From dogs a wolf, from wolves a dog, he fled,
And, like a spy, to both sides false, he perished.
It quick'ned next a toyful ape, and so
Gamesome it was, that it might freely go
From tent to tent, and with the children play:
His organs now so like theirs he doth find,
That why he cannot laugh and speak his mind
He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay
With Adam's fifth daughter, Siphatecia;
Doth gaze on her, and where she passeth pass,
Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on the grass;
And, wisest of that kind, the first true lover was. 460
He was the first that more desir'd to have
One than another; first that e'er did crave
Love by mute signs, and had no power to speak
First that could make love-faces, or could do
The vaulter's sombersalts, or us'd to woo
With hoiting gambols, his own bones to break,
To make his mistress merry, or to wreak
Her anger on himself. Sins against kind
They eas'ly do that can let feed their mind
With outward beauty: beauty they in boys and beasts [do find, By this misled, too low things men have prov'd, 471 And too high; beasts and angels have been lov'd:
This ape, tho' else through vaing' in this was wise; I He reach'd at things too high, but open way shed me I There was, and he knew not she would say Nay.co 1V7 His toys prevail not; likelier means he tries;
He gazeth on her face with tear-shot eyes,
And uplifts subtilely, with his russet paw,
Her kid-skin apron without fear or awe
Of Nature: Nature hath no gaol, tho' she hath law A
First she was silly, and knew not what he meant; ba A.
That virtue, by his touches chaft and spent, 19910
Succeeds an itchy warmth, that melts her quite; qЯ
She knew not first, nor cares not what he doth; ad or
And willing half and more, more than half wrath,
She neither pulls nor pushes, but out-right
Now cries, and now repents; when Thelemite,
Her brother, enter'd and a great stone threw
After the ape, who thus prevented flew:
This house, thus batter'd down, the Soul possesst anew.
And whether by this change she lose or win,
She comes out next where th' ape would have gone in.
Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now,
Like chymic's equal fires, her temperate womb
Had stew'd and form'd it; and part did become
A spungy liver, and did richly allow,'
Like a free conduit on a high hill's brow,
Life keeping moisture unto every part
Part harden'd itself to a thicker heart, (...
Whose busy furnaces life's spirits do impart,
Another part became the well of sense,
The tender well-arm'd feeling brain, from whence
Those sinew-strings which do our bodies tie
Are ravell'd out; and fast there by one end
Did this soul limbs, these limbs a soul attend;
And now they join'd, keeping some quality
Of every past shape; she knew treachery,
Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enough
To be a woman: Themech she is now,
Sister and wife to Cain, Cain that first did plough. 519
Whoe'er thou be'est that read'st this sullen writ,
Which just so much courts thee as thou dost it,
Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me,
Why ploughing, building, ruling, and the rest,
Or most of those arts whence our lives are blest,
By cursed Cain's race invented be,
And blest Seth vext us with astronomy.
There's nothing simply good nor ill alone
Of every quality Comparison
The only measure is, and judge Opinion,
UOD Crux néquibat fixa, clavique additi, (Tenere Christum scilicet, ne ascenderet)
Tuîve Christum devocans facundia,
Ultra loquendi tempus; addit Anchora:
Nec hoc abundè est tibi, nisi certæ Anchora
Addas Sigillum; nempe symbolum suæ
Tibi debet unda et terra certitudinis.
Quondam fessus Amor loquens amato,
Tot et tanta loquens amica, scripsit:
Tandem et fessa manus dedit Sigillum.
Suavis erat, qui scripta dolens lacerando recludi,
Sanctius in regno magni credebat Amoris
(In quo fas nihil est rumpi) donare Sigillum!
Munde, fluas fugiasque licet, nos nostráque fixi;
Deridet motus sancta catena tuós.
ALTHO the cross could not Christ here detain,
Tho' nail'd unto 't, but he ascends again,
Nor yet thy eloquence here keep him still,
But only while thou speak'st this Anchor will:
Nor canst thou be content, unless thou to
This certain Anchor add a Seal, and so
The water and the earth both unto thee
Do owe the symbol of their certainty.
When Love, being weary, made an end
Of kind expressions to his friend,
He writ when his hand could write no more
He gave the Seal, and so left o'er...
How sweet a friend was he who, being griev'd
His letters were broke rudely up, believ'd
'Twas more secure in great Love's common-weal
(Where nothing should be broke) to add a Seal!
Let the world reel, we and all ours stand sure;
This holy cable is of all storms secure.
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