A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND THE BODY.

SOUL.

BODY.

SOUL.

C

Ay me, poor soul, whom bound in sinful chains
This wretched body keeps against my will!

Ay me, poor body, whom for all
my pains,
This froward soul causeless condemneth still.
Causeless? when as thou striv'st to sin each

day!

BODY. Causeless? when as I strive thee to obey! Thou art the means, by which I fall to sin. BODY. Thou art the cause that sett'st this means to

SOUL.

work.e

SOUL. No part of thee that hath not faulty been.

BODY. I shew the poison that in thee doth lurk.

HATRED eternal, furious revenging;

Merciless raging, bloody persecuting;
Scandalous' speeches, odious revilings;
Causeless abhorring:

c My.edit. 1621.

d My.edit. 1621.

e a-work. edit. 1611.

f Slanderous.-edit. 1608.

Impious scoffings by the very abjects;

Dangerous threat'ning by the Priests' anointed;
Death full of torment in a shameful order;
Christ did abide here.

He that in glory was above the angels,
Changed his glory for an earthly carcase;
Yielded his glory to a sinful outcast,
Glory refusing.

Me that in bondage many sins retained,
He for his goodness, for his only goodness,
Brought from hell-torments to the joys of heaven,
Not to be number'd:

Dead in offences, by his aid revived,

Quicken'd in spirit, by the grace he yieldeth: Sound then his praises, to the world's amazement, Thankfully singing.

DIVERS POEMS

OF

SUNDRY AUTHORS.

A HYMN IN PRAISE OF MUSIC.

PRAISE, pleasure, profit, is that threefold band,
Which ties men's minds more fast than Gordion's knot;
Each one some draws; all three none can withstand;
Of force conjoin'd, conquest is hardly got.

Then Music may of hearts a monarch be,
Wherein praise, pleasure, profit, so agree.

Praise-worthy Music is, for God it praiseth;
And pleasant, for brute beasts therein delight;
Great profit from it flows: for why? it raiseth
The mind o'erwhelmed with rude passions' might;
When against reason, passions fond rebel,
Music doth that confirm, and those expel.

If Music did not merit endless praise,

Would heavenly spheres delight in silver round?
If joyous pleasure were not in sweet lays,
Would they in court and country so abound?
And profitable, needs we must that call,

Which pleasure link'd with praise doth bring to all.

Heroic minds, with praises most incited,

Seek praise in Music, and therein excel;

God, man, beasts, birds, with Music are delighted; And pleasant 'tis which pleaseth all so well.

No greater profit is than self-content;

f

And this will Music bring, and care prevent.

When antique poets Music's praises tell,

They say it beasts did please, and stones did move :
Το prove more dull than stones, than beasts more fell,
Those men which pleasing Music did not love,
They feign'd it cities built, and states defended;
To shew the profit great on it depended.

Sweet birds, poor men's musicians, never slake
To sing sweet Music's praises day and night:
The dying swans in Music pleasure take,
To shew that it the dying can delight :

In sickness, health, peace, war, we do it need,
Which proves sweet Music's profit doth exceed.

f doth. edit. 1602. with-edit. 1608.

But I, by niggard praising, do dispraise
Praise-worthy Music in my worthless rhyme;
Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet lays
Any, save learned Muses, well define.
Yet all by these rude lines may clearly see,
Praise, pleasure, profit, in sweet Music be.

I. D.

TEN SONNETS TO PHILOMEL.

SONNET I.

UPON LOVE'S ENTERING BY HIS EARS.

OFT did I hear, our eyes the passage were,
By which Love enter'd to assail our hearts;
Therefore I guarded them, and, void of fear,
Neglected the defence of other parts.
Love, knowing this, the usual way forsook,
And seeking, found a by-way by mine Ear;
At which he ent'ring, my heart prisoner took,
And unto thee, sweet Philomel, did bear.

h

Yet let my heart, thy heart to pity move,

Whose pain is great, although small fault appear:

g avail. edit. 1602.

h As in the text in the first, but "my heart, my heart," in the second edition.