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But in the blind-born shadow of this hell, The senseless Argive ship, for her deserts, This horrid step-dame, blindness of the Bearing to Colchos, and for bringing back mind,

The hardy Argonauts, secure of wrack, Nought worth the sight, no sight, þut The fautor, and the god of gratitude, worse than blind,

Would not from number of the stars exA Gorgon, that with brass and snaky brows clude. (Most harlot-like) her naked secrets shows ; | A thousand such examples could I cite For in th' expansure, and distinct attire To damn stone-peasants, that like Typhors Of light, and darkness, of the sea, and fire ; fight Of air, and earth, and all, all these create, Against their Maker, and contend to be First set and ruled, in most harmonious Of kings, the abject slaves of drudgery. state,

Proud of their thraldom : love the kindest Disjunction shows, in all things now amiss, least, By that first order what confusion is : And hate, not to be hated of the best. Religious curb, that managed men in bounds,

If then we frame man's figure by his mind, Of public welfare, loathing private grounds And that at first, his fashion was assign'd, (Now cast away by self-love's paramours), Erection in such god-like excellence All are transform'd to Caledonian boars, For his soul's sake, and her intelligence : That kill our bleeding vines, displough our She so degenerate, and grown depress'd, fields,

Content to share affections with a beast; Rend groves in pieces ; all things nature The shape wherewith he should be now yields

endued Supplanting : tunbling up in bills of Must bear no sign of man's similitude. dearth,

Therefore* Promethean poets with the The fruitful disposition of the earth,

coals Ruin creates men: all to slaughter bent, Of their most genial, more-than-human Like envy, fed with others' famishment.


In living verse, created men like these, And what makes men without the parts With shapes of Centaurs, Harpies, Lapiof men,

thes, Or in their manhoods, less than childeren, That they in prime of erudition, But manless natures ? All this world was When almost savage vulgarmen named

grown, A world of him, for whom it first was Seeing themselves in those Pierian founts, framed,

Might mend their minds, ashamed of such Who (like a tender cheveril) shrunk with accounts: fire

So when ye hear thet sweetest Muse's son, Of base ambition, and of self-desire, -With heavenly rapture of his music won His arms into his shoulders crept for fear Rocks, forests, floods, and winds to leave Bounty should use them ; and fierce rape

their course forbear,

In his attendance : it bewrays the force His legs into his greedy belly run,

His wisdom had, to draw men grown so The charge of hospitality to shun.

rude In him the world is to a lump reversed To civil love of art and fortitude, That shrunk from form, that was by form And not for teaching others5 insolence dispersed,

Had he his date-exceeding excellence And in nought more than thankless With sovereign poets, but for use applied, avarice,

And in his proper acts exemplified.
Not rendering virtue lier deserved price :
Kind Amalthea was transferr'd by Jove,

* He calls them Promethean poets in this Into his sparkling pavement, for her love, high conceit, by a figurative comparison be Though but a goat, and giving him her twixt them, that as Prometheus with fire fetched milk;

from heaven, made men: so poets with the fire Baseness is flinty, gentry soft as silk,

of their souls are said to create those Harpies In heavens she lives, and rules a living sign and Centaurs, and thereof he calls their souls In human bodies : yet not so divine,


| Calliope is called the sweetest muse; her That she can work her kindness in oui

name being by signification, Cantus suavitas hearts.

vel modulátio.

were rose :

And that in calming the infernal kind, Now back, now forwards, now lock'd arm To wit, thc perturbations of his mind,

in arm, And bringing his Eurydice from hell Not hearing music, think it is a charm, (Which justice signifies) is proved well. That like loose froes at bacchanalian But if in right's observance any man

feasts, Look back, with boldness less than Makes them seem frantic in their barren Orphean,

jests. Soon falls he to the hell from whence he And being cluster'd in a shapeless crowd,

With much less admiration are allow'd; The fiction then would temperature dis- So our first excellence, so much abused, poşe,

And we (without the harmony was used, In all the tender motives of the mind, When Saturn's golden sceptre struck the To make man worthy his hell-daunting strings kind.

Of civil government) make all our doings The golden chain of Homer's high device Savour of rudeness and obscurity, Ambition is, or cursed avarice,

And in our forms show niore deformity, Which all gods haling being tied to Jove, Than if we still were wrapt and smothered Him from his settled height could never In that confusion out of which we fled.

move: Intending this, that though that powerful And as when hosts of stars attend thy chain

flight, Of most Herculean vigour to constrain Day of deep students, most contentful Men from true virtue, or their pristine night, states

The morning (mounted on the Muses '6 Attempt a man that manless changes steed) hates,

Ushers the sun from? Vulcan's golden bed, And is ennobled with a deathless love And then from forth their sundry roofs of Of things eternal, dignified above :

rest, Nothing shall stir him from adorning still All sorts of men, to sorted tasks address'd, This shape with virtue, and his power with Spread this inferior element, and yield will.

Labour his due : the soldier to the field,

Statesmen to council, judges to their pleas, But as rude painters that contend to Merchants to commerce, mariners to seas : show

All beasts, and birds, the groves and forests Beasts, fowls, or fish, all artless to be

range, stow

To fill all corners of this round Exchange, On every side his native counterfeit, Till thou (dear Night, O goddess of most Above his head, his name had need to set : worth) So men that will be men, in more than Lett'st thy sweet seas of golden humour face

forth ; (As in their foreheads), should in actions And eagle-like dost with thy starry wings place

8Beat in the fowls and beasts to Somnus' More perfect characters, to prove they be lodgings No mockers of their first nobility,

And haughty Day to the infernal deep, Else may they easily pass for beasts or Proclaiming silence, study, ease, and fowls :

sleep. Souls praise our shapes, and not our shapes All things before thy forces put in rout, our souls.

Retiring where the morning fired them out. And as when Chloris paints th' enameli'd So to the chaos of our first descent meads,

(All days of honour and of virtue spent) A flock of shepherds to the bagpipe treads We basely make retreat, and are no less Rude rural dances with their country Than huge impolish'd heaps of filthiness. loves :

Men's faces glitter, and their hearts are Some afar off observing their removes,

black, Turns, and returns, quick footing, sudden But thou (great mistress of heaven's gloomy stands,

rack) Reelings aside, odd actions with their Art black in face, and glitter'st in thy heart. hands;

There is thy glory, riches, force, and art ;

Opposed earth beats black and blue thy In Somnus' thickets : bound about the face,

brows, And often doth thy heart itself deface, With pitchy vapours, and with ebon For spite that to thy virtue-famed train, boughs. All the choice worthies that did ever reign

10 Rich-taper'd sanctuary of the blest, In eldest age, were still preferr'd by Jove, Palace of ruth, made all of tears, and rest, Esteeming that due honour to his love. To thy black shades and desolation There shine they : not to seamen guides I consecrate my life ; and living moan, alone,

Where furies shall for ever fighting be, But sacred precedents to every one.

And adders biss the world for hating me, There fix'd for ever, when the day is Foxes shall bark, and night-ravens belch in driven,

groans, Almost four hundred times a year from And owls shall halloo my confusions : heaven.

There will I furnish up my funeral bed, In hell then let her sit, and never rise, Strew'd with the bones and relics of the Till morns leave blushing at her cruelties. dead.

Atlas shall let th' Olympic burthen fall, Meanwhile, accept, as followers of thy To cover my untombed face withal. train

And when as well the matter of our kind, (Our better parts aspiring to thy reign), As the material substance of the mind, Virtues obscured and banished the day, Shall cease their revolutions, in abode With all the glories of this spongy sway, Of such impure and ugly period, Prison'd in flesh, and that poor flesh in As the old essence and insensive prime : bands

Then shall the ruins of the fourfold time, Of stone and steel, chief flowers of virtue's Turn'd to that lump (as rapting torrents garlands.


For ever murmur forth my miseries. O then most tender fortress of our woes,

Ye living spirits then, if That bleeding lie in virtue's overthrows, Whom like extremes do like affections Hating the whoredom of this painted give, light :

Shun, shun this cruel light, and end your Raise thy chaste daughters, ministers of thrall, right,

In these soft shades of sable funeral : The dreadful and the just Eumenides, From whence with ghosts whom vengeance And let them wreak the wrongs of our

holds from rest, disease,

Dog-fiends and monsters haunting the disDrowning the world in blood, and stain tress'd, the skies

As men whose parents tyranny hath slain, With their spilt souls, made drunk with Whose sisters rape, and bondage do sustyrannies.


But you that ne'er had birth, nor ever Fall, Hercules, from heaven, in tempests proved, hurl'd,

How dear a blessing 'tis to be beloved, And cleanse this beastly stable of the Whose friends' idolatrous desire of gold, world :

To scorn and ruin have your freedom sold: 9Or bend thy brazen bow against the sun, Whose virtues feel all this, and show your As in Tartessus, when thou hadst begun eyes, Thy task of oxen : heat in more extremes Men made of Tartar, and of villanies. Than thou wouldst suffer, with his envious Aspire th' extraction, and the quintessence beams.

Of all the joys in earth's circumference : Now make him leave the world to Night With ghosts, fiends, monsters : as men and dreams.

robb'd and rack'd, Never were virtue's labours so envied Murther'din life: from shades with shadows As in this light : shoot, shoot, and stoop black'd : his pride.

Thunder your wrongs, your miseries and Suffer no more his lustful rays to get

hells, The earth with issue : let him still be set And with the dismal accents of your knells

any live,

Revive the dead, and make the living die If these be dreams, even so are all things In ruth and terror of your tortury :

else, Still all the power of art into yoạr That walk this round by heavenly sentigroans,

nels : Scorning your trivial and remissive moans, But from Night's port of horn she greets Compact of fiction, and hyperboles

our eyes (Like wanton mourners cloy'd with too With graver dreams inspired with prophemuch ease),

cies, Should leave the glasses of the hearers' Which oft presage to us succeeding chances, eyes

We proving that awake, they show in Unbroken, counting all but vanities.

trances. But paint, or else create in serious truth, If these seem likewise vain, or nothing are, A body figured to your virtues' ruth, Vain things, or nothing come to virtue's That to the sense may show what damned share ; sin,

For nothing more than dreams with us she For your extremes this chaos tumbles in. finds : But woe is wretched me, without a name : Then since all pleasures vanish like the Virtue feeds scorn, and noblest honour, winds, shame :

And that most serious actions not respectPride bathes in tears of poor submission, ing And makes his soul the purple he puts on. The second light, are worth but the neglect

ing, Kneel then with me, fall worm-like on Since day, or light, in any quality, the ground,

For earthly uses do but serve the eye ; And from th' infectious dunghill of this And since the eye's most quick and danround,

gerous use, From men's brass wits and golden foolery, Enflames the heart, and learns the soul Weep, weep your souls, into felicity :

abuse, Come to this house of mourning, serve the Since mournings are preferr'd to banquetNight,

tings, To whom pale Day (with whoredom soaked And they reach heaven, bred under sorrow's quite)

wings; Is but a drudge, selling her beauty's use Since Night brings terror to our frailtics To rapes, adulteries, and to all abuse.

still, Her labours feast imperial Night with And shameless Day, doth marble us in ill.

sports, Where loves Christmass'd, with all

ossess'd with indepressed pleasure's sorts ;

spirits, And whom her fugitive and far-shot rays Endued with nimble, and aspiring wits, Disjoin, and drive into ten thousand ways, Come consecrate with me, to sacred Night Night's glorious mantle wraps in safe Your whole endeavours, and detest the abodes,

light. And frees their necks from servile labour's Sweet Peace's, richest crown is made of loads :

stars, Her trusty shadows succour men dismay'd, Most certain guides of honour'd mariners, Whom Day's deceitful malice hath be- No pen can anything eternal write, tray'd :

That is not steep'd in humour of the From the silk vapours of her ivory port,

Night. Sweet Protean dreams she sends of every sort :

Hence beasts, and birds to caves and Some taking forms of princes, to persuade bushes then, Of men deject, we are their equals made, And welcome Night, ye noblest heirs of Some clad in habit of deceased friends,

men, For whom we mourn'd, and now have Hence Phæbus to thy glassy strumpet's wish'd amends ;

bed, And some (dear favour) lady-like attired, And never more let11 Themis' daughters With pride of beauty's full meridian fired : spread Who pity our contempts, revive our hearts; The golden harness on thy rosy horse, For wisest ladies love the inward parts. But in close thickets run thy oblique course.

All you

See now ascends, the glorious bride of Great!3 Hyperion's horned daughter drawn. brides,

Enchantress-like deck'd in disparent lawn, Nuptials, and triumphs, glittering by her Circled with charms and incantations, sides,

That ride huge spirits, and outrageous Juno and Hymen do her train adorn,

passions : Ten thousand torches round about them Music, and mood, she loves, but love she borne :

hates Dumb silence mounted on the Cyprian star, (As curious ladies do, their public cates), With becks rebukes the winds before his car, This train, with meteors, comets, lighteWhere she advanced; beats down with nings, cloudy mace,

The dreadful presence of our empress The feeble light to black Saturnius' palace : sings : Behind her, with a bracell of silver hinds, Which grant for ever (O eternal Night) In ivory chariot, swifter than the winds, Till virtue flourish in the light of light.

Explicit Hymnus.

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1 He calls these Cynthian fires, of Cynthius 10 This periphrasis of the Night he useth, or the Sun, in whose beams the fumes and because in her the blest (by whom he intends vapours of the earth are exhaled.—The earth the virtuous), living obscurely, are relieved and being as an altar, and those fumes as sacri- quieted, according to those verses before of ficing smokes, because they seem pleasing to her Aratus. in resembling her, that the earth is called an

Commiserata virúm metuendos undiqué altar, Aratus in Astronomicis testifies in these verses: Αλλ' άρα και περί κεινο θυτήριον αρχαιη νυξ, &c.

1? Themis' daughters are the three hours-viz., Nox antiqua suo curru convolvitur Aram

D'ce, Irene, and Eunomia, begotten by Jupiter. Hanc circum, quæ signa dedit certissima nautis chariot of the Sun every morning ut Orph.

They are said to make ready the horse and Commiserata virûm metuendos undique casus. In which verses the substance of the first four

Et Jovis et Themidis Hora de semine verses is expressed.

natæ, &c. 2 Night is called the nurse or mother of 12 Cynthia, or the Moon, is said to be drawn Death by Hesiodus in Theogonia, in these by two white hinds, ut ait Callimachus : verses repeating her other issue :

Aurea nam domitrix Tityi sunt Nox peperit fatumque malum, Parcamque

Diana nigrantem

Cun-ta tibi et zona, et fuga quæ cervicibus Et mortem et somnum, diversaque somnia : natos

Cervarum imponis currum cum ducis ad Hos peperit, nulli dea nox conjuncta marito.

aureum. 3 Plato saith dicere is nothing else but re

13 Hesiodus, in Theogonia, calls her the minisci.

daughter of Hyperion, and Thya, in his 4 The heavenly abodes are often called celes- versibus :tial temples by Homer et aliis.

Thia parit Solem magnum, Lunamque ni5 Insolence is here taken for rareness or un

tentem wontedness.

Auroram quæ fert lucem mortalibus almam 6 Lycophron, in Alexandra, affirms, the morn- Coelicolisque Deis cunctis, Hyperionis almi ing useth to ride upon Pegasus in his verses : Semine concepit, namque illos Thia decora.

Aurora montem Phagium advolverat
Velocis altum nuper alis Pegasi.

So is she said to wear party-coloured garments :

the rest intimates her magic authority. 7 Vulcan is said by Natalis Comes in his 11 ythologie, to have made a golden bed for the For the rest of his own invention, figures and Sun, wherein

he swum sleeping till the morning. similes, touching their aptness and novelty, he 8 Quæ lucem pellis sub terras : Orpheus. hath not laboured to justify them, because he

9 Ểere he alludes to the fiction of Hercules, hopes they will be proved enough to justify that in his labour at Tartessus fetching away theniselves, and prove sufficiently authentical to the oxen, being (more than he liked) heat with such as understand them ; for the rest, God the beams of the Sun, he bent his bow against help them, I cannot do as others, make day him, &c.

Ut ait Pherecides in 3. lib. His seem a lighter woman than she is, by painting toriarum,


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