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But, bee not of this last, of all the rest.
 Pursue thy Workes, without delay,
For, thy short houres runne fast away.

Illvstr. IIII. Book. 4

 Hough this bee but the picture of that Glasse,
By which thou measur'st how thine houres doe
passe,
Yet, sleight it not; for, much 'twill profit thee,
To ponder what the Morals of it bee.
And, 'tis an Emblem, whence the Wise may learne,
That, which their persons, neerely doth concerne.
The brittle Glasse, serves fitly to expresse
The Bodie's frailtie, and much crasinesse.
Foure Pillars, which the glassie worke empale,
Instruct thee, that the Vertues Cardinall,
To guard the Manhood, should bee still employ'd,
Lest else the feeble fabrick bee destroy'd.
The Sand, still running forth, without delay,
Doth shew, that Life-time, passeth fast away,
And, makes no stop: yea, and the Motto too,
(Lest thou forgetfull prove) informes thee so.
By viewing this, Occasion, therefore, take,
Of thy fast-flying Houres, more use to make;
And, heedfull bee, to shunne their common crime,
Who take much care to trifle out the time;
As if it merited their utmost paine,
To lose the gemme, which most they seeke to gaine.
Time-past is lost already: Time-to-come,
Belongs, as yet, thou knowst not unto whom.
The present-houres are thine, and, onely those,
Of which thou hast Commission to dispose;
And, they from thee, doe flye away so fast,
That, they are scarcely knowne, till they are past.
Lord, give mee grace, to minde, and use Time so,
That, I may doe thy worke, before I goe.
 Repent, or God will breake the thread,
By which, thy doome hangs o're thy head.

Illvstr. V. Book. 4
 Arke well this Emblem; and, (when in a thread,
You see the Globe, there, hang above their
head,
Who in securitie, beneath it sit)
Observe likewise, the Knife, that threatens it;
The smallnesse of the Twine; and, what a death
Would follow, should it fall on those beneath:
And (having well observ'd it) mind, I pray,
That, which the word about it, there, doth say:
For, it includes a Caveat, which wee need
To entertaine, with a continuall heed.
Though few consider it, wee finde it thus
(Throughout our lives) with ev'ry one of us.
Destruction hangeth in a single thread,
Directly over every Sinner's head.
That Sentence is gone forth, by which wee stand
Condemn'd to suffer death. The dreadfull hand,
Of God's impartiall Iustice, holds a Knife,
Still ready, to cut off our thread of life;
And, 'tis his mercie, that keepes up the Ball
From falling, to the ruine of us all.
Oh! let us minde, how often wee have bin,
Ev'n in the very act of Deadly-sinne,
Whilst this hung over us; and, let us praise,
And love him, who hath yet prolong'd our dayes:
Yea, let our thankfulnesse, bring forth such fruit,
As, to the benefit may somewhat suit:
For, though a sudden-Death may not ensue,
Yet, (since Times Axe, doth every minute hew
The Root of Life) the Tree, e're long, must fall;
And, then perhaps, too late, repent wee shall.
 When woe is in our selves begun,
Then, whither from it, can wee run?

Illvstr. VI. Book. 4

 Oore Hart, why dost thou run so fast? and why,
Behind thee dost thou looke, when thou dost
fly?
As if thou seem'dst in thy swift flight, to heare
Those dangers following thee, wch thou dost feare?
Alas! thou labour'st, and thou runn'st in vaine,
To shunne, by flight, thy terrors, or thy paine;
For, loe, thy Death, which thou hast dreaded so,
Clings fast unto thee, wheresoere thou goe:
And while thou toyl'st, an outward-ease to win,
Thou draw'st thine owne destruction further in;
Making that Arrow, which but prickes thy hide,
To pierce thy tender entrailes, through thy side.
And, well I may this wounded Hart bemoane;
For, here, me thinkes, I'm taught to looke upon
Mine owne condition; and, in him, to see
Those deadly wounds, my Sinnes have made in mee.
I greatly feare the World, may unawares
Intangle mee, by her alluring snares:
I am afraid, the Devill may inject
Some poys'nous fume, my Spirit to infect,
With ghostly Pestilence; and, I assay,
To flie from these, with all the pow'rs I may.
But, oh my Flesh! this very Flesh I weare,
Is worse to mee, than Worlds, and Devils are:
For, without this, no pow'r on mee, they had.
This is that Shirt, which made Alcides mad.
It is a griefe, which I shall never cure,
Nor flie from, whilst my life-time doth endure:
From thence, oh Lord, my greatest sorrowes bee;
And, therefore, from my Selfe, I flie to Thee.
 When Magistrates confined are,
They revell, who were kept in feare.

Illvstr. VII. Book. 4

 Tyrannous, or wicked Magistrat,
Is fitly represented by a Catt:
For, though the Mice a harmfull vermine bee,
And, Cats the remedie; yet, oft wee see,
That, by the Mice, far lesse, some house-wives leese,
Then when they set the Catt to keepe the Cheese.
A ravenous Cat, will punish in the Mouse,
The very same Offences, in the house,
Which hee himselfe commits; yea, for that Vice,
Which was his owne (with praise) he kills the Mice;
And, spoyleth not anothers life alone,
Ev'n for that very fault which was his owne,
But feeds, and fattens, in the spoyle of them,
Whom hee, without compassion did condemne.
Nay, worse than so; hee cannot bee content,
To slaughter them, who are as innocent,
As hee himselfe; but, hee must also play,
And sport his wofull Pris'ners lives away;
More torturing them, 'twixt fruitlesse hopes and feares,
Than when their bowels, with his teeth he teares:
For, by much terrour, and much crueltie,
Hee kills them, ten times over, e're they die.
When, such like Magistrates have rule obtain'd,
The best men wish their powre might be restrain'd:
But, they who shun enormities, through Feare,
Are glad when good-men out of Office are.
Yea, whether Governours bee good or bad,
Of their displacings wicked-men are glad;
And, when they see them brought into disgraces,
They boldly play the Knaves before their faces.
Loe, heere is all, that bee possest,
Which once was Victor of the East.

Illvstr. VIII. Book. 4

 Hen hee, who by his conquering Arme, possest
The rich, and spacious Empires of the East,
Felt his approaching end; he bade them beare
A Shirt throughout his Armie, on a Speare,
Proclaiming, that of all his large estate,
No more was left him, then, but only that:
Perhaps intending, thereby, to expresse,
A sorrow for his wilde Ambitiousnesse;
Or, hoping, by that Spectacle, to give
Some good Instructions unto those that live.
However, let it serve us, to declare,
How vaine their toylings, and ambitions are,
Who rob themselves, and other men of rest,
For things that are so little while possest.
And, if that powerfull King, could nothing have,
That was of use, to carry to his Grave,
(Of all his conquered Kingdomes) but, one Shirt,
Or, Winding sheet, to hide his Royall durt;
Why should we pinch, and scrape, and vext become,
To heap up Riches, for we know not whom?
Or, macerate the Flesh, by raising strife,
For more, than will bee usefull during life?
Nay, ev'n for that, which sometimes shortens breath,
And makes us, also, wretched after Death.
Let mee, oh God! my labour so employ,
That, I, a competencie may enjoy.
I aske no more, than may Lifes want supply,
And, leave their due to others, when I die.
If this thou grant, (which nothing doubt I can)
None ever liv'd, or dy'd a richer man.
When Hopes, quite frustrate were become,
The Wither'd-branch did freshly bloome.

Illvstr. IX. Book. 4

 'is true, a wither'd-branch I am, and seeme
To some, as voyd of Hopes, as of esteeme;
For, in their judgements, I appeare to be
A saplesse Bough, quite broken from the Tree,
(Ev'n such as that, in this our Emblem, here)
And, yet, I neither feele Despaire, nor Feare;
For, I have seene (e're now) a little Spray,
(Rent from her Stemme) lye trodden by the way,
Three moneths together; which, when Spring drew on,
To take an unexpected Root begun;
(Yea, grew to bee a Tree) and, growing, stood,
When those great Groves, were fell'd for firing-wood,
Which once had high esteeme; and sprung unhurt,
While that poore Branch, lay sleighted in the durt.
Nay, I have seene such twiggs, afford them shade,
By whom they were the meanest shrippings made,
Of all the Wood; And, you may live to see,
(For ought yet knowne) some such event in mee.
And, what if all who know mee, see me dead,
Before those hopes begin to spring and spread?
Have therefore they that hate me, cause to boast,
As if mine expectations I had lost?
No sure: For, I, who by Faith's eyes have seene,
Old Aarons wither'd Rod grow fresh and greene;
And also viewed (by the selfe-same Eyes)
Him, whom that Rod, most rightly typifies,
Fall by a shamefull Death, and rise, in spight
Of Death, and Shame, unto the glorioust height.
Ev'n I, beleeve my Hope shall bee possest,
And, therefore, (ev'n in Death) in Hope I'le rest.
 True Vertue, whatsoere betides,
In all extreames, unmoov'd abides.

Illvstr. X. Book. 4
 Hen, in this Emblem, here, you have espide,
The shape of a triangled Pyramide,
And, have observed well, those mightie Rockes,
Whose firme foundation bides the dreadfull shockes
Of angry Neptune; you may thereby see,
How firmly setled, Vertues reall bee.
For, as the raging Seas, although they roare,
Can make no breach upon the Rockie shore;
And, as a true triangled Pyramide,
Stands fast, and shewes alike, on ev'ry side:
So, howsoever Fortune, turnes or winds,
Those men, which are indow'd with vertuous minds,
It is impossible, to drive them from
Those Formes, or Stations, which those minds become.
And, as the raging Sea, with foming threats,
Against the Rockie-shore, but vainely beats;
So, Envie shall in vaine, loud blustrings make,
When vertuous resolutions they would shake.
For, Vertue, which receives an overthrow,
Was Vertue, not indeed, but in the show.
So farre am I, oh Lord! from laying claime
To have this Vertue, that, I doe but ayme
At such perfection; and, can come no nigher
As yet, than to obtaine it in desire.
But, fixe thou so, this weake desire of mine,
Vpon the Vertues of thy Rocke divine,
That I, and that invaluable Stone,
May bee incorporated into One:
And, then, it will bee neither shame, nor pride,
To say, my Vertues, will unmov'd abide.
The motion of the World, this day,
Is mov'd the quite contrarie way.

Illvstr. XI. Book. 4

 Hat was this Figures meaning, but to show,
That, as these kinde of Shell-fish backward goe,
So now the World, (which here doth seeme to
take
An arseward Iourney on the Cancer's backe)
Moves counterwise; as if delight it had,
To runne a race, in Courses retrograde:
And, that, is very likely to be true,
Which, this our Emblem, purposeth to shew.
For, I have now, of late, not onely seene,
What backward motions, in my Friends have beene;
And, that my outward Fortunes and Affaires,
Doe of themselves, come tumbling downe the staires:
But, I have also found, that other things,
Have got a wheeling in contrary Rings;
Which Regresse, holding on, 'tis like that wee,
To Iewes, or Ethnicks, backe shall turned bee.
Some punie Clerkes, presume that they can teach
The ancient holy Doctors, how to preach.
Some Laicks, learne their Pastors how to pray.
Some Parents, are compelled to obay
Their Sonnes; and, so their Dignitie to lose,
As to be fed and cloth'd, at their dispose.
Nay, wee have some, who have assay'd to draw,
All backward, to the Bondage of the Law;
Ev'n to those abrogated Rites and Dayes,
By which, the wandring Iew markes out his wayes.
And, to pursue this Round, they are so heady,
That, they have made themselves, and others giddy.
Doe then, these froward Motions, Lord, restraine,
And, set the World in her due course againe.
 Invincibilitie is there,
Where Order, Strength, and Vnion are.

Illvstr. XII. Book. 4

 Rom these well-order'd Arrowes, and the
Snake,
This usefull Observation you may make;
That, where an able Prudence, doth combine
Vnited-forces, by good Discipline,
It maketh up a pow'r, exempted from
The feare, or perill, to be overcome:
And, if you covet safetie, you will seeke
To know this Ward, and to acquire the like.
For, doubtlesse, neither is it in the force,
Of iron Charets, or of armed Horse,
In which, the King, securitie may finde,
Unlesse the Riders bee well Disciplinde.
Nor, lyes it in the Souldiers common Skill
In warlike Postures; nor in theirs, who drill
The Rankes and Fyles, to order them aright,
According as Occasion makes the Fight.
But, men must use a further Prudence too,
Or else, those vulgar-Arts will all undoe.
For, these, are onely Sciences injoynd,
To order well the Body, not the Mind:
And, men best train'd in these (oft times) we see,
The Hare-brain'dst-fooles, in all our Armies bee.
To strength, and skill, unite we must, therefore,
A manly Prudence, comprehending more,
Than all these Powr's: ev'n such, as when shee please,
To all her ends, can use and mannage these;
And, shew us how to cure, or to prevent
All HaZards; or, withall to bee content.
Hee that's thus arm'd, and trusts in God alone,
May bee oppos'd, but, conquered of none.
When thou art shipwrackt in Estate,
Submit with patience, unto Fate.

Illvstr. XIII. Book. 4

 Hen I beheld this Picture of a Boat,
(Which on the raging Waves doth seeme to
float)
Forc'd onward, by the current of the Tide,
Without the helpe of Anchor, Oare or Guide,
And, saw the Motto there, which doth imply,
That shee commits her selfe to Destinie;
Me thinkes, this Emblem sets out their estate,
Who have ascribed ev'ry thing to Fate;
And dreame, that howsoe're the businesse goe,
Their Worke, nor hinders, neither helpes thereto.
The leaking Ship, they value as the sound:
Hee that's to hanging borne, shall ne're bee drown'd;
And, men to happinesse ordain'd (say these)
May set their Ship to float, as Fate shall please.
This Fancie, springing from a mis-beleeving
Of God's Decrees; and, many men deceiving,
With shewes of Truth, both causeth much offence
Against God's Mercies, and his Providence;
And brings to passe, that some to ruine runne,
By their neglect of what they might have done.
For, Meanes is to bee us'd, (if wee desire,
The blessing of our safetie to acquire)
Whose naturall effects, if God deny,
Vpon his Providence wee must relye,
Still practising what naturall aydes may bee,
Vntill no likely ayd untride wee see.
And, when this Non plus wee are forc'd unto,
Stand still, wee may, and wayt what God will do.
Hee that shall thus to Fate, his fortunes leave,
Let mee bee ruin'd, if Shee him deceive.
The best, and fairest House, to mee,
Is that, where best I love to bee.

Illvstr. XIV. Book. 4

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