And as the man loues least at home to bee, That hath a sluttish house, haunted with sprites; So she, impatient her owne faults to see, Turnes from herselfe, and in strange things delites. For this, few know themselues: for merchants broke View their estate with discontent and paine; And seas are troubled, when they doe reuoke Their flowing waues into themselues againe. And while the face of outward things we find Pleasing and faire, agreeable and sweete, These things transport, and carrie out the mind, That with herselfe herselfe can neuer meete. Yet if Affliction once her warres begin, And threat the feeble Sense with sword and fire, The minde contracts herselfe, and shrinketh in, And to herselfe she gladly doth retire; As spiders toucht seeke their web's inmost part; As bees in stormes vnto their hiues returne; As bloud in danger gathers to the hart; As men seek towns, when foes the country burne. If ought can teach vs ought, Affliction's lookes, So do the winds and thunder cleanse the ayre; Nor rules of art, nor precepts of the wise, Could in my braine those beames of skill enfuse, As but the glaunce of this dame's angrie eyes. Shee within listes my raunging mind hath brought, That now beyond myselfe I will not go : I know my soule hath power to know all things, I know I am one of Nature's litle kings, Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing. VIII. FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. SONNETS. WHEN as man's life, the light of humane lust, And generations to corruption turnes; Then fond desires, that onely feare their end, But when this life is from the body fled, Where time doth end, and thoughts accuse the dead, Where all to come is one with all that was; Then liuing men aske how he left his breath, II. Man, dreame no more of curious mysteries, And what was here before the world was made; The first man's life, the state of Paradise, Where heauen is, or hell's eternal shade: For God's works are, like him, all infinite, And curious search but craftie sinnes delight. The flood that did, and dreadfull fire that shall, Drowne and burne vp the malice of the earth, The diuers tongues and Babylon's downefall, Are nothing to the man's renewed birth: First, let the Law plough vp thy wicked heart, That Christ may come, and all these types de part. When thou hast swept the house that all is cleare ; When thou the dust hast shaken from thy feete; When God's All-might doth in thy flesh appeare, Then seas with streames aboue the skye do meete: For goodnesse onely doth God comprehend, Knowes what was first, and what shall be the end. III. The Manicheans did no idolls make Without themselues, nor worship gods of wood; And figur❜d Christ as on the cross he stood: If this be safe, it is a pleasant way; The heart must first beare witnesse with the booke, The earth must burne, ere we for Christ can looke. IV. Eternall Truth, almighty, infinite, Onely exiled from man's fleshly heart, Where ignorance and disobedience fight, One thought to God wee giue, the rest to sinne: Quickly vnbent is all desire of good; True words passe out, but haue no being within; V. Wrapt vp, O Lord, in man's degeneration, Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity |