a throne for him within their breast Abjure my so much-lov'd variety,

In spite of modern censures him avowing And not with many youth, and lov'd, divide ? Their sovercign, all service him allowing: Pleasure is none if not diversify'd.

Amongst which troop, although I am the least, The sun that, sitting in the chair of light, Yet equal in perfection with the best; Sheds flame into what else soever doth seem bright, 1 glory in subjection of his hand, Is not contented at one sign to inn,

Nor ever did decline his least command; But ends his year, and with a new begins. For in whatever form the message came, All things do willingly in change delight,

My heart did open and receive the same. The fruitful mother of our apperite;

But time will in its course a point desery, Rivers the clearer and more pleasing are,

When I this loved service mult deny; Where their fair spreading streams run wide and For our allegiance temporary is; clear;

With firmer age return our liberties. And a dead lake, that no strange bark doth greet, What time in years and judgment we repos'd, Corrupts itself, and what doch live in it.

Shall not so eas'ly be to change dispos’d, Let no man tell me such a one is fair,

Nor to the art of several eyes obeying, And worthy, all alone, my love to share :

But beauty with true worth securely weighing, Na ure in her hath done the liberal part

Which being found assembled in some one, Of a kind migress, and employ'd her art

Wc'll love hier ever, and love her alone.

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