That swoll'n with poison'd surfeits, like to burst,
Voids up those humours, to prevent the worst.

But as our private doctors, physic-learn'd,

Kill more diseased persons than they cure:
Yet think they justly have their wages earn'd,
Teaching their patients torment to endure:
Or as chirurgeons do more hurt than good,
When with small ill they let out much pure blood:

So these sword-Paracelsians get such power,

That oft they 'stroy when they should cure the state; And with confusion all things do devour,

Making well-peopled kingdoms desolate :

Much like a sprite, rais'd up by Art's deep skill,
Which doth much hurt, against the bookman's will.

Even as we see, in marches and in fens,

The careful husband, thinking to destroy The fruitless sedge, wherein the adder dens, Sets fire upon some part, with which to toy The northern wind begins, and burneth down, Spite of all help, the next abutting town:

So WAR, once set afloat, adds strength to strength, And where it was pretended to confound

The foes of virtue, it proceeds at length,

Virtue, the state, and statesman's self to wound;

And, like a mastiff hearted to a bear,

Turns back, and doth his master's bowels tear."

"Omnis est misera servitus."

"But staie:-O rest thee, Muse, and rest thee, Mind ; I now have found the jewell which I sought;

Whose only good is in itself confin'd,

The sanctuary of the hopefull thought;
The port of safetie, and the happy life,
Free from malitious broyles and tedious strife.

Who list to draw himselfe from publick throng,

And to converse with men of more regard; Or fears the weighty power of others wrong,

Or seeks himselfe from envious tongues to ward: Or covets quiet, or eschues debate,

Or loves content, or fears lean-visag'd hate:

Let him repaire to courte, and in the court,

Like ivy, cleave unto some great man's side,
Whose able strength his weakness may support,

And with his spreading arms and shadow wide
Protect and patronize his feeble youth,
And yeelde him needful sap t' increase his growth.

may.

So he live secure; free from the fear
Of publike malice, or close-creeping hate;
And never dread the sunne or wind should sear
His verdant moysture and exalted state;
For still his lord protects him with his bowes:
So he grows up, even as his patron grows.

O happy man! whose fortune 'tis to finde
This rarely-heire of bountie in the great;
Which sooner happens to th' illiterate hinde,

Than him whose brain the learned Sisters heat;
Because the man, that's only great in show,
Dreads other men his ignorance should know.

This makes the childe of fortune, to reveale

His thoughts to drudging boors and shallow fools;

But all his consultations, to conceale

From those that are not enemies to schools:

For ignorance, like every other sin,

Loves still to live unknown, and blind within.

The honest servant seeks t' amend his lord,

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And grieves to hear his wants themselves should speak;

But the base slave doth fearfully afford

A jeering flattery, with count'nance bleak To every word; and therefore is regarded, When truth is with suspect and hate rewarded.

Base flattery, and double diligence,

That thrust their fingers into every place; That carry tales and give intelligence

Of all that may their fellows' faith disgrace:
These are employ'd, these come and go, at pleasure,
Have what they ask, and ask without all measure.

He that can these, shall thrive; and may in time
Purchase large lordships with ill-gotten wealth;
And may from yeomanry to worship climb-

Ill fare that gentry so purloyn'd with stealth!
But other never may expect to rise,

For to their deeds he turns his Argus' eyes:

And doth perswade his lord, that his whole care
Is, like a trusty servant, for the best;

His younger son the better for't shall fare,

For at his death all shall to him be left:
The credulous lord believes his smooth conclusion,
Untill, too late, he proves it an illusion.

But when the trusty servant stands aloof,
Forewarning these events, with modestie;
Exampling this with many likely proofs
Of other's craft and close hypocrisie ;

VOL. II.

He is suspected of deceit; his drift,
Thought a detractor's favour-fawning shift.

Fond youth! who dedicates thy precious hours
To do him service, that neglects thy merit;
And prizeth less the mind's unvalued powers

Than his, who only doth rude strength inherit: Fond youth! that bind'st thy selfe to be a slave To him, whose love thy service cannot have.

O why should I aim all my thoughts to please
One like myselfe; or to subject my soul
Unto the unrespective rule of these,

That only know how others to controul?
So asses suffer, asses spur and ride them;

So camels kneel, whilst bondmen do bestride them.

But man that is free-born, not born a beast,
Should freely bear him selfe, and freely love
Where reason doth induce him; or at least
Where sympathy of liking equal move:
So I could love and fear, obey and serve
Him, that I see doth see what I deserve.

For what avails it me to know so much,
If other will no notice take thereof?
Or cannot well discerne me to be such,

As I do know myselfe, and yet will scoff
At that they understand not, and suppose,
Not smelling, there's no sweetness in a rose.

What boots it me, to climb the starry tower,
And fetch from thence all secrets that remain

Within that everlasting blissful bower,

If I had none to tell them to again?

The soul would glut herselfe with Heaven, I know,

If she might not her joyes to others show.

It is a crown unto a gentle breast,

T'impart the pleasure of his flowing mind (Whose spritely motion never taketh rest)

To one whose bosom he doth open find: So wise Prometheus, stealing heavenly fire, In stones the soul of knowledge did inspire. O how I (least in knowledge and in art)

Admire and love an understanding spirit! And share with him my poor divided heart; Wishing his fortunes equal to his merit. But since in service few of these I find; Service dislikes my male-contented mind."

Cum omnis est misera servitus, tum vero intolerabile est servire impuro, impudico, effeminato, insulso.

T. P.

ART. CVIII. Phylomythie, or Philomythologie: wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho. Scott, Gent..

Philomethus est aliquo modo philosophus: fabula enim ex miris constituitur.

The Second Edition much inlarged. London, for Francis Constable, at the White Lyon in Paule's Church-yard. 1622.

An earlier edition of this book was published in 1616, and a later in 1640. "A Præmonition to the intelligent reader" follows the title: and on the