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         The Augustan Reprint Society


                   HENRY MORE

                  _Democritus
                 Platonissans_

                     (1646)


                _Introduction by_

                 P. G. STANWOOD


             Publication Number 130
     WILLIAM ANDREWS CLARK MEMORIAL LIBRARY
     University of California, Los Angeles
                      1968




GENERAL EDITORS

  George Robert Guffey, _University of California, Los Angeles_
  Maximillian E. Novak, _University of California, Los Angeles_
  Robert Vosper, _William Andrews Clark Memorial Library_


ADVISORY EDITORS

  Richard C. Boys, _University of Michigan_
  James L. Clifford, _Columbia University_
  Ralph Cohen, _University of Virginia_
  Vinton A. Dearing, _University of California, Los Angeles_
  Arthur Friedman, _University of Chicago_
  Louis A. Landa, _Princeton University_
  Earl Miner, _University of California, Los Angeles_
  Samuel H. Monk, _University of Minnesota_
  Everett T. Moore, _University of California, Los Angeles_
  Lawrence Clark Powell, _William Andrews Clark Memorial Library_
  James Sutherland, _University College, London_
  H. T. Swedenberg, Jr., _University of California, Los Angeles_

CORRESPONDING SECRETARY

  Edna C. Davis, _William Andrews Clark Memorial Library_




INTRODUCTION


Henry More (1614-1687), the most interesting member of that group
traditionally known as the Cambridge Platonists, lived conscientiously
and well. Having early set out on one course, he never thought to change
it; he devoted his whole life to the joy of celebrating, again and
again, “a firm and unshaken Belief of the Existence of GOD . . . , a God
infinitely Good, as well as infinitely Great . . . .”[1] Such faith was
for More the starting point of his rational understanding: “with the
most fervent Prayers” he beseeched God, in his autobiographical
“Praefatio Generalissima,” “to set me free from the dark Chains, and
this so sordid Captivity of my own Will.” More offered to faith all
which his reason could know, and so it happened that he “was got into a
most Joyous and Lucid State of Mind,” something quite ineffable; to
preserve these “Sensations and Experiences of my own Soul,” he wrote
“a pretty full Poem call’d _Psychozoia_” (or _A Christiano-Platonicall
display of Life_), an exercise begun about 1640 and designed for no
audience but himself. There were times, More continued in his
autobiographical remarks, when he thought of destroying _Psychozoia_
because its style is rough and its language filled with archaisms. His
principal purpose in that poem was to demonstrate in detail the
spiritual foundation of all existence; Psyche, his heroine, is the
daughter of the Absolute, the general Soul who holds together the
metaphysical universe, against whom he sees reflected his own soul’s
mystical progress. More must, nevertheless, have been pleased with his
labor, for he next wrote _Psychathanasia Platonica: or Platonicall Poem
of the Immortality of Souls, especially Mans Soul_, in which he attempts
to demonstrate the immortality of the soul as a corrective to his age.
Then, he joined to that _Antipsychopannychia, or A Confutation of the
sleep of the Soul after death_, and _Antimonopsychia, or That all Souls
are not one_; at the urging of friends, he published the poems in
1642--his first literary work--as _Psychodia Platonica_.

In his argument for the soul’s immortality toward the end of
_Psychathanasia_ (III.4), More had urged that there was no need to plead
for any extension of the infinite (“a contradiction,” and also, it would
seem, a fruitless inquiry); but he soon changed his mind. The preface to
_Democritus Platonissans_ reproduces those stanzas of the earlier poem
which deny infinity (34 to the end of the canto) with a new (formerly
concluding) stanza 39 and three further stanzas “for a more easie and
naturall leading to the present Canto,” _i.e._, _Democritus
Platonissans_, which More clearly intended to be an addition, a fifth
canto to _Psychathanasia_ (Book III); and although _Democritus
Platonissans_ first appeared separately, More appended it to
_Psychathanasia_ in the second edition of his collected poems, this time
with English titles, the whole being called _A Platonick Song of the
Soul_ (1647).

There is little relationship between _Democritus Platonissans_ and the
rest of More’s poetry; even the main work to which it supposedly forms a
final and conclusive canto provides only the slightest excuse for such a
continuation. Certainly, in _Psychathanasia_, More is excited by the new
astronomy; he praises the Copernican system throughout Book III, giving
an account of it according to the lessons of his study of Galileo’s
_Dialogo_, which he may have been reading even as he wrote.[2] Indeed,
More tries to harmonize the two poems--his habit was always to look for
unity. But even though _Democritus Platonissans_ explores an
astronomical subject, just as the third part of _Psychathanasia_ also
does, its attitude and theme are quite different; for More had meanwhile
been reading Descartes.

More’s theory of the infinity of worlds and God’s plenitude evidently
owed a great deal to Descartes’ recent example; More responds
exuberantly to him, especially to his _Principes de la Philosophie_
(1644); for in him he fancied having found a true ally. Steeped in
Platonic and neo-Platonic thought, and determined to reconcile Spirit
with the rational mind of man, More thought he had discovered in
Cartesian ‘intuition’ what was not necessarily there. Descartes had
enjoyed an ecstatic illumination, and so had Plotinus; but this was not
enough, as More may have wanted to imagine, to make Descartes a
neo-Platonist.[3] But the Platonic element implicit in Descartes, his
theory of innate ideas, and his proof of the existence of God from the
idea of God, all helped to make More so receptive to him. Nevertheless,
More did not really need Descartes, nor, as he himself was later to
discover, had he even understood him properly, for More had looked at
him only to find his own reflection.

But there was nothing really new about the idea of infinite worlds which
More described in _Democritus Platonissans_; it surely was not a
conception unique to Descartes. The theory was a common one in Greek and
Renaissance thought. Democritus and the Epicureans, of course, advocated
the theme of infinite worlds in an infinite universe which More
accepted; but at the same time, he rejected their view of a mechanistic
and fortuitous creation. Although Plato specifically rejects the idea of
infinite worlds (in _Timaeus_), More imagines, as the title of his poem
implies, a Platonic universe, by which he really means neo-Platonic,
combined with a Democritean plurality of worlds. More filled space, not
with the infinite void of the Atomists, but with the Divine, ever active
immanence. More, in fact, in an early philosophic work, _An Antidote
against Atheisme_ (1652), and again in _Divine Dialogues_ (1668),
refutes Lucretius by asserting the usefulness of all created things in
God’s Providence and the essential design in Nature. His reference in
_Democritus Platonissans_ (st. 20) is typical: “though I detest the
sect/ of Epicurus for their manners vile,/ Yet what is true I may not
well reject.” In bringing together Democritus’ theories and neo-Platonic
thought, More obviously has attempted reconciliation of two exclusive
world views, but with dubious success.

While More stands firmly before a familiar tradition, his belief in an
infinity of worlds evidently has little immediate connection with any
predecessors. Even Bruno’s work, or Thomas Digges,’ which could have
occupied an important place, seems to have had little, if any, direct
influence on More. It was Descartes who stimulated his thought at the
most receptive moment: in 1642 to have denied a theory which in 1646 he
proclaimed with such force evidently argues in favor of a most powerful
attachment. More responded enthusiastically to what he deemed a
congenial metaphysical system; as a champion of Descartes, he was first
to make him known in England and first in England to praise the infinity
of worlds, yet Descartes’ system could give to him little real solace.
More embraces God’s plenitude and infinity of worlds, he rejoices in the
variety and grandeur of the universe, and he worships it as he might God
Himself; but Descartes was fundamentally uninterested in such
enthusiasms and found them even repellant--as well as unnecessary--to
his thought. For More the doctrine of infinity was a proper corollary of
Copernican astronomy and neo-Platonism (as well as Cabbalistic
mysticism) and therefore a necessity to his whole elaborate and eclectic
view of the world.

In introducing Cartesian thought into England, More emphasized
particular physical doctrines mainly described in _The Principles of
Philosophy_; he shows little interest in the _Discourse on the Method of
Rightly Conducting the Reason_ (1637), or in the _Meditations_ (1641),
both of which were also available to him when he wrote _Democritus
Platonissans_. In the preface to his poem, he refers to Descartes whom
he seems to have read hopefully: surely “infinitude” is the same as the
Cartesian “indefinite.” “_For what is his =mundus indefinitè extensus=,
but =extensus infinitè=? Else it sounds onely =infinitus quoad nos=, but
=simpliciter finitus=_,” for there can be no space “_unstuffd with
Atoms_.” More thinks that Descartes seems “to mince it,” that difficulty
lies in the interpretation of a word, not in an essential idea. He is
referring to Part II, xxi, of _The Principles_, but he quotes, with
tacit approval, from Part III, i and ii, in the motto to the poem. More
undoubtedly knows the specific discussion of ‘infinity’ in Part I,
xxvi-xxviii, where he must first have felt uneasy delight on reading
“that it is not needful to enter into disputes regarding the infinite,
but merely to hold all that in which we can find no limits as
indefinite, such as the extension of the world . . . .”[4] More asked
Descartes to clarify his language in their correspondence of 1648-49,
the last year of Descartes’ life.

_Democritus Platonissans_ is More’s earliest statement about absolute
space and time; by introducing these themes into English philosophy, he
contributed significantly to the intellectual history of the seventeenth
century. Newton, indeed, was able to make use of More’s forging efforts;
but of relative time or space and their measurement, which so much
concerned Newton, More had little to say. He was preoccupied with the
development of a theory which would show that immaterial substance, with
space and time as attributes, is as real and as absolute as the
Cartesian geometrical and spatial account of matter which he felt was
true but much in need of amplification.

In his first letter to Descartes, of 11 December 1648, More wrote:
“. . . this indefinite extension is either _simpliciter_ infinite, or
only in respect to us. If you understand extension to be infinite
_simpliciter_, why do you obscure your thought by too low and too modest
words? If it is infinite only in respect to us, extension, in reality,
will be finite; for our mind is the measure neither of the things nor of
truth. . . .” Unsatisfied by his first answer from Descartes (5 February
1649), he urges his point again (5 March): if extension can describe
matter, the same quality must apply to the immaterial and yet be only
one of many attributes of Spirit. In his second letter to More
(15 April), Descartes answers firmly: “It is repugnant to my concept to
attribute any limit to the world, and I have no other measure than my
perception for what I have to assert or to deny. I say, therefore, that
the world is indeterminate or indefinite, because I do not recognize in
it any limits. But I dare not call it infinite as I perceive that God is
greater than the world, not in respect to His extension, because, as I
have already said, I do not acknowledge in God any proper [extension],
but in respect to His perfection . . . . It is repugnant to my mind
. . . it implies a contradiction, that the world be finite or limited,
because I cannot but conceive a space outside the boundaries of the
world wherever I presuppose them.” More plainly fails to understand the
basic dualism inherent in Cartesian philosophy and to sense the
irrelevance of his questions. While Descartes is really disposing of the
spiritual world in order to get on with his analysis of finite
experience, More is keenly attempting to reconcile neo-Platonism with
the lively claims of matter. His effort can be read as the brave attempt
to harmonize an older mode of thought with the urgency of the ‘new
philosophy’ which called the rest in doubt. More saw this conflict and
the implications of it with a kind of clarity that other men of his age
hardly possessed. But the way of Descartes, which at first seemed to him
so promising, certainly did not lead to the kind of harmony which he
sought.

More’s original enthusiasm for Descartes declined as he understood
better that the Cartesian world in practice excluded spirits and souls.
Because Descartes could find no necessary place even for God Himself,
More styled him, in _Enchiridion Metaphysicum_ (1671), the “Prince of
the Nullibists”; these men “readily acknowledge there are such things as
_Incorporeal Beings_ or _Spirits_, yet do very peremptorily contend,
that they are _no where_ in the whole World [;] . . . because they so
boldly affirm that a Spirit is _Nullibi_, that is to say, _no where_,”
they deserve to be called _Nullibists_.[5] In contrast to these false
teachers, More describes absolute space by listing twenty epithets which
can be applied either to God or to pure extension, such as “Unum,
Simplex, Immobile . . . Incomprehensible       ”[6] There is, however,
a great difficulty here; for while Space and Spirit are eternal and
uncreated, they yet contain material substance which has been created by
God. If the material world possesses infinite extension, as More
generally believes, that would preclude any need of its having a
creator. In order to avoid this dilemma, which _Democritus Platonissans_
ignores, More must at last separate matter and space, seeing the latter
as an attribute of God through which He is able to contain a finite
world limited in space as well as in time. In writing that “this
infinite space because of its infinity is distinct from matter,”[7] More
reveals the direction of his conclusion; the dichotomy it embodies is
Cartesianism in reverse.

While More always labored to describe the ineffable, his earliest work,
the poetry, may have succeeded in this wish most of all. Although he
felt that his poetry was aiming toward truths which his “_later and
better concocted Prose_”[8] reached, the effort cost him the
suggestiveness of figurative speech. In urging himself on toward an ever
more consistent statement of belief, he lost much of his beginning
exuberance (best expressed in the brief “Philosopher’s Devotion”) and
the joy of intellectual discovery. In the search “_to find out Words
which will prove faithful witnesses of the peculiarities of my
Thoughts_,” he staggers under the unsupportable burden of too many
words. In trying so desperately to clarify his thought, he rejected
poetic discourse as “slight”; only a language free of metaphor and
symbol could, he supposed, lead toward correctness. Indeed, More soon
renounced poetry; he apparently wrote no more after collecting it in
_Philosophical Poems_ (1647), when he gave up poetry for “more seeming
Substantial performances in solid _Prose_.”[9] “Cupids Conflict,” which
is “annexed” to _Democritus Platonissans_, is an interesting revelation
of the failure of poetry, as More felt it: he justifies his “rude rugged
uncouth style” by suggesting that sweet verses avoid telling important
truths; harshness and obscurity may at least remind one that there is a
significance beyond mere words. His lament is characteristic: “How ill
alas! with wisdome it accords/ To sell my living sense for liveless
words.”

In spite of these downcast complaints, More was quite capable of lively
and meaningful poetic ideas. One is the striking image of the cone which
occurs in _Democritus Platonissans_ (especially in stanzas 7-8, 66-67,
and 88) and becomes the most essential symbol to More’s expression
of infinitude and extension. The figure first appears in
_Antipsychopannychia_ (II.9) where his purpose is to reconcile the world
Soul with Christian eschatology. In _Democritus Platonissans_, the cone
enables More to adapt the familiar Hermetic paradox:

    A Circle whose circumference no where
    Is circumscrib’d, whose Centre’s each where set,
    But the low Cusp’s a figure circular,
  Whose compasse is ybound, but centre’s every where. (st. 8)

Every point on the circumference, or base of the cone, relates to the
single point at the top. The world, More wants to say, has no limits, no
center, yet there are bounds in its not having any. More recognizes the
contradiction when he fancies “some strong arm’d Archer” at the wide
world’s edge (st. 37). Where shall he send his shafts? Into “mere
vacuity”? But More hardly seems aware of the inappropriateness of the
cone: he uses a geometrical figure to locate space, time, and numberless
worlds within the universal sight of God, but matter is infinite,
“distinct/ And yet proceeding from the Deitie” (st. 68). Obviously, the
archer must forever be sending his arrows through an infinitely
expanding surface. Nevertheless, the cone has great value as a metaphor,
as a richly suggestive and fascinating conception. More, however, does
not want to speak metaphorically; he is attempting to disclose truths,
literal and plain, where pretty words and metaphors have no place. Even
as he is writing his most effective poetry, we are aware that More is
denying his poetic office; for he is pleading a reasoned case where the
words crack and strain, where poetic meaning gathers, only to be denied.

But these objections momentarily disappear when More forgets himself
enough to let us feel his imagination and does not worry that we might
miss the proofs of his philosophy. _Democritus Platonissans_ concludes
with an apocalyptic vision wherein the poet imagines the reconciliation
of infinite worlds and time within God’s immensity. He is also
attempting to harmonize _Psychathanasia_, where he rejected infinitude,
with its sequel, _Democritus Platonissans_, where he has everywhere been
declaring it; thus we should think of endless worlds as we should think
of Nature and the Phoenix, dying yet ever regenerative, sustained by a
“centrall power/ Of hid spermatick life” which sucks “sweet heavenly
juice” from above (st. 101). More closes his poem on a vision of harmony
and ceaseless energy, a most fit ending for one who dared to believe
that the new philosophy sustained the old, that all coherence had not
gone out of the world, but was always there, only waiting to be
discovered afresh in this latter age.

The University of British Columbia




NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION

[Footnote 1: The quotations from More’s Latin autobiography occur in the
_Opera Omnia_ (London, 1675-79), portions of which Richard Ward
translated in _The Life of . . . Henry More_ (London, 1710). Cf. the
modern edition of this work, ed. M. F. Howard (London, 1911), pp. 61,
67-68, the text followed here. There is a recent reprint of the _Opera
Omnia_ in 3 volumes (Hildesheim, 1966) with an introduction by Serge
Hutin. The “Praefatio Generalissima” begins vol. II. 1. One passage in
it which Ward did not translate describes the genesis of _Democritus
Platonissans_. More writes that after finishing _Psychathanasia_, he
felt a change of heart: “Postea vero mutata sententia furore nescio quo
Poetico incitatus supra dictum Poema scripsi, ea potissimum innixus
ratione quod liquido constaret extensionem spacii dari infinitam, nec
majores absurditates pluresve contingere posse in Materia infinita,
infinitaque; Mundi duratione, quam in infinita Extensione spacii”
(p. ix).]

[Footnote 2: Cf. Lee Haring’s unpub. diss., “Henry More’s
_Psychathanasia_ and _Democritus Platonissans_: A Critical Edition,”
(Columbia Univ., 1961), pp. 33-57.]

[Footnote 3: Marjorie Hope Nicolson’s various articles and books which
in part deal with More are important to the discussion that follows, and
especially “The Early Stage of Cartesianism in England,” SP, XXVI
(1929), 356-379; _Mountain Gloom and Mountain Glory_ (Ithaca, 1959), pp.
113-143, and _The Breaking of the Circle_ (New York, 1960), pp.
158-165.]

[Footnote 4: Cf. _The Meditations and Selections from the Principles of
René Descartes_, trans. John Veitch (Chicago, 1908), p. 143. The
quotations from the letters which follow occur in Alexandre Koyré’s very
helpful book, _From the Closed World to the Infinite Universe_
(Baltimore, 1957), pp. 114, 122-123, but the complete and original texts
can be consulted in Descartes, _Correspondance avec Arnaud et Morus_,
ed. G. Lewis (Paris, 1953).]

[Footnote 5: This passage occurs at the beginning of “The Easie, True,
and Genuine Notion, And consistent Explication Of the Nature of a
Spirit,” a free translation of _Enchiridion Metaphysicum_, I. 27-28, by
John Collins which he included in Joseph Glanvil’s _Saducismus
Triumphatus_ (London, 1681). I quote from the text as given in
_Philosophical Writings of Henry More_, ed. F. I. MacKinnon (New York,
1925), p. 183.]

[Footnote 6: Cf. _Enchiridion Metaphysicum_, VIII. 8, trans. Mary Whiton
Calkins and included in John Tull Baker, _An Historical and Critical
Examination of English Space and Time Theories_ . . . (Bronxville, N.Y.,
1930), p. 12. For the original, cf. _Opera Omnia_, II. 1, p. 167.]

[Footnote 7: “_Infinitum_ igitur hoc _Extensum_ à Materia distinctum,”
_Enchiridion Metaphysicum_, VIII. 9, in _Opera Omnia, loc. cit._ Quoted
by MacKinnon, p. 262.]

[Footnote 8: This and the following reference appear in _An Explanation
of the grand Mystery of Godliness_ (London, 1660), “To the Reader,” pp.
vi and v.]

[Footnote 9: _Ibid._, II. xi. 5 (p. 52).]




BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE


The text of this edition is reproduced from a copy in the Henry E.
Huntington Library.




            Democritus Platonissans,

                      Or,

                   _AN ESSAY_

                    Upon The

               INFINITY OF WORLDS

                     Out Of

             PLATONICK PRINCIPLES.

              Hereunto is annexed

                CUPIDS CONFLICT

                 together with

           THE PHILOSOPHERS DEVOTION:

        And a Particular Interpretation
  appertaining to the three last books of the
              _Song of the Soul_.


   By _H. More_ Master of Arts, and Fellow of
         Christs Colledge in Cambridge.


  Ἀγαθὸς ἦν τὸ πᾶν τόδε ὁ συνιστὰς, ἀγαθῷ δὲ οὐδεὶς περὶ οὐδενὸς
    οὐδέποτε ἐγγίνεται φθόνος. Τούτου δ’ ἐκτὸς ὢν πάντα ὁτι μάλιστα
    ἐβουλήθη γενέσθαι παραπλήσια αὑτῷ. Plat.

  _Pythagoras Terram Planetam quendam esse censuit qui circa solem
    in centro mundi defixum converteretur, Pythagorans secuti sunt
    Philolaus, Seleucus, Cleanthes, &c. imò PLATO jam senex, ut
    narrat Theophrastus._ Libert. Fromond, de Orbe terræ immobili.


    _CAMBRIDGE_

  Printed by ROGER DANIEL, Printer to
    the UNIVERSITIE. 1646.




To the Reader.


READER,

_If thou standest not to the judgement of thine eye more then of thy
reason, this fragment may passe favourably, though in the neglectfull
disguise of a fragment; if the strangenesse of the argument prove no
hinderance. INFINITIE of WORLDS! A thing monstrous if assented to, and
to be startled at, especially by them, whose thoughts this one have
alwayes so engaged, that they can find no leisure to think of any thing
else. But I onely make a bare proposall to more acute judgements, of
what my sportfull fancie, with pleasure hath suggested: following my old
designe of furnishing mens minds with varietie of apprehensions
concerning the most weightie points of Philosophie, that they may not
seem rashly to have settled in the truth, though it be the truth:
a thing as ill beseeming Philosophers, as hastie prejudicative sentence
Politicall Judges. But if I had relinquishd here my wonted self, in
proving Dogmaticall, I should have found very noble Patronage for the
cause among the ancients, =Epicurus=, =Democritus=, =Lucretius=, =&c.=
Or if justice may reach the dead, do them the right, as to shew, that
though they be hooted at, by the Rout of the learned, as men of
monstrous conceits, they were either very wise or exceeding fortunate to
light on so probable and specious an opinion, in which notwithstanding
there is so much difficultie and seeming inconsistencie._

_Nay and that sublime and subtil Mechanick too, =DesChartes=, though he
seem to mince it must hold infinitude of worlds, or which is as harsh
one infinite one. For what is his =mundus indefinitè extensus=, but
=extensus infinitè=? Else it sounds onely =infinitus quoad nos= but
=simpliciter finitus=. But if any space be left out unstuffd with Atoms,
it will hazard the dissipation of the whole frame of Nature into
disjoynted dust. As may be proved by the Principles of his own
Philosophie. And that there is space whereever God is, or any actuall
and self-subsistent Being, seems to me no plainer then one of the κοιναί
ἔννοιαι._

_For mine own part I must confesse these apprehensions do plainly oppose
what heretofore I have conceived; but I have sworn more faithfull
friendship with Truth then with myself. And therefore without all
remorse lay batterie against mine own edifice: not sparing to shew how
weak that is, that my self now deems not impregnably strong. I have at
the latter end of the last Canto of =Psychathanasia=, not without
triumph concluded, that the world hath not continued =ab æterno=, from
this ground:_

                            Extension
  That’s infinite implies a contradiction.

_And this is in answer to an objection against my last argument of the
souls Immortalitie, =viz.= divine goodnesse, which I there make the
measure of his providence. That ground limits the essence of the world
as well as its duration, and satisfies the curiositie of the Opposer, by
shewing the incompossibilitie in the Creature, not want of goodnesse in
the Creatour to have staid the framing of the Universe. But now roused
up by a new Philosophick furie, I answer that difficultie by taking away
the Hypothesis of either the world or time being finite: defending the
infinitude of both, which though I had done with a great deal of vigour
and life, and semblance of assent, it would have agreed well enough with
the free beat of Poesie, and might have passed for a pleasant flourish:
but the severitie of my own judgement, and sad Genius hath cast in many
correctives and coolers into the Canto it self; so that it cannot amount
to more then a discussion. And discussion is no prejudice but an honour
to the truth: for then and never but then is she Victorious. And what a
glorious Trophee shall the finite world erect when it hath vanquished
the Infinite; a Pygmee a Giant._

_For the better understanding of the connexion of this Appendix, with
the Poem of the souls Immortalitie; I have taken off the last stanza’s
thereof, and added some few new ones to them for a more easie and
naturall leading to the present Canto. =Psychathan. lib. 3. Cant. 4.=_

  _Stanz._ 33d.

    But thou who ere thou art that thus dost strive
    With fierce assault my groundwork to subvert,
    And boldly dost into Gods secrets dive,
    Base fear my manly face note make m’ avert.
    In that odde question which thou first didst stert,
    I’ll plainly prove thine incapacitie,
    And force thy feeble feet back to revert,
    That cannot climb so high a mysterie,
  I’le shew thee strange perplexed inconsistencie.

  34

    Why was this world from all infinitie
    Not made? say’st thou: why? could it be so made
    Say I. For well observe the sequencie:
    If this Out-world continually hath wade
    Through a long long-spun-time that never had
    Beginning, then there as few circulings
    Have been in the quick Moon as Saturn sad;
    And still more plainly this clear truth to sing,
  As many years as dayes or flitting houres have been.

  35

    For things that we conceive are infinite,
    One th’ other no’te surpasse in quantitie.
    So I have prov’d with clear convincing light,
    This world could never from infinitie
    Been made. Certain deficiencie
    Doth alwayes follow evolution:
    Nought’s infinite but tight eternitie
    Close thrust into itself: extension
  That’s infinite implies a contradiction.

  36

    So then for ought we know this world was made
    So soon as such a Nature could exist;
    And though that it continue, never fade,
    Yet never will it be that that long twist
    Of time prove infinite, though ner’e desist
    From running still. But we may safely say
    Time past compar’d with this long future list
    Doth show as if the world but yesterday
  Were made, and in due time Gods glory out may ray.

  37

    Then this short night and ignorant dull ages
    Will quite be swallowed in oblivion;
    And though this hope by many surly Sages
    Be now derided, yet they’ll all be gone
    In a short time, like Bats and Owls yflone
    At dayes approch. This will hap certainly
    At this worlds shining conflagration.
    Fayes, Satyrs, Goblins the night merrily
  May spend, but ruddy Sol shall make them all to flie.

  38

    The roaring Lions and drad beasts of prey
    Rule in the dark with pitious crueltie;
    But harmlesse Man is matter of the day,
    Which doth his work in pure simplicitie.
    God blesse his honest usefull industrie.
    But pride and covetize, ambition,
    Riot, revenge, self-love, hypocrisie,
    Contempt of goodnesse, forc’d opinion;
  These and such like do breed the worlds confusion.

  39

    But sooth to say though my triumphant Muse
    Seemeth to vant as in got victorie,
    And with puissant stroke the head to bruize
    Of her stiff so, and daze his phantasie,
    Captive his reason, dead each facultie:
    Yet in her self so strong a force withstands
    That of her self afraid, she’ll not aby,
    Nor keep the field. She’ll fall by her own hand
  As _Ajax_ once laid _Ajax_ dead upon the strand.

  40

    For thus her-self by her own self’s oppos’d;
    The Heavens the Earth the universall Frame
    Of living Nature God so soon disclos’d
    As He could do, or she receive the same.
    All times delay since that must turn to blame,
    And what cannot He do that can be done?
    And what might let but by th’ all-powerfull Name
    Or Word of God, the Worlds Creation
  More suddenly were made then mans swift thought can run?

  41

    Wherefore that Heavenly Power or is as young
    As this Worlds date; or else some needlesse space
    Of time was spent, before the Earth did clung
    So close unto her-self and seas embrace
    Her hollow breast, and if that time surpasse
    A finite number then Infinitie
    Of years before this Worlds Creation passe.
    So that the durance of the Deitie
  We must contract or strait his full Benignitie.

  42

    But for the cradle of the _Cretian Jove_,
    And guardians of his vagient Infancie
    What sober man but sagely will reprove?
    Or drown the noise of the fond _Dactyli_
    By laughter loud? Dated Divinitie
    Certes is but the dream of a drie brain:
    God maim’d in goodnesse, inconsistencie;
    Wherefore my troubled mind is now in pain
  Of a new birth, which this one Canto’ll not contain.

_Now Reader, thou art arrived to the Canto it self, from which I have
kept thee off by too tedious Preface and Apologie, which is seldome made
without consciousnesse of some fault, which I professe I find not in my
self, unlesse this be it, that I am more tender of thy satisfaction then
mine own credit. As for that high sullen Poem, =Cupids Conflict=, I must
leave it to thy candour and favourable censure. The =Philosophers
Devotion= I cast in onely, that the latter pages should not be
unfurnished._

  H. M.


_Nihil tamen frequentius inter Autores occurrit, quám ut omnia adeò ex
moduli ferè sensuum suorum æstiment, ut ea quæ insuper infinitis rerum
spatiis extare possunt, sive superbè sive imprudenter rejiciant; quin &
ea omnia in usum suum fabricata fuisse glorientur, perinde facientes ac
si pediculi humanum caput, aut pulices sinum muliebrem propter se solos
condita existimarent, eáque demum ex gradibus saltibúsve suis
metirentur. =The Lord Herbert in his De Causis Errorum.=_


_De generali totius hujus mundi aspectabilis constructione ut rectè
Philosophemur duo sunt imprimis observanda: Unum ut attendentes ad
infinitam Dei potentiam & bonitatem nè vereamur nimis ampla & pulchra &
absoluta ejus opera imaginari: sed è contra caveamus, nè si quos fortè
limites nobis non certò cognitos, in ipsis supponamus, non satìs
magnificè de creatoris potentia sentire videamur._

_Alterum, ut etiam caveamus, nè nimis superbè de nobis ipsis sentiamus.
Quod fieret non modò, si quos limites nobis nullâ cognitos ratione, nec
divinà revelatione, mundo vellemus affingere, tanquam si vis nostra
cogitationis, ultra id quod à Deo revera factum est ferri posset; sed
etiam maximè, si res omnes propter nos solos, ab illo creatas esse
fingeremus. =Renatus DesCartes in his Princip. Philosoph. the third
part.=_




  THE ARGUMENT.

  _’Gainst boundlesse time th’ objections made,
    And wast infinity
  Of worlds, are with new reasons weigh’d,
    Mens judgements are left free._


  1

    Hence, hence unhallowed ears and hearts more hard
    Then Winter clods fast froze with Northern wind.
    But most of all, foul tongue I thee discard
    That blamest all that thy dark strait’ned mind,
    Can not conceive: But that no blame thou find;
    What e’re my pregnant Muse brings forth to light,
    She’l not acknowledge to be of her kind,
    Till Eagle-like she turn them to the sight
  Of the eternall Word all deckt with glory bright.

  2

    Strange sights do straggle in my restlesse thoughts,
    And lively forms with orient colours clad
    Walk in my boundlesse mind, as men ybrought
    Into some spacious room, who when they’ve had
    A turn or two, go out, although unbad.
    All these I see and know, but entertain
    None to my friend but who’s most sober sad;
    Although the time my roof doth them contain
  Their pretence doth possesse me till they out again.

  3

    And thus possest in silver trump I found
    Their guise, their shape, their gesture and array.
    But as in silver trumpet nought is found
    When once the piercing sound is past away,
    (Though while the mighty blast therein did stay,
    Its tearing noise so terribly did shrill,
    That it the heavens did shake, and earth dismay)
    As empty I of what my flowing quill
  In heedlesse hast elswhere, or here, may hap to spill.

  4

    For ’tis of force and not of a set will.
    Ne dare my wary mind afford assent
    To what is plac’d above all mortall skill.
    But yet our various thoughts to represent
    Each gentle wight will deem of good intent.
    Wherefore with leave th’ infinitie I’ll sing
    Of time, Of Space: or without leave; I’m brent
    With eagre rage, my heart for joy doth spring,
  And all my spirits move with pleasant trembeling.

  5

    An inward triumph doth my soul up-heave
    And spread abroad through endlesse ’spersed aire.
    My nimble mind this clammie clod doth leave,
    And lightly stepping on from starre to starre
    Swifter then lightning, passeth wide and farre,
    Measuring th’ unbounded Heavens and wastfull skie;
    Ne ought she finds her passage to debarre,
    For still the azure Orb as she draws nigh
  Gives back, new starres appear, the worlds walls ’fore her flie.

  6

    For what can stand that is so badly staid?
    Well may that fall whose ground-work is unsure.
    And what hath wall’d the world but thoughts unweigh’d
    In freer reason? That antiquate, secure,
    And easie dull conceit of corporature;
    Of matter; quantitie, and such like gear
    Hath made this needlesse, thanklesse inclosure,
    Which I in full disdain quite up will tear
  And lay all ope, that as things are they may appear.

  7

    For other they appear from what they are
    By reason that their Circulation
    Cannot well represent entire from farre
    Each portion of the _Cuspis_ of the Cone
    (Whose nature is elsewhere more clearly shown)
    I mean each globe, whether of glaring light
    Or else opake, of which the earth is one.
    If circulation could them well transmit
  Numbers infinite of each would strike our ’stonishd sight;

  8

    All in just bignesse and right colours dight
    But totall presence without all defect
    ’Longs onely to that Trinitie by right,
    _Ahad_, _Æon_, _Psyche_ with all graces deckt,
    Whose nature well this riddle will detect;
    A Circle whose circumference no where
    Is circumscrib’d, whose Centre’s each where set,
    But the low Cusp’s a figure circular,
  Whose compasse is ybound, but centre’s every where.

  9

    Wherefore who’ll judge the limits of the world
    By what appears unto our failing sight
    Appeals to sense, reason down headlong hurld
    Out of her throne by giddie vulgar might.
    But here base senses dictates they will dight
    With specious title of Philosophie,
    And stiffly will contend their cause is right
    From rotten rolls of school antiquitie,
  Who constantly denie corporall Infinitie.

  10

    But who can prove their corporalitie
    Since matter which thereto’s essentiall
    If rightly sifted ’s but a phantasie.
    And quantitie who’s deem’d Originall
    Is matter, must with matter likewise fall.
    What ever is, is Life and Energie
    From God, who is th’ Originall of all;
    Who being everywhere doth multiplie
  His own broad shade that endlesse throughout all doth lie.

  11

    He from the last projection of light
    Ycleep’d _Shamajim_, which is liquid fire
    (It _Æther_ eke and centrall _Tasis_ hight)
    Hath made each shining globe and clumperd mire
    Of dimmer Orbs. For Nature doth inspire
    Spermatick life, but of a different kind.
    Hence those congenit splendour doth attire
    And lively heat, these darknesse dead doth bind,
  And without borrowed rayes they be both cold and blind.

  12

    All these be knots of th’ universall stole
    Of sacred _Psyche_; which at first was fine,
    Pure, thin, and pervious till hid powers did pull
    Together in severall points and did encline
    The nearer parts in one clod to combine.
    Those centrall spirits that the parts did draw
    The measure of each globe did then define,
    Made things impenetrable here below,
  Gave colour, figure, motion, and each usuall law.

  13

    And what is done in this Terrestriall starre
    The same is done in every Orb beside.
    Each flaming Circle that we see from farre
    Is but a knot in _Psyches_ garment tide.
    From that lax shadow cast throughout the wide
    And endlesse world, that low’st projection
    Of universall life each thing’s deriv’d
    What e’re appeareth in corporeall fashion;
  For body’s but this spirit, fixt, grosse by conspissation.

  14

    And that which doth conspissate active is;
    Wherefore not matter but some living sprite
    Of nimble Nature which this lower mist
    And immense field of Atoms doth excite,
    And wake into such life as best doth fit
    With his own self. As we change phantasies
    The essence of our soul not chang’d a whit,
    So do these Atoms change their energies
  Themselves unchanged into new Centreïties.

  15

    And as our soul’s not superficially
    Colourd by phantasms, nor doth them reflect
    As doth a looking-glasse such imag’rie
    As it to the beholder doth detect:
    No more are these lightly or smear’d or deckt
    With form or motion which in them we see,
    But from their inmost Centre they project
    Their vitall rayes, not merely passive be,
  But by occasion wak’d rouze up themselves on high.

  16

    So that they’re life, form, sprite, not matter pure,
    For matter pure is a pure nullitie,
    What nought can act is nothing, I am sure;
    And if all act, that is they’ll not denie
    But all that is is form: so easily
    By what is true, and by what they embrace
    For truth, their feigned Corporalitie
    Will vanish into smoke, but on I’ll passe,
  More fully we have sung this in another place.

  17

    Wherefore more boldly now to represent
    The nature of the world, how first things were
    How now they are: This endlesse large Extent
    Of lowest life (which I styled whileere
    The _Cuspis_ of the _Cone_ that’s every where)
    Was first all dark, till in this spacious Hall
    Hideous through silent horrour torches clear
    And lamping lights bright shining over all
  Were set up in due distances proportionall.

  18

    Innumerable numbers of fair Lamps
    Were rightly ranged in this hollow hole,
    To warm the world and chace the shady damps
    Of immense darknesse, rend her pitchie stole
    Into short rags more dustie dimme then coal.
    Which pieces then in severall were cast
    (Abhorred reliques of that vesture foul)
    Upon the Globes that round those torches trac’d,
  Which still fast on them stick for all they run so fast.

  19

    Such an one is that which mortall men call Night,
    A little shred of that unbounded shade.
    And such a Globe is that which Earth is hight;
    By witlesse Wizzards the sole centre made
    Of all the world, and on strong pillars staid.
    And such a lamp or light is this our Sun,
    Whose firie beams the scortched Earth invade.
    But infinite such as he, in heaven won,
  And more then infinite Earths about those Suns do run;

  20

    And to speak out: though I detest the sect
    Of _Epicurus_ for their manners vile,
    Yet what is true I may not well reject.
    Truth’s incorruptible, ne can the style
    Of vitious pen her sacred worth defile.
    If we no more of truth should deign t’ embrace
    Then what unworthy mouths did never soyl,
    No truths at all mongst men would finden place
  But make them speedie wings and back to Heaven apace.

  21

    I will not say our world is infinite,
    But that infinitie of worlds ther be.
    The Centre of our world’s the lively light
    Of the warm sunne, the visible Deitie
    Of this externall Temple. _Mercurie_
    Next plac’d and warm’d more throughly by his rayes,
    Right nimbly ’bout his golden head doth flie:
    Then _Venus_ nothing slow about him strayes,
  And next our _Earth_ though seeming sad full spritely playes.

  22

    And after her _Mars_ rangeth in a round
    With firie locks and angry flaming eye,
    And next to him mild _Jupiter_ is found,
    But Saturn cold wons in our utmost skie.
    The skirts of his large Kingdome surely lie
    Near to the confines of some other worlds
    Whose Centres are the fixed starres on high,
    ’Bout which as their own proper Suns are hurld
  _Joves_, _Earths_ and _Saturns_; round on their own axes twurld.

  23

    Little or nothing are those starres to us
    Which in the azure Evening gay appear
    (I mean for influence) but judicious
    Nature and carefull Providence her dear
    And matchlesse work did so contrive whileere,
    That th’ Hearts or Centres in the wide world pight
    Should such a distance each to other bear,
    That the dull Planets with collated light
  By neighbour suns might cheared be in dampish night.

  24

    And as the Planets in our world (of which
    The sun’s the heart and kernell) do receive
    Their nightly light from suns that do enrich
    Their sable mantle with bright gemmes, and give
    A goodly splendour, and sad men relieve
    With their fair twinkling rayes, so our worlds sunne
    Becomes a starre elsewhere, and doth derive
    Joynt light with others, cheareth all that won
  In those dim duskish Orbs round other suns that run.

  25

    This is the parergon of each noble fire
    Of neighbour worlds to be the nightly starre,
    But their main work is vitall heat t’ inspire
    Into the frigid spheres that ’bout them fare,
    Which of themselves quite dead and barren are.
    But by the wakening warmth of kindly dayes,
    And the sweet dewie nights they well declare
    Their seminall virtue in due courses raise
  Long hidden shapes and life, to their great Makers praise.

  26

    These with their suns I severall worlds do call,
    Whereof the number I deem infinite:
    Else infinite darknesse were in this great Hall
    Of th’ endlesse Universe; For nothing finite
    Could put that immense shadow unto flight.
    But if that infinite Suns we shall admit,
    Then infinite worlds follow in reason right.
    For every Sun with Planets must be fit,
  And have some mark for his farre-shining shafts to hit.

  27

    But if he shine all solitarie, alone,
    What mark is left,? what aimed scope or end
    Of his existence? wherefore every one
    Hath a due number of dim Orbs that wend
    Around their centrall fire. But wrath will rend
    This strange composure back’d with reason stout
    And rasher tongues right speedily will spend
    Their forward censure, that my wits run out
  On wool-gathering, through infinite spaces all about.

  28

    What sober man will dare once to avouch
    An infinite number of dispersed starres?
    This one absurdity will make him crouch
    And eat his words; Division nought impairs
    The former whole, nor he augments that spares.
    Strike every tenth out, that which doth remain,
    An equall number with the former shares,
    And let the tenth alone, th’ whole nought doth gain,
  For infinite to infinite is ever the same.

  29

    The tenth is infinite as the other nine,
    Or else, nor they, nor all the ten entire
    Are infinite. Thus one infinite doth adjoyn
    Others unto it and still riseth higher.
    And if those single lights hither aspire,
    This strange prodigious inconsistencie
    Groweth still stranger, if each fixed fire
    (I mean each starre) prove Sunnes, and Planets flie
  About their flaming heads amid the thronged skie.

  30

    For whatsoever that their number be
    Whether by seavens, or eighths, or fives, or nines,
    They round each fixed lamp; Infinity
    Will be redoubled thus by many times.
    Besides each greater Planet th’ attendance finds
    Of lesser. Our _Earths_ handmaid is the Moon,
    Which to her darkned side right duly shines,
    And _Jove_ hath foure, as hath been said aboven,
  And _Saturn_ more then foure if the plain truth were known.

  31

    And if these globes be regions of life
    And severall kinds of plants therein do grow,
    Grasse, flowers, hearbs, trees, which the impartiall knife
    Of all consuming Time still down doth mow,
    And new again doth in succession show:
    Which also ’s done in flies, birds, men and beasts;
    Adde sand, pearls, pebbles, that the ground do strow
    Leaves, quills, hairs, thorns, blooms, you may think the rest
  Their kinds by mortall penne can not well be exprest:

  32

    And if their kinds no man may reckon well,
    The summe of successive particulars
    No mind conceive nor tongue can ever tell.
    And yet this mist of numbers (as appears)
    Belongs to one of these opacous sphears.
    Suppose this _Earth_; what then will all those Rounds
    Produce? No _Atlas_ such a load upbears.
    In this huge endlesse heap o’rewhelmed, drownd,
  Choak’d, stifled, lo! I lie, breathlesse, even quite confound.

  33

    Yet give me space a while but to respire,
    And I my self shal fairly well out-wind;
    Keep this position true, unhurt, entire,
    That you no greater difficulty find
    In this new old opinion here defin’d
    Of infinite worlds, then one world doth imply.
    For if we do with steddy patience mind
    All is resolv’d int’ one absurdity,
  The grant of something greater then infinitie.

  34

    That God is infinite all men confesse,
    And that the Creature is some realty
    Besides Gods self, though infinitely lesse.
    Joyn now the world unto the Deity.
    What? is there added no more entitie
    By this conjunction, then there was before?
    Is the broad breasted earth? the spacious skie
    Spangled with silver light, and burning Ore?
  And the wide bellowing seas, whose boyling billows roar,

  35

    Are all these nothing? But you will reply;
    As is the question so we ought restrain
    Our answer unto Corporeity.
    But that the phantasie of the body’s vain
    I did before unto you maken plain.
    But that no man depart unsatisfi’d
    A while this Universe here will we feigne
    _Corporeall_, till we have gainly tride.
  If ought that’s bodily may infinite abide.

  36

    What makes a body saving quantity?
    What quantitie unlesse extension?
    Extension if ’t admit infinity
    Bodies admit boundlesse dimension.
    That some extension forward on doth run
    Withouten limits, endlesse, infinite
    Is plane from Space, that ever paceth on
    Unstop’d, unstaid, till it have filled quite
  That immense infinite Orb where God himself doth sit.

  37

    But yet more sensibly this truth to show
    If space be ended set upon that end
    Some strong arm’d Archer with his Parthian bow,
    That from that place with speedy force may send
    His fleeter shafts, and so still forward wend.
    Where? When shall he want room his strength to trie?
    But here perversly subtill you’l contend
    Nothing can move in mere vacuity,
  And space is nought, so not extended properly.

  38

    To solve these knots I must call down from high
    Some heavenly help, feather with angels wing
    The sluggish arrow. If it will not flie,
    Sent out from bow stiff-bent with even string,
    Let angels on their backs it thither bring
    Where your free mind appointed had before,
    And then hold on, till in your travelling
    You be well wearied, finding ever more
  Free passage for their flight, and what they flying bore.

  39

    Now to that shift that sayes Vacuity
    Is nought, and therefore not at all extent
    We answer thus: There is a distancy
    In empty space, though we be well content
    To balk that question (for we never meant
    Such needlesse niceties) whether that it be
    A reall being; yet that there’s parts distent
    One from another, no mans phantasie
  Can e’re reject if well he weigh’t and warily.

  40

    For now conceive the aire and azure skie
    All swept away from Saturn to the Sunne,
    Which each is to be wrought by him on high.
    Then in this place let all the Planets runne
    (As erst they did before this feat was done)
    If not by nature, yet by divine power,
    Ne one hairs breadth their former circuits shun
    And still for fuller proof, th’ Astronomer
  Observe their hights as in the empty heavens they scoure.

  41

    Will then their Parallaxes prove all one
    Or none, or different still as before?
    If so, their distances by mortall men
    Must be acknowledg’d such as were of yore,
    Measur’d by leagues, miles, stades, nor lesse nor more
    From circuit unto circuit shall be found
    Then was before the sweeping of the floor.
    That distance therefore hath most certain ground
  In emptinesse we may conclude with reason sound.

  42

    If distance now so certainly attend
    All emptinesse (as also mensuration
    Attendeth distance) distance without end
    Is wide disperst above imagination
    (For emptinesse is void of limitation)
    And this unbounded voidnesse doth admit
    The least and greatest measures application;
    The number thus of the greatest that doth fit
  This infinite void space is likewise infinite.

  43

    But what so e’re that infinite number be,
    A lesser number will a number give
    So farre exceeding in infinity
    That number as this measure we conceive
    To fall short of the other. But I’ll leave
    This present way and a new course will trie
    Which at the same mark doth as fully drive
    And with a great deal more facility.
  Look on this endlesse Space as one whole quantity.

  44

    Which in your mind int’ equall parts divide,
    Tens, hundreds, thousands or what pleaseth best.
    Each part denominate doth still abide
    An infinite portion, else nor all the rest
    Makes one infinitude.
    For if one thousandth part may be defin’d
    By finite measures eas’ly well exprest,
    A myriad suppose of miles assign’d
  Then to a thousand myriads is the whole confin’d.

  45

    Wherefore this wide and wast Vacuity,
    Which endlesse is outstretched thorough all,
    And lies even equall with the Deity,
    Nor is a thing meerly imaginall,
    (For it doth farre mens phantasies forestall
    Nothing beholden to our devicefull thought)
    This inf’nite voidnesse as much our mind doth gall
    And has as great perplexities ybrought
  As if this empty space with bodies were yfraught.

  46

    Nor have we yet the face once to denie
    But that it is although we mind it not;
    For all once minded such perplexity
    It doth create to puzzled reason, that
    She sayes and unsayes, do’s she knows not what.
    Why then should we the worlds infinity
    Misdoubt, because when as we contemplate
    Its nature, such strange inconsistency
  And unexpected sequels, we therein descry?

  47

    Who dare gainsay but God is every where
    Unbounded, measurelesse, all infinite;
    Yet the same difficulties meet us here
    Which erst us met and did so sore affright
    With their strange vizards. This will follow right
    Where ever we admit infinity
    Every denominated part proves streight
    A portion infinite, which if it be,
  One infinite will into myriads multiply.

  48

    But with new argument to draw more near
    Our purpos’d end. If God’s omnipotent
    And this omnipotent God be every where,
    Where e’re he is then can he eas’ly vent
    His mighty virtue thorough all extent.
    What then shall hinder but a roscid aire
    With gentle heat each where be ’sperst and sprent.
    Unlesse omnipotent power we will empair,
  And say that empty space his working can debarre.

  49

    Where now this one supposed world is pight
    Was not that space at first all vain and void?
    Nor ought said; no, when he said, _Let ’t be light_.
    Was this one space better then all beside,
    And more obedient to what God decreed?
    Or would not all that endlesse emptinesse
    Gladly embrac’d (if he had ever tride)
    His just command? and what might come to passe
  Implies no contradictious inconsistentnesse.

  50

    Wherefore this precious sweet Ethereall dew
    For ought we know God each where did distill,
    And thorough all that hollow voidnesse threw
    And the wide gaping drought therewith did fill,
    His endlesse overflowing goodnesse spill
    In every place; which streight he did contrive
    Int’ infinite severall worlds, as his best skill
    Did him direct and creatures could receive
  For matter infinite needs infinite worlds must give.

  51

    The Centre of each severall world’s a sunne
    With shining beams and kindly warming heat,
    About whose radiant crown the Planets runne,
    Like reeling moths around a candle light,
    These all together, one world I conceit.
    And that even infinite such worlds there be,
    That inexhausted Good that God is bight
    A full sufficient reason is to me,
  Who simple Goodnesse make the highest Deity.

  52

    Als make himself the key of all his works
    And eke the measure of his providence;
    The piercing eye of truth to whom nought lurks
    But lies wide ope unbar’d of all pretense.
    But frozen hearts! away! flie farre from hence,
    Unlesse you’l thaw at this celestiall fire
    And melt into one minde and holy sense
    With Him that doth all heavenly hearts inspire,
  So may you with my soul in one assent conspire.

  53

    But what’s within, uneath is to convey
    To narrow vessels that are full afore.
    And yet this truth as wisely as I may
    I will insinuate, from senses store
    Borrowing a little aid. Tell me therefore
    When you behold with your admiring eyes
    Heavens Canopie all to bespangled o’re
    With sprinkled starres, what can you well devize
  Which causen may such carelesse order in the skies?

  54

    A peck of peasen rudely poured out
    On plaister flore, from hasty heedlesse hond
    Which lie all carelesse scattered about,
    To sight do in as seemly order stond,
    As those fair glistering lights in heaven are found.
    If onely for this world they were intended,
    Nature would have adorn’d this azure round
    With better art, and easily have mended
  This harsh disord’red order, and more beauty lended.

  55

    But though these lights do seem so rudely thrown
    And scattered throughout the spacious skie,
    Yet each most seemly sits in his own Throne
    In distance due and comely Majesty;
    And round their lordly seats their servants hie
    Keeping a well-proportionated space
    One from another, doing chearfully
    Their dayly task. No blemmish may deface
  The worlds in severall deckt with all art and grace.

  56

    But the appearance of the nightly starres
    Is but the by-work of each neighbour sun;
    Wherefore lesse marvell if it lightly shares
    Of neater Art; and what proportion
    Were fittest for to distance one from one
    (Each world I mean from other) is not clear.
    Wherefore it must remain as yet unknown
    Why such perplexed distances appear
  Mongst the dispersed lights in Heaven thrown here & there.

  57

    Again, that eminent similitude
    Betwixt the starres and Phœbus fixed light,
    They being both with steddinesse indu’d,
    No whit removing whence they first were pight,
    No serious man will count a reason slight
    To prove them both, both fixed suns and starres
    And Centres all of severall worlds by right,
    For right it is that none a sun debarre
  Of Planets which his just and due retinue are.

  58

    If starres be merely starres not centrall lights
    Why swell they into so huge bignesses?
    For many (as Astronomers do write)
    Our sun in bignesse many times surpasse.
    If both their number and their bulks were lesse
    Yet lower placed, light and influence
    Would flow as powerfully, and the bosome presse
    Of the impregned Earth, that fruit from hence
  As fully would arise, and lordly affluence.

  59

    Wherefore these fixed Fires mainly attend
    Their proper charge in their own Universe,
    And onely by the by of court’sie lend
    Light to our world, as our world doth reverse
    His thankfull rayes so farre as he can pierce
    Back unto other worlds. But farre aboven
    Further then furthest thought of man can traverse,
    Still are new worlds aboven and still aboven.
  In the endlesse hollow Heaven, and each world hath his sun.

  60

    An hint of this we have in winter-nights,
    When reason may see clearer then our eye,
    Small subtil starres appear unto our sights
    As thick as pin-dust scattered in the skie.
    Here we accuse our seeing facultie
    Of weaknesse, and our sense of foul deceit,
    We do accuse and yet we know not why.
    But the plain truth is, from a vaster hight
  The numerous upper worlds amaze our dazzled sight.

  61

    Now sith so farre as sense can ever trie
    We find new worlds, that still new worlds there be,
    And round about in infinite numbers lie,
    Further then reach of mans weak phantasie
    (Without suspition of temeritie)
    We may conclude; as well as men conclude
    That there is aire farre ’bove the mountains high,
    Or that th’ Earth a sad substance doth include
  Even to the Centre with like qualities indu’d.

  62

    For who did ever the Earths Centre pierce,
    And felt or sand or gravell with his spade
    At such a depth? what Histories rehearse
    That ever wight did dare for to invade
    Her bowels but one mile in dampish shade?
    Yet I’ll be bold to say that few or none
    But deem this globe even to the bottome made
    Of solid earth, and that her nature’s one
  Throughout, though plain experience hath it never shown.

  63

    But sith sad earth so farre as they have gone
    They still descrie, eas’ly they do inferre
    Without all check of reason, were they down
    Never so deep, like substance would appear,
    Ne dream of any hollow horrour there.
    My mind with like uncurb’d facilitie
    Concludes from what by sight is seen so clear
    That ther’s no barren wast vacuitie
  Above the worlds we see, but still new worlds there lie,

  64

    And still and still even to infinitie.
    Which point since I so fitly have propos’d,
    Abating well the inconsistencie
    Of harsh infinitude therein supposd
    And prov’d by reasons never to be loos’d
    That infinite space and infinite worlds there be;
    This load laid down, I’m freely now dispos’d
    Awhile to sing of times infinitie,
  May infinite Time afford me but his smallest fee.

  65

    For smallest fee of time will serve my turn
    This part for to dispatch, sith endlesse space
    (Whose perplext nature well mans brains might turn,
    And weary wits disorder and misplace)
    I have already passed: for like case
    Is in them both. He that can well untie
    The knots that in those infinite worlds found place,
    May easily answer each perplexitie
  Of these worlds infinite matters endlesse durancie.

  66

    The _Cuspis_ and the _Basis_ of the _Cone_
    Were both at once dispersed every where;
    But the pure _Basis_ that is God alone:
    Else would remotest sights as bigge appear
    Unto our eyes as if we stood them near.
    And if an Harper harped in the Moon,
    His silver sound would touch our tickled eare:
    Or if one hollowed from highest Heaven aboven,
  In sweet still Evening-tide, his voice would hither roam.

  67

    This all would be if the _Cuspe_ of the _Cone_
    Were very God. Wherefore I rightly ’t deem
    Onely a Creaturall projection,
    Which flowing yet from God hath ever been,
    Fill’d the vast empty space with its large streem.
    But yet it is not totall every where
    As was even now by reason rightly seen:
    Wherefore not God, whose nature doth appear
  Entirely omnipresent, weigh’d with judgement clear,

  68

    A reall infinite matter, distinct
    And yet proceeding from the Deitie
    Although with different form as then untinct
    Has ever been from all Eternitie.
    Now what delay can we suppose to be,
    Since matter alway was at hand prepar’d
    Before the filling of the boundlesse skie
    With framed Worlds; for nought at all debar’d,
  Nor was His strength ungrown, nor was His strength empair’d.

  69

    How long would God be forming of a flie?
    Or the small wandring moats that play i’ th’ sun?
    Least moment well will serve none can denie,
    His _Fiat_ spoke and streight the thing is done.
    And cannot He make all the World as soon?
    For in each Atom of the matter wide
    The totall Deitie doth entirely won,
    His infinite presence doth therein reside,
  And in this presence infinite powers do ever abide.

  70

    Wherefore at once from all eternitie
    The infinite number of these Worlds He made,
    And will conserve to all infinitie,
    And still drive on their ever-moving trade,
    And steddy hold what ever must be staid;
    Ne must one mite be minish’d of the summe,
    Ne must the smallest atom ever fade,
    But still remain though it may change its room;
  This truth abideth strong from everlasting doom.

  71

    Ne fear I what hard sequel after-wit
    Will draw upon me; that the number’s one
    Of years, moneths, dayes, houres, and of minutes fleet
    Which from eternitie have still run on.
    I plainly did confesse awhile agone
    That be it what it will that’s infinite
    More infinites will follow thereupon,
    But that all infinites do justly fit
  And equall be, my reason did not yet admit.

  72

    But as my emboldened mind, I know not how,
    In empty Space and pregnant Deitie
    Endlesse infinitude dares to allow,
    Though it begets the like perplexitie:
    So now my soul drunk with Divinitie,
    And born away above her usuall bounds
    With confidence concludes infinitie
    Of Time of Worlds, of firie flaming Rounds;
  Which sight in sober mood my spirits quite confounds.

  73

    And now I do awhile but interspire
    A torrent of objections ’gainst me beat,
    My boldnesse to represse and strength to tire.
    But I will wipe them off like summer sweat,
    And make their streams streight back again retreat.
    If that these worlds, say they, were ever made
    From infinite time, how comes ’t to passe that yet
    Art is not perfected, nor metalls fade,
  Nor mines of grimie coal low-hid in griesly shade.

  74

    But the remembrance of the ancient Floud
    With ease will wash such arguments away.
    Wherefore with greater might I am withstood.
    The strongest stroke wherewith they can assay
    To vanquish me is this; The Date or Day
    Of the created World, which all admit;
    Nor may my modest Muse this truth gainsay
    In holy Oracles so plainly writ.
  Wherefore the Worlds continuance is not infinite.

  75

    Now lend me, _Origen_! a little wit
    This sturdy stroke right fairly to avoid,
    Lest that my rasher rymes, while they ill fit
    With _Moses_ pen, men justly may deride
    And well accuse of ignorance or pride.
    But thou, O holy Sage! with piercing sight
    Who readst those sacred rolls, and hast well tride
    With searching eye thereto what fitteth right
  Thy self of former Worlds right learnedly dost write:

  76

    To weet that long ago these Earths have been
    Peopled with men and beasts before this Earth,
    And after this shall others be again
    And other beasts and other humane birth.
    Which once admit, no strength that reason bear’th
    Of this worlds Date and Adams efformation,
    Another Adam once received breath
    And still another in endlesse repedation,
  And this must perish once by finall conflagration.

  77

    Witnesse ye Heavens if what I say’s not true,
    Ye flaming Comets wandering on high,
    And new fixt starres found in that Circle blue,
    The one espide in glittering _Cassiopie_,
    The other near to _Ophiuchus_ thigh.
    Both bigger then the biggest starres that are,
    And yet as farre remov’d from mortall eye
    As are the furthest, so those Arts declare
  Unto whose reaching sight Heavens mysteries lie bare.

  78

    Wherefore these new-seen lights were greater once
    By many thousand times then this our sphear
    Wherein we live, ’twixt good and evil chance.
    Which to my musing mind doth strange appear
    If those large bodies then first shaped were.
    For should so goodly things so soon decay?
    Neither did last the full space of two year.
    Wherefore I cannot deem that their first day
  Of being, when to us they sent out shining ray.

  79

    But that they were created both of old,
    And each in his due time did fair display
    Themselves in radiant locks more bright then gold,
    Or silver sheen purg’d from all drossie clay.
    But how they could themselves in this array
    Expose to humane sight, who did before
    Lie hid, is that which well amazen may
    The wisest man and puzzle evermore:
  Yet my unwearied thoughts this search could not give o’re.

  80

    Which when I’d exercis’d in long pursuit
    To finden out what might the best agree
    With warie reason, at last I did conclude
    That there’s no better probabilitie
    Can be produc’d of that strange prodigie,
    But that some mighty Planet that doth run
    About some fixed starre in _Cassiopie_
    As _Saturn_ paceth round about our Sun,
  Unusuall light and bignesse by strange fate had wonne.

  81

    Which I conceive no gainer way is done
    Then by the siezing of devouring fire
    On that dark Orb, which ’fore but dimly shone
    With borrowed light, not lightened entire,
    But halfed like the Moon.
    And while the busie flame did sieze throughout,
    And search the bowels of the lowest mire
    Of that _Saturnian_ Earth; a mist broke out,
  And immense mounting smoke arose all round about.

  82

    Which being gilded with the piercing rayes
    Of its own sun and every neighbour starre,
    It soon appear’d with shining silver blaze,
    And then gan first be seen of men from farre.
    Besides that firie flame that was so narre
    The Planets self, which greedily did eat
    The wastning mold, did contribute a share
    Unto this brightnesse; and what I conceit
  Of this starre doth with that of _Ophiuchus_ sit.

  83

    And like I would adventure to pronounce
    Of all the Comets that above the Moon,
    Amidst the higher Planets rudely dance
    In course perplex, but that from this rash doom
    I’m bett off by their beards and tails farre strown
    Along the skie, pointing still opposite
    Unto the sun, however they may roam;
    Wherefore a cluster of small starres unite
  These meteors some do deem, perhaps with judgement right.

  84

    And that these tayls are streams of the suns light
    Breaking through their near bodies as through clouds.
    Besides the Optick glasse has shown to sight
    The dissolution of these starrie crouds.
    Which thing if ’t once be granted and allow’d,
    I think without all contradiction
    They may conclude these Meteors are routs
    Of wandring starres, which though they one by one
  Cannot be seen, yet joyn’d, cause this strange vision.

  85

    And yet methinks, in my devicefull mind
    Some reasons that may happily represse
    These arguments it’s not uneath to find.
    For how can the suns rayes that be transmisse
    Through these loose knots in Comets, well expresse
    Their beards or curld tayls utmost incurvation?
    Beside, the conflux and congeries
    Of lesser lights a double augmentation
  Implies, and ’twixt them both a lessening coarctation.

  86

    For when as once these starres are come so nigh
    As to seem one, the Comet must appear
    In biggest show, because more loose they lie
    Somewhat spread out, but as they draw more near
    The compasse of his head away must wear,
    Till he be brought to his least magnitude;
    And then they passing crosse, he doth repair
    Himself, and still from his last losse renew’d
  Grows till he reach the measure which we first had view’d.

  87

    And then farre distanc’d they bid quite adiew,
    Each holding on in solitude his way.
    Ne any footsteps in the empty Blew
    Is to be found of that farre-shining ray.
    Which processe sith no man did yet bewray,
    It seems unlikely that the Comets be
    Synods of starres that in wide Heaven stray.
    Their smallnesse eke and numerositie
  Encreaseth doubt and lessens probabilitie.

  88

    A cluster of them makes not half a Moon,
    What should such tennis-balls do in the skie?
    And few ’ll not figure out the fashion
    Of those round firie meteors on high.
    Ne ought their beards much move us, that do lie
    Ever cast forward from the Morning sunne,
    Nor back cast tayls turn’d to our Evening-eye,
    That fair appear when as the day is done.
  This matter may lie hid in the starres shadowed Cone.

  89

    For in these Planets conflagration,
    Although the smoke mount up exactly round,
    Yet by the suns irradiation
    Made thin and subtil no where else its found
    By sight, save in the dim and duskish bound
    Of the projected Pyramid opake,
    Opake with darknesse, smoke and mists unsound.
    Yet gilded like a foggie cloud doth make
  Reflection of fair light that doth our senses take.

  90

    This is the reason of that constant site
    Of Comets tayls and beards: And that their show’s
    Not pure Pyramidall, nor their ends seem streight
    But bow’d like brooms, is from the winds that blow,
    I mean Ethereall winds, such as below
    Men finden under th’ Equinoctiall line.
    Their widend beards this aire so broad doth strow
    Incurvate, and or more or lesse decline:
  If not, let sharper wits more subtly here divine.

  91

    But that experiment of the Optick glasse
    The greatest argument of all I deem,
    Ne can I well encounter nor let passe
    So strong a reason if I may esteem
    The feat withouten fallacie to been,
    Nor judge these little sparks and subtile lights
    Some auncient fixed starres though now first seen,
    That near the ruin’d Comets place were pight,
  On which that Optic instrument by chance did light.

  92

    Nor finally an uncouth after-sport
    Of th’ immense vapours that the searching fire
    Had boyled out, which now themselves consort
    In severall parts and closely do conspire,
    Clumper’d in balls of clouds and globes entire
    Of crudled smoke and heavy clunging mists;
    Which when they’ve staid awhile at last expire;
    But while they stay any may see that lists
  So be that Optick Art his naturall sight assists.

  93

    If none of these wayes I may well decline
    The urging weight of this hard argument,
    Worst is but parting stakes and thus define:
    Some Comets be but single Planets brent,
    Others a synod joyn’d in due consent:
    And that no new found Meteors they are:
    Ne further may my wary mind assent
    From one single experience solitaire,
  Till all-discovering Time shall further truth declare.

  94

    But for the new fixt starres there’s no pretence,
    Nor beard nor tail to take occasion by,
    To bring in that unluckie inference
    Which weaken might this new built mysterie.
    Certes in raging fire they both did frie.
    A signe whereof you rightly may aread
    Their colours changeable varietie
    First clear and white, then yellow, after red,
  Then blewly pale, then duller still, till perfect dead.

  95

    And as the order of these colours went,
    So still decreas’d that Cassiopean starre,
    Till at the length to sight it was quite spent:
    Which observations strong reasons are,
    Consuming fire its body did empare
    And turn to ashes. And the like will be
    In all the darksome Planets wide and farre.
    Ne can our Earth from this state standen free
  A Planet as the rest, and Planets fate must trie.

  96

    Ne let the tender heart too harshly deem
    Of this rude sentence: for what rigour more
    Is in consuming fire then drowning stream
    Of Noahs floud which all creaturs choak’d of yore,
    Saving those few that were kept safe in store
    In that well builded ship? All else beside
    Men, birds, and beasts, the lion, buck, and bore
    Dogs, kine, sheep, horses all that did abide
  Upon the spacious earth, perish’d in waters wide.

  97

    Nor let the slow and misbelieving wight
    Doubt how the fire on the hard earth may seize;
    No more then how those waters erst did light
    Upon the sinfull world. For as the seas
    Boyling with swelling waves aloft did rise,
    And met with mighty showers and pouring rain
    From Heavens spouts; so the broad flashing skies
    Thickned with brimstone and clouds of fiery bain
  Shall meet with raging Etna’s and Vesuvius flame.

  98

    The burning bowels of this wasting ball
    Shall gullup up great flakes of rolling fire,
    And belch out pitchie flames, till over all
    Having long rag’d, Vulcan himself shall tire
    And (th’ earth an ashheap made) shall then expire:
    Here Nature laid asleep in her own Urn
    With gentle rest right easly will respire,
    Till to her pristine task she do return
  As fresh as Phenix young under th’ Arabian Morn.

  99

    O happy they that then the first are born,
    While yet the world is in her vernall pride:
    For old corruption quite away is worn
    As metall pure so is her mold well tride.
    Sweet dews, cool-breathing airs, and spaces wide
    Of precious spicery wafted with soft wind:
    Fair comely bodies goodly beautifi’d
    Snow-limb’d, rose-cheek’d, ruby-lip’d, pearl-ted, star eyn’d
  Their parts each fair in fit proportion all conbin’d.

  100

    For all the while her purged ashes rest
    These rellicks dry suck in the heavenly dew,
    And roscid Manna rains upon her breast,
    And fills with sacred milk sweet fresh and new,
    Where all take life and doth the world renew;
    And then renew’d with pleasure be yfed.
    A green soft mantle doth her bosome strew
    With fragrant herbs and flowers embellished,
  Where without fault or shame all living creatures bed.

  101

    Ne ought we doubt how Nature may recover
    In her own ashes long time buried,
    For nought can ever consume that centrall power
    Of hid spermatick life, which lies not dead
    In that rude heap, but safely covered;
    And doth by secret force suck from above
    Sweet heavenly juice, and therewith nourished
    Till her just bulk, she doth her life emprove,
  Made mother of much children that about her move.

  102

    Witnesse that uncouth bird of Arabie
    Which out of her own ruines doth revive
    With all th’ exploits of skillfull Chymistrie,
    Such as no vulgar wit can well believe.
    Let universall Nature witnesse give
    That what I sing ’s no feigned forgerie.
    A needlesse task new fables to contrive,
    But what I sing is seemly verity
  Well suting with right reason and Philosophie.

  103

    But the fit time of this mutation
    No man can finden out with all his pains.
    For the small sphears of humane reason run
    Too swift within his narrow compast brains.
    But that vast Orb of Providence contains
    A wider period; turneth still and slow.
    Yet at the last his aimed end he gains.
    And sure at last a fire will overflow
  The aged Earth, and all must into ashes go.

  104

    Then all the stately works and monuments
    Built on this bottome shall to ruine fall.
    And all those goodly statues shall be brent
    Which were erect to the memoriall
    Of Kings Kæsars, ne may better ’fall
    The boastfull works of brave Poetick pride
    That promise life and fame perpetuall;
    Ne better fate may these poor lines abide.
  Betide what will to what may live no lenger tide!

  105

    This is the course that never-dying Nature
    Might ever hold from all Eternitie,
    Renuing still the faint decayed creature
    Which would grow stark and drie as aged tree,
    Unlesse by wise preventing Destinie
    She were at certain periods of years
    Reduced back unto her Infancie,
    Which well fram’d argument (as plain appears)
  My ship from those hard rocks and shelves right safely stears.

  106

    Lo! now my faithfull muse hath represented
    Both frames of Providence to open view,
    And hath each point in orient colours painted
    Not to deceive the sight with seeming shew
    But earnest to give either part their due;
    Now urging th’ uncouth strange perplexitie
    Of infinite worlds and Time, then of a new
    Softening that harsher inconsistencie
  To fit the immense goodnesse of the Deity.

  107

    And here by curious men ’t may be expected
    That I this knot with judgement grave decide,
    And then proceed to what else was objected.
    But, ah! What mortall wit may dare t’ areed
    Heavens counsels in eternall horrour hid?
    And Cynthius pulls me by my tender ear
    Such signes I must observe with wary heed:
    Wherefore my restlesse Muse at length forbear.
  Thy silver sounded Lute hang up in silence here.


  FINIS.




  Cupids Conflict.


  _Mela._ _Cleanthes._

  _Cl._ _Mela_ my dear! why been thy looks so sad
  As if thy gentle heart were sunk with care?
  Impart thy case; for be it good or bad
  Friendship in either will bear equall share.
    _Mel._ Not so; _Cleanthes_, for if bad it be
    My self must bleed afresh by wounding thee.

  But what it is, my slow, uncertain wit
  Cannot well judge. But thou shalt sentence give
  How manfully of late my self I quit,
  When with that lordly lad by chance I strive:
    _Cl._ Of friendship _Mela_! let’s that story hear.
    _Mel._ Sit down _Cleanthes_ then, and lend thine ear.

  Upon a day as best did please my mind
  Walking abroad amidst the verdant field
  Scattering my carefull thoughts i’ th’ wanton wind
  The pleasure of my path so farre had till’d
    My feeble feet that without timely rest
    Uneath it were to reach my wonted nest.

  In secret shade farre moved from mortals sight
  In lowly dale my wandring limbs I laid
  On the cool grasse where Natures pregnant wit
  A goodly bower of thickest trees had made.
    Amongst the leaves the chearfull birds did fare
    And sweetly carrol’d to the echoing air.

  Hard at my feet ran down a crystall spring
  Which did the cumbrous pebbles hoarsly chide
  For standing in the way. Though murmuring
  The broken stream his course did rightly guide
    And strongly pressing forward with disdain
    The grassie flore divided into twain.

  The place a while did feed my foolish eye
  As being new, and eke mine idle ear
  Did listen oft to that wild harmonie
  And oft my curious phansie would compare
    How well agreed the Brooks low muttering Base,
    With the birds trebbles pearch’d on higher place.

  But senses objects soon do glut the soul,
  Or rather weary with their emptinesse;
  So I, all heedlesse how the waters roll
  And mindlesse of the mirth the birds expresse,
    Into my self ’gin softly to retire
    After hid heavenly pleasures to enquire.

  While I this enterprize do entertain;
  Lo! on the other side in thickest bushes
  A mighty noise! with that a naked swain
  With blew and purple wings streight rudely rushes.
    He leaps down light upon the flowry green,
    Like sight before mine eyes had never seen.

  At’s snowy back the boy a quiver wore
  Right fairly wrought and gilded all with gold.
  A silver bow in his left hand he bore,
  And in his right a ready shaft did hold.
    Thus armed stood he and betwixt us tway
    The labouring brook did break his toilsome way.

  The wanton lad whose sport is others pain
  Did charge his bended bow with deadly dart,
  And drawing to the head with might and main,
  With fell intent he aim’d to hit my heart.
    But ever as he shot his arrows still
    In their mid course dropt down into the rill.

  Of wondrous virtues that in waters been
  Is needlesse to rehearse, all books do ring
  Of those strange rarities. But ne’re was seen
  Such virtue as resided in this spring.
    The novelty did make me much admire
    But stirr’d the hasty youth to ragefull ire.

  As heedlesse fowls that take their per’lous flight
  Over that bane of birds, _Averno lake_,
  Do drop down dead: so dead his shafts did light
  Amid this stream, which presently did slake
    Their fiery points, and all their feathers wet
    Which made the youngster Godling inly fret.

  Thus lustfull Love (this was that love I ween)
  Was wholly changed to consuming ire.
  And eath it was, sith they’re so near a kin
  They be both born of one rebellious sire.
    But he supprest his wrath and by and by
    For feathered darts, he winged words let flie:

  Vain man! said he, and would thou wer’st not vain
  That hid’st thy self in solitary shade
  And spil’st thy precious youth in sad disdain
  Hating this lifes delight! Hath god thee made
    Part of this world, and wilt not thou partake
    Of this worlds pleasure for its makers sake?

  Unthankfull wretch! Gods gifts thus to reject
  And maken nought of Natures goodly dower
  That milders still away through thy neglect
  And dying fades like unregarded flower.
    This life is good, what’s good thou must improve,
    The highest improvement of this life is love.

  Had I (but O that envious Destinie,
  Or Stygian vow, or thrice accursed charm
  Should in this place free passage thus denie
  Unto my shafts as messengers of harm!
    Had I but once transfixt thy froward breast,
    How would’st thou then----I staid not for the rest;

  But thus half angry to the boy replide:
  How would’st thou then my soul of sense bereave!
  I blinded, thee more blind should choose my guide!
  How would’st thou then my muddied mind deceive
    With fading shows, that in my errour vile,
    Base lust; I love should tearm, vice, virtue stile.

  How should my wicked rymes then idolize
  Thy wretched power, and with impious wit
  Impute thy base born passions to the skies
  And my souls sicknesse count an heavenly fit,
    My weaknesse strength, my wisdome to be caught
    My bane my blisse, mine ease to be o’rewraught.

  How often through my fondly feigning mind
  And frantick phansie, in my Mistris eye
  Should I a thousand fluttering Cupids find
  Bathing their busie wings? How oft espie
    Under the shadow of her eye-brows fair
    Ten thousand Graces sit all naked bare?

  Thus haunted should I be with such feat fiends:
  A pretty madnesse were my portion due.
  Foolish my self I would not hear my friends.
  Should deem the true for false, the false for true.
    My way all dark more slippery then ice
    My attendents, anger, pride, and jealousies.

  Unthankfull then to God I should neglect
  All the whole world for one poor sorry wight,
  Whose pestilent eye into my heart project
  Would burn like poysonous Comet in my spright.
    Aye me! how dismall then would prove that day
    Whose onely light sprang from so fatall ray.

  Who seeks for pleasure in this mortall life
  By diving deep into the body base
  Shall loose true pleasure: But who gainly strive
  Their sinking soul above this bulk to place
    Enlarg’d delight they certainly shall find
    Unbounded joyes to fill their boundlesse mind.

  When I my self from mine own self do quit
  And each thing else; then an all-spreaden love
  To the vast Universe my soul doth sit
  Makes me half equall to all-seeing Jove.
    My mighty wings high stretch’d then clapping light
    I brush the starres and make them shine more bright.

  Then all the works of God with close embrace
  I dearly hug in my enlarged arms
  All the hid paths of heavenly Love I trace
  And boldly listen to his secret charms.
    Then clearly view I where true light doth rise,
    And where eternall Night low-pressed lies.

  Thus lose I not by leaving small delight
  But gain more joy, while I my self suspend
  From this and that; for then with all unite
  I all enjoy, and love that love commends.
    That all is more then loves the partiall soul
    Whose petty loves th’ impartiall fates controll.

  Ah son! said he, (and laughed very loud)
  That trickst thy tongue with uncouth strange disguize,
  Extolling highly that with speeches proud
  To mortall men that humane state denies,
    And rashly blaming what thou never knew
    Let men experienc’d speak, if they’ll speak true.

  Had I once lanc’d thy froward flinty heart
  And cruddled bloud had thawn with living fire
  And prickt thy drousie sprite with gentle smart
  How wouldst thou wake to kindly sweet desire,
    Thy soul fill’d up with overflowing pleasures
    Would dew thy lips with hony-dropping measures.

  Then wouldst thou caroll loud and sweetly sing
  In honour of my sacred Deity
  That all the woods and hollow hills would ring
  Reechoing thy heavenly harmonie.
    And eke the hardy rocks with full rebounds
    Would faithfully return thy silver sounds.

  Next unto me would be thy Mistresse fair,
  Whom thou might setten out with goodly skill
  Her peerlesse beauty and her virtues rare,
  That all would wonder at thy gracefull quill.
    And lastly in us both thy self shouldst raise
    And crown thy temples with immortall bayes.

  But now thy riddles all men do neglect,
  Thy rugged lines of all do lie forlorn.
  Unwelcome rymes that rudely do detect
  The Readers ignorance. Men holden scorn
    To be so often non-plusd or to spell,
    And on one stanza a whole age to dwell.

  Besides this harsh and hard obscuritie
  Of the hid sense, thy words are barbarous
  And strangely new, and yet too frequently
  Return, as usuall plain and obvious,
    So that the show of the new thick-set patch
    Marres all the old with which it ill doth match.

  But if thy haughty mind, forsooth, would deign
  To stoop so low to hearken to my lore,
  Then wouldst thou with trim lovers not disdeign
  To adorn the outside, set the best before.
    Nor rub nor wrinkle would thy verses spoil
    Thy rymes should run as glib and smooth as oyl.

  If that be all, said I, thy reasons slight
  Can never move my well establishd mind.
  Full well I wote alwayes the present sprite,
  Or life that doth possesse the soul, doth blind,
    Shutting the windows ’gainst broad open day
    Lest fairer sights its uglinesse bewray.

  The soul then loves that disposition best
  Because no better comes unto her view.
  The drunkard drunkennesse, the sluggard rest,
  Th’ Ambitious honour and obeisance due.
    So all the rest do love their vices base
    ’Cause virtues beauty comes not into place.

  And looser love ’gainst Chastitie divine
  Would shut the door that he might sit alone.
  Then wholly should my mind to him incline:
  And woxen strait, (since larger love was gone)
    That paultrie sprite of low contracting lust
    Would fit my soul as if ’t were made for ’t just.

  Then should I with my fellow bird or brute
  So strangely metamorphis’d, either ney
  Or bellow loud: or if ’t may better sute
  Chirp out my joy pearch’d upon higher spray.
    My passions fond with impudence rehearse,
    Immortalize my madnesse in a verse.

  This is the summe of thy deceiving boast
  That I vain ludenesse highly should admire,
  When I the sense of better things have lost
  And chang’d my heavenly heat for hellish fire,
    Passion is blind, but virtues piercing eye
    Approching danger can from farre espie.

  And what thou dost Pedantickly object
  Concerning my rude rugged uncouth style,
  As childish toy I manfully neglect,
  And at thy hidden snares do inly smile.
    How ill alas! with wisdome it accords
    To sell my living sense for livelesse words.

  My thought ’s the fittest measure of my tongue,
  Wherefore I’ll use what’s most significant,
  And rather then my inward meaning wrong
  Or my full-shining notion trimly scant,
    I’ll conjure up old words out of their grave,
    Or call fresh forrein force in if need crave.

  And these attending on my moving mind
  Shall duly usher in the fitting sense.
  As oft as meet occasion I find.
  Unusuall words oft used give lesse offence;
    Nor will the old contexture dim or marre,
    For often us’d they’re next to old, thred-bare.

  And if the old seem in too rustie hew,
  Then frequent rubbing makes them shine like gold,
  And glister all with colour gayly new.
  Wherefore to use them both we will be bold.
    Thus lists me fondly with fond folk to toy,
    And answer fools with equall foolerie.

  The meaner mind works with more nicetie,
  As spiders wont to weave their idle web,
  But braver spirits do all things gallantly
  Of lesser failings nought at all affred:
    So Natures carelesse pencill dipt in light
    With sprinkled starres hath spattered the Night.

  And if my notions clear though rudely thrown
  And loosely scattered in my poesie,
  May lend men light till the dead Night be gone,
  And Morning fresh with roses strew the skie:
    It is enough, I meant no trimmer frame
    Or by nice needle-work to seek a name.

  Vain man! that seekest name mongst earthly men
  Devoid of God and all good virtuous lere;
  Who groping in the dark do nothing ken
  But mad; with griping care their souls do tear,
    Or burst with hatred or with envie pine
    Or burn with rage or melt out at their eyne.

  Thrice happy he whose name is writ above,
  And doeth good though gaining infamie;
  Requiteth evil turns with hearty love,
  And recks not what befalls him outwardly:
    Whose worth is in himself, and onely blisse
    In his pure conscience that doth nought amisse.

  Who placeth pleasure in his purged soul
  And virtuous life his treasure doth esteem;
  Who can his passions master and controll,
  And that true lordly manlinesse doth deem,
    Who from this world himself hath clearly quit
    Counts nought his own but what lives in his sprite.

  So when his sprite from this vain world shall flit
  It bears all with it whatsoever was dear
  Unto it self, passing in easie fit,
  As kindly ripen’d corn comes out of th’ eare.
    Thus mindlesse of what idle men will say
    He takes his own and stilly goes his way.

  But the retinue of proud Lucifer,
  Those blustering Poets that flie after fame
  And deck themselves like the bright Morning-starre.
  Alas! it is but all a crackling flame.
    For death will strip them of that glorious plume
    That airie blisse will vanish into fume.

  For can their carefull ghosts from Limbo take
  Return, or listen from the bowed skie
  To heare how well their learned lines do take?
  Or if they could; is Heavens felicitie
    So small as by mans praise to be encreas’d,
    Hells pain no greater then hence to be eas’d?

  Therefore once dead in vain shall I transmit
  My shadow to gazing Posteritie;
  Cast farre behind me I shall never see’t,
  On Heavens fair Sunne having fast fixt mine eye.
    Nor while I live, heed I what man doth praise
    Or underprize mine unaffected layes.

  What moves thee then, said he, to take the pains
  And spenden time if thou contemn’st the fruit?
  Sweet fruit of fame, that fills the Poets brains
  With high conceit and feeds his fainting wit.
    How pleasant ’tis in honour here to live
    And dead, thy name for ever to survive!

  Or is thy abject mind so basely bent
  As of thy Muse to maken Merchandize?
  (And well I wote this is no strange intent.)
  The hopefull glimps of gold from chattering Pies,
  From Daws and Crows, and Parots oft hath wrung
  An unexpected Pegaseian song.

  Foul shame on him, quoth I, that shamefull thought
  Doth entertain within his dunghill breast,
  Both God and Nature hath my spirits wrought
  To better temper and of old hath blest
    My loftie soul with more divine aspires
    Then to be touchd with such vile low desires.

  I hate and highly scorn that Kestrell kind
  Of bastard scholars that subordinate
  The precious choice induements of the mind
  To wealth or worldly good. Adulterate
    And cursed brood! Your wit and will are born
    Of th’ earth and circling thither do return.

  Profit and honour be those measures scant
  Of your slight studies and endeavours vain,
  And when you once have got what you did want
  You leave your learning to enjoy your gain.
    Your brains grow low, your bellies swell up high,
    Foul sluggish fat ditts up your dulled eye.

  Thus what the earth did breed, to th’ earth is gone,
  Like fading hearb or feebly drooping flower,
  By feet of men and beast quite trodden down,
  The muck-sprung learning cannot long endure.
    Back she returns lost in her filthy source,
    Drown’d, chok’d or slocken by her cruell nurse.

  True virtue to her self’s the best reward,
  Rich with her own and full of lively spirit,
  Nothing cast down for want of due regard.
  Or ’cause rude men acknowledge not her merit.
    She knows her worth and stock from whence she sprung,
    Spreads fair without the warmth of earthly dung,

  Dew’d with the drops of Heaven shall flourish long;
  As long as day and night do share the skie,
  And though that day and night should fail yet strong
  And steddie, fixed on Eternitie
    Shall bloom for ever. So the foul shall speed
    That loveth virtue for no worldly meed.

  Though sooth to sayn, the worldly meed is due
  To her more then to all the world beside.
  Men ought do homage with affections true
  And offer gifts for God doth there reside.
    The wise and virtuous soul is his own seat
    To such what’s given God himself doth get.

  But earthly minds whose sight’s seal’d up with mud
  Discern not this flesh-clouded Deity,
  Ne do acknowledge any other good
  Then what their mole-warp hands can feel and trie
    By groping touch; thus (worth of them unseen)
    Of nothing worthy that true worth they ween.

  Wherefore the prudent Law-givers of old
  Even in all Nations, with right sage foresight
  Discovering from farre how clums and cold
  The vulgar wight would be to yield what’s right
    To virtuous learning, did by law designe
    Great wealth and honour to that worth divine.

  But nought’s by law to Poesie due said he,
  Ne doth the solemn Statesmans head take care
  Of those that such impertinent pieces be
  Of common-weals. Thou’d better then to spare
    Thy uselesse vein. Or tell else, what may move
    Thy busie use such fruitlesse pains to prove.

  No pains but pleasure to do the dictates dear
  Of inward living nature. What doth move
  The Nightingall to sing so sweet and clear
  The Thrush, or Lark that mounting high above
    Chants her shrill notes to heedlesse ears of corn
    Heavily hanging in the dewy morn.

  When life can speak, it can not well withhold
  T’ expresse its own impressions and hid life.
  Or joy or grief that smoothered lie untold
  Do vex the heart and wring with restlesse strife.
    Then are my labours no true pains but ease
    My souls unrest they gently do appease.

  Besides, that is not fruitlesse that no gains
  Brings to my self. I others profit deem
  Mine own: and if at these my heavenly flames
  Others receiven light, right well I ween
    My time’s not lost. Art thou now satisfide
    Said I: to which the scoffing boy replide.

  Great hope indeed thy rymes should men enlight,
  That be with clouds and darknesse all o’recast,
  Harsh style and harder sense void of delight
  The Readers wearied eye in vain do wast.
    And when men win thy meaning with much pain,
    Thy uncouth sense they coldly entertain.

  For wotst thou not that all the world is dead
  Unto that Genius that moves in thy vein
  Of poetrie! But like by like is fed.
  Sing of my Trophees in triumphant strein,
    Then correspondent life, thy powerfull verse
    Shall strongly strike and with quick passion pierce.

  The tender frie of lads and lasses young
  With thirstie eare thee compassing about,
  Thy Nectar-dropping Muse, thy sugar’d song
  Will swallow down with eagre hearty draught;
    Relishing truly what thy rymes convey,
    And highly praising thy soul-smiting lay.

  The mincing maid her mind will then bewray,
  Her heart-bloud flaming up into her face,
  Grave matrons will wex wanton and betray
  Their unresolv’dnesse in their wonted grace;
    Young boyes and girls would feel a forward spring,
    And former youth to eld thou back wouldst bring.

  All Sexes, Ages, Orders, Occupations
  Would listen to thee with attentive ear,
  And eas’ly moved with thy sweet perswasions,
  Thy pipe would follow with full merry chear.
    While thou thy lively voice didst loud advance
    Their tickled bloud for joy would inly dance.

  But now, alas! poore solitarie man!
  In lonesome desert thou dost wander wide
  To seek and serve thy disappearing Pan,
  Whom no man living in the world hath eyde:
    For Pan is dead but I am still alive,
    And live in men who honour to me give:

  They honour also those that honour me
  With sacred songs. But thou now singst to trees
  To rocks to Hills, to Caves that senselesse be
  And mindlesse quite of thy hid mysteries,
    In the void aire thy idle voice is spread,
    Thy Muse is musick to the deaf or dead.

  Now out alas! said I, and wele-away
  The tale thou tellest I confesse too true.
  Fond man so doteth on this living clay
  His carcase dear, and doth its joyes pursue,
    That of his precious soul he takes no keep
    Heavens love and reasons light lie fast asleep.

  This bodies life vain shadow of the soul
  With full desire they closely do embrace,
  In fleshly mud like swine they wallow and roll,
  The loftiest mind is proud but of the face
    Or outward person; if men but adore
    That walking sepulchre, cares for no more.

  This is the measure of mans industry
  To wexen some body and getten grace
  To ’s outward presence; though true majestie
  Crown’d with that heavenly light and lively rayes
    Of holy wesdome and Seraphick love,
    From his deformed soul he farre remove.

  Slight knowledge and lesse virtue serves his turn
  For this designe. If he hath trod the ring
  Of pedling arts; in usuall pack-horse form
  Keeping the rode; O! then ’t’s a learned thing.
    If any chanc’d to write or speak what he
    Conceives not ’t were a foul discourtesie.

  To cleanse the soul from sinne, and still diffide
  Whether our reasons eye be clear enough
  To intromit true light, that fain would glide
  Into purg’d hearts, this way ’s too harsh and rough:
    Therefore the clearest truths may well seem dark
    When sloathfull men have eyes so dimme and stark.

  These be our times. But if my minds presage
  Bear any moment, they can ne’re last long,
  A three branch’d Flame will soon sweep clean the stage
  Of this old dirty drosse and all wex young.
    My words into this frozen air I throw
    Will then grow vocall at that generall thaw.

  Nay, now thou ’rt perfect mad, said he, with scorn,
  And full of foul derision quit the place.
  The skie did rattle with his wings ytorn
  Like to rent silk. But I in the mean space
    Sent after him this message by the wind
    Be ’t so I ’m mad, yet sure I am thou ’rt blind.

  By this the out-stretch’d shadows of the trees
  Pointed me home-ward, and with one consent
  Foretold the dayes descent. So straight I rise
  Gathering my limbs from off the green pavement
    Behind me leaving then the slooping Light.
  _Cl._ And now let’s up, _Vesper_ brings on the Night.


_FINIS._

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  _A Particular Interpretation appertaining to
  the three last books of the Platonick
  Song of the Soul._


A

_Atom-lives._ The same that Centrall lives. Both the terms denotate the
indivisibility of the inmost essence it self; the pure essentiall form I
mean, of plant, beast or man, yea of angels themselves, good or bad.

  _Apogee_,          }
  _Autokineticall_,  }
  _Ananke_,          } See Interpret. Gen.
  _Acronycall_,      }
  _Alethea-land_,    }

_Animadversall. That lively inward animadversall._ It is the soul it
self, for I cannot conceive the body doth animadvert; when as objects
plainly exposed to the sight are not discovered till the soul takes
notice of them.


B

_Body._ The ancient Philosophers have defined it, Τὸ τριχῇ διάστατον
μετ’ ἀντιτυπίας. _Sext. Emperic. Pyrrhon. Hypotyp. lib. 3. cap. 5._ Near
to this is that description, _Psychathan_, Cant. 2. Stanz. 12. lib. 2,
_Matter extent in three dimensions._ But for that ἀντιτυπία, simple
trinall distension doth not imply it, wherefore I declin’d it. But took
in _matter_ according to their conceit, that phansie _à Materia prima_,
I acknowledge none, and consequently no such _corpus naturale_ as our
Physiologist make the subject of that science. That Τριχῇ διάστατον
ἀντίτυπον is nothing but a fixt spirit, the conspissation or coagulation
of the Cuspidall particles of the Cone, which are indeed the Centrall
Tasis or inward essence of the sensible world. These be an infinite
number of vitall Atoms that may be wakened into diverse tinctures, or
energies, into fiery, watery, earthy, &c. And one divine _Fiat_ can
unloose them all into an universall mist, or turn them out of that sweat
into a drie and pure Etheriall temper. These be the last projections of
life from the soul of the world; and are act or form though debil and
indifferent, like that which they call the first matter. But they are
not meerly passive but meet their information half way, as I may so
speak: are radiant _ab intimo_ and awake into this or the other
operation, by the powerfull appulse of some superadvenient form. That
which change of Phantasmes is to the soul, that is alteration of rayes
to them. For their rayes are _ab intrinseco_, as the phantasmes of the
soul. These be the reall matter of which all supposed bodies are
compounded, and this matter (as I said) is form and life, so that all is
life and form what ever is in the world, as I have somewhere intimated
in _Antipsychopan_: But however I use the terme _body_ ordinarily in the
usuall and vulgar acception. And for that sense of the ancients, nearest
to which I have defined it in the place first above mentioned, that I
seem not to choose that same as most easie to proceed against in
disproving the corporeity of the soul, the arguments do as necessarily
conclude against such a naturall body as is ordinarily described in
Physiologie (as you may plainly discern if you list to observe) as also
against this body composed of the Cuspidall particles of the Cone. For
though they be Centrall lives, yet are they neither Plasticall,
Sensitive, or Rationall, so farre are they from proving to be the humane
soul whose nature is there discust.


C

_Cone_: Is a solid figure made by the turning of a rectangular triangle,
about; one of the sides that include the right angle resting, which will
be then the Axis of the compleated Cone. But I take it sometimes for the
comprehension of all things, God himself not left out, whom I tearm the
_Basis_ of the _Cone_ or _Universe_. And because all from him descends,
καθ’ ὑποστολῆν, with abatement or contraction, I give the name of _Cone_
to the Universe. And of Cone rather then Pyramid because of the
roundnesse of the figure, which the effluxes of all things imitate.

  _Chaos_,      }
  _Chronicall_, } See interpret· Gen.
  _Clare_,      }

_Circulation_, The terme is taken from a toyish observation, _viz._ the
circling of water when a stone is cast into a standing pool. The motion
drives on circularly, the first rings are thickest, but the further they
go they grow the thinner, till they vanish into nothing. Such is the
diffusion of the species audible in the strucken aire, as also of the
visible species. In brief any thing is said to circulate that diffuseth
its image or species in a round. It might have been more significantly
called orbiculation; seeing this circumfusion makes not onely a circle,
but fills a sphere, which may be called the sphere of activity. Yet
Circulation more fitly sets out the diminution of activity, from those
ringes in the water which as they grow in compasse, abate in force and
thicknesse. But sometimes I use Circulate in an ordinary sense to turn
round, or return in a circle.

_Centre_, _Centrall_, _Centrality_. When they are used out of their
ordinary sense, they signifie the depth or inmost being of any thing,
from whence its acts and energies flow forth. See _Atom-lives_.

_Cuspis_ of the _Cone_. The multiplide Cuspis of the Cone is nothing but
the last projection of life from Psyche, which is שׁמים a liquid fire or
fire and water, which are the corporeall or materiall principles of all
things, changed or disgregated (if they be centrally distinguishable)
and again mingled by the virtue of Physis or Spermaticall life of the
world; of these are the Sunne and all the Planets, they being kned
together, and fixt by the Centrall power of each Planet and Sunne. The
volatile Ether is also of the same, and all the bodies of plants, beasts
and men. These are they which we handle and touch, a sufficient number
compact together. For neither is the noise of those little flies in a
summer-evening audible severally: but a full Quire of them strike the
ear with a pretty kind of buzzing. Strong and tumultuous pleasure and
scorching pain reside in these, they being essentiall and centrall, but
sight and hearing are onely of the images of these, See _Body_.

_Eternitie._ Is the steddie comprehension of all things at once. See Æon
discribed in my Expos. upon Psychozoia.

_Energie._ It is a peculiar Platonicall terme. In my Interpret. Gen.
I expounded it Operation, Efflux, Activity. None of those words bear the
full sense of it. The examples there are fit, _viz._ the light of the
Sunne, the phantasms of the soul. We may collect the genuine sense of
the word by comparing severall places in the Philosopher. Ἔχει γὰρ
ἕκαστον τῶν ὄντων ἐνεργειαν, ἥ ἐστιν ὁμοίωμα αὐτοῦ, ὥστε αὐτοῦ ὄντος,
κἀκεῖνο εἶναι, καὶ μένοντος φθάνειν εἰς τὸ πόῤῥω, τὸ μὲν ἐπὶ πλέον, τὸ
δὲ εἰς ἔλαττον. Καὶ αἱ μὲν ἀσθενεῖς καὶ ἀμυδραὶ, αἱ δὲ καὶ λανθάνουσαι,
τῶν δ’ εἰσὶ μείζους καὶ εἰς τὸ πόῤῥω. _For every being hath its Energie,
which is the image of it self, so that it existing that Energie doth
also exist, and standing still is projected forward more or lesse. And
some of those energies are weak and obscure, others hid or
undiscernable, othersome greater and of a larger projection._ Plotin.
Ennead. 4. lib. 5. cap. 7. And again, Ennead. 3. lib. 4. Καὶ μένομεν τῷ
μὲν νοητῷ ἀνθρώπῳ ἄνω· τῷ δὲ ἐσχάτῳ αὐτοῦ, πεπεδήμεθα τῷ κάτω, οἷον
ἀπόῤῥοιαν ἀπ’ ἐκείνου διδόντες εἰς τὸ κάτω, μᾶλλον δὲ ἐνέργειαν, ἐκείνου
οὐκ ἐλαττουμένου. _And we remain above by the Intellectuall man, but by
the extreme part of him we are held below, as it were yielding an efflux
from him to that which is below, or rather an energie he being not at
all lessened._ This curiositie Antoninus also observes, (lib. 8.
Meditat.) in the nature of the sun-beams, where although he admits of
χύσις, yet he doth not of ἀπόῤῥοια which is ἔκχυσις. Ὁ ἥλιος
κατακεχύσθαι δοκεῖ, καὶ πάντῇ γε κέχυται οὐ μὴν ἐκκέχυται. ἡ γὰρ χύσις
αὐτοῦ τάσις ἐστίν. ἀκτῖνες γοῦν αἱ αὐγαὶ αὐτοῦ ἀπὸ τοῦ ἐκτείνεσθαι
λέγονται. _The sunne_, saith he, _is diffused, and his fusion is every
where but without effusion_, &c. I will onely adde one place more out of
Plotinus. Ennead. 3. lib. 6. Ἑκάστου δὲ μορίου ἡ ἐνέργεια ἡ κατὰ φύσιν
ζωὴ οὐκ ἐξιστᾶσα. _The naturall energie of each power of the soul is
life not parted from the soul though gone out of the soul, =viz.= into
act._

Comparing of all these places together, I cannot better explain this
Platonick term, _energie_, then by calling it the rayes of an essence,
or the beams of a vitall Centre. For essence is the Centre as it were of
that which is truly called Energie, and Energie the beams and rayes of
an essence. And as the _Radii_ of a circle leave not the centre by
touching the Circumference, no more doth that which is the pure Energie
of an essence, leave the essence by being called out into act, but is
ἐν-έργεια a working in the essence though it flow _out_ into act. So
that _Energie_ depends alwayes on essence, as _Lumen_ on _Lux_, or the
creature on God; Whom therefore Synesius in his Hymnes calls the Centre
of all things.

_Entelecheia._ See Interpret. Gen.


F

_Faith._ _Platonick faith in the first Good._ This faith is excellently
described in Proclus, where it is set above all ratiocination, nay,
Intellect it self. Πρὸς δὲ αὖ τὸ ἀγαθὸν οὐ γνώσεως ἔτι καὶ συνεργείας
δεῖ τοῖς συναφθῆναι σπεύδουσιν, ἀλλ’ ἱδρύσεως καὶ μονίμου καταστάσεως
καὶ ἠρεμίας. _But to them that endeavour to be joyned with the first
Good, there is no need of knowledge or multifarious cooperation, but
settlednesse, steddinesse, and rest._ lib. 1. cap. 24. Theolog. Platon.
And in the next chapter; Δεῖ γὰρ οὐ γνωστικῶς οὐδ’ ἀτελῶς τὸ ἀγαθὸν
ἐπιζητεῖν, ἀλλ’ ἐπιδόντας ἑαυτοὺς τῷ θείῳ φωτὶ καὶ μύσαντας, οὕτως
ἐνιδρύεσθαι τῇ ἀγνώστῳ καὶ κρυφίῳ τῶν ὄντων ἑνάδι. _For we must not seek
after that absolute or first Good cognoscitively or imperfectly, but
giving our selves up to the divine light, and winking_ (that is shutting
our eyes of reason and understanding) _so to place our selves steddily
in that hidden Unitie of all things_. After he preferres this faith
before the clear and present assent to the κοιναὶ ἔννοιαι, yea and the
νοερὰ ἁπλότης, so that he will not that any intellectuall operation
should come in comparison with it. Πολυειδὴς γὰρ αἵτη καὶ δι’ ἑτερότητος
χωριζομένη τῶν νοουμένων, καὶ ὅλως κίνησίς ἐστι νοερὰ περὶ τὸ νοητόν.
Δεῖ δὲ τὴν θείαν πίστιν ἑνοειδῆ καὶ ἤρεμον ὑπάρχειν ἐν τῷ τῆς ἀγαθότητος
ὁρμῷ τελείως ἱδρυθεῖσαν. _For the operation of the Intellect is
multiform and by diversitie separate from her objects, and is in a word,
intellectuall motion about the object intelligible. But the divine faith
must be simple and uniform, quiet and steddily resting in the haven of
Goodnesse._ And at last he summarily concludes, Ἐστί οὖν οὗτος ὅρμος
ἀσφαλὴς τῶν ὄντων ἁπάντων. See Procl. Theolog. Platonick. lib. 1. cap.
25.


H

_Hyle._ See Interpret. Gen.


I

_Intellect._  Sometimes it is to be interpreted _Soul_. Sometime the
intellectuall facultie of the soul. Sometimes Intellect is an absolute
essence shining into the soul: whose nature is this. A substance purely
immateriall, impeccable, actually omniform, or comprehending all things
at once, which the soul doth also being perfectly joyned with the
Intellect. Ἔχομεν οὖν καὶ τὰ εἴδη διχῶς, ἐν μὲν ψυχῇ οἷον μὲν
ἀνειλιγμένα καὶ οἷον κεχωρισμένα, ἐν δὲ τῷ νῷ ὁμοῦ τὰ πάντα. Plot.
Ennead. 1. lib. 1. cap. 8. _Ideas_, or _Idees_. Sometimes they are forms
in the Intellectuall world. _viz._ in _Æon_, or _On_, other sometimes,
phantasmes or representations in the soul. _Innate Idees_ are the souls
nature it self, her uniform essence, able by her _Fire_ to produce this
or that phantasme into act.

  _Idiopathy._   } See Interpret. Gen.
  _Iao_          }


L

_Logos._ See Interpret. Gen.

_Life._ The vitall operation of any soul. Sometime it is the soul it
self, be it sensitive, vegetative, or rationall.

_Lower man._ The lower man is our enquickned body, into which our soul
comes, it being fitly prepared for the receiving of such a guest. The
manner of the production of souls, or rather their non-production is
admirably well set down in Plotinus, See, _Ennead. 6. lib. 4. cap. 14,
15_.


M

_Monad._ See Interpr. Gen.

_Mundane._ _Mundane spirit_, Is that which is the spirit of the world or
Universe. I mean by it not an intellectuall spirit, but a fine, unfixt,
attenuate, subtill, ethereall substance, the immediate vehicle of
plasticall or sensitive life.

_Memory._ _Mundane memory._ Is that memory that is seated in the
_Mundane_ spirit of man, by a strong impression, or inustion of any
phantasme, or outward sensible object, upon that spirit. But there is a
Memory more subtill and abstract in the soul it self, without the help
of this spirit, which she also carries away with her having left the
body.

_Magicall._ That is, attractive, or commanding by force of sympathy with
the life of this naturall world.

_Moment._ Sometimes signifies an instant, as indivisible, as κίνημα,
which in motion answers to an instant in time, or a point in a line,
_Aristot. Phys._ In this sense I use it, Psychathan. lib. 3. cant. 2.
stanz. 16; _But in a moment sol doth ray._ But Cant. the 3. Stanz. 45.
v. 2. I understand, as also doth Lansbergius, by a _moment_ one second
of a minute. In Antipsych. Cant. 2. Stanz. the 20. v. 2. by a _moment_ I
understand a minute, or indefinitely any small time.


O

_Orb._ _Orb Intellectuall_, is nothing else but Æon or the Intellectuall
world. The Orbs generall mentioned Psycathan. lib. 1. cant. 3. stanz.
23. v. 2. I understand by them but so many universall orders of beings,
if I may so terme them all; for _Hyle_ hath little or nothing of being.

_Omniformity._ The omniformity of the soul is the having in her nature
all forms, latent at least, and power of awaking them into act, upon
occasion.

_Out-world._ and _Out-Heaven._ The sensible world, the visible Heaven.


P

  _Perigee_,      }
  _Psychicall_,   }
  _Pareties_,     } See Interpret. Gen.
  _Parallax_,     }
  _Protopathy_.   }

_Parturient._ See, _Vaticinant_.

_Phantasie._ _Lower phantasie_, is that which resides in the Mundane
spirit of a man, See _Memory_.


Q

_Quantitative._ Forms _quantitative_, are such sensible energies as
arise from the complexion of many natures together, at whose discretion
they vanish. That’s the seventh Orb of things, though broken and not
filling all as the other do. But if you take it for the whole sensible
world, it is entire, and is the same that _Tasis_ in Psycozoia. But the
centre of _Tasis_, viz. the multiplication of the reall _Cuspis_ of the
_Cone_ (for _Hyle_ that is set for the most contract point of the
_Cuspis_ is scarce to be reckoned among realities) that immense
diffusion of atoms, is to be referred to _Psyche_, as an internall
vegetative act, and so belongs to _Physis_ the lowest order of life. For
as that warmth that the sense doth afford the body, is not rationall,
sensitive, or imaginative, but vegetative; So this, שׁמים _i.e._ liquid
fire, which _Psyche_ sends out, and is the outmost, last, and lowest
operation from her self, is also vegetative.


R

_Rhomboides._ See Interpr. general.

_Reason._ I understand by Reason, the deduction of one thing from
another, which I conceive proceeds from a kind of continuitie of
phantasmes: and is something like the moving of a cord at one end; the
parts next it rise with it. And by this concatenation of phantasmes I
conceive, that both brutes and men are moved in reasonable wayes and
methods in their ordinary externall actions.

_Rayes._ The rayes of an essence is its energie. See _Energie_.

_Reduplicative._ That is reduplicative, which is not onely in this
point, but also in another, having a kind of circumscribed ubiquitie,
_viz._ in its own sphear. And this is either by being in that sphear
omnipresent it self, as the soul is said to be in the body _tota in toto
& tota in qualibet parte_, or else at least by propagation of rayes,
which is the image of it self; and so are divers sensible objects
_Reduplicative_, as light, colours, sounds. And I make account either of
these wayes justly denominate any thing spirituall. Though the former is
most properly, at least more eminently spirituall. And whether any thing
be after that way spirituall saving the Divinitie, there is reason to
doubt. For what is entirely omnipresent in a sphear, whose diametre is
but three feet, I see not, why (that in the circumference being as fresh
and entire as that in the centre) it should stop there and not proceed
even _in infinitum_, if the circumference be still as fresh and entire
as the centre.      But I define nothing.


S

_Spermaticall._ It belongs properly to Plants, but is transferred also
to the Plasticall power in Animalls, I enlarge it to all magnetick power
whatsoever that doth immediately rule and actuate any body. For all
magnetick power is founded in _Physis_, and in reference to her, this
world is but one great Plant, (one λόγος σπερματικός giving it shape and
corporeall life) as in reference to _Psyche_, one happy and holy
Animall.

_Spirit._ Sometimes it signifieth the soul, othersometime, the naturall
spirits in a mans body, which are _Vinculum animæ & corporis_, and the
souls vehicle: Sometimes life. See _Reduplicative_.

_Soul._ When I speak of mans Soul, I understand that which _Moses_ saith
was inspired into the body, (fitted out and made of earth) by God,
Genes. 2. which is not that impeccable spirit that cannot sinne; but the
very same that the Platonists call ψυχή, a middle essence betwixt that
which they call νοῦς (and we would in the Christian language call
πνεῦμα) and the life of the body which is εἴδωλον ψυχῆς, a kind of an
umbratil vitalitie, that the soul imparts to the bodie in the enlivening
of it: That and the body together, we Christians would call σὰρξ, and
the suggestions of it, especially in its corrupt estate, φρόνημα σαρκός.
And that which God inspired into _Adam_ was no more then ψυχὴ, the soul,
not the spirit, though it be called נשמת חיים _Spiraculum vitæ_; is
plain out of the text; because it made man but become a living soul, נפש
חיה. But you will say, he was a dead soul before, and this was the
spirit of life, yea the spirit of God, the life of the soul that was
breathed into him.

But if חיה implie such a life and spirit, you must acknowledge the same
to be also in the most stupid of all living creatures, even the fishes
(whose soul is but as salt to keep them from stinking, as Philo speaks)
for they are said to be נשמת חיים chap. 1. v. 20. 21. See 1 Cor. chap.
15, v. 45, 46. In brief therefore, that which in Platonisme is νοῦς, is
in Scripture πνεῦμα; what σὰρξ in one, τὸ θηρίον, the brute or beast in
the other, ψυχὴ the same in both.

_Self-reduplicative._ See _Reduplicative_.


T

_Tricentreitie._ Centre is put for essence, so _Tricentreitie_ must
implie a trinitie of essence. See _Centre_, and _Energie_.


V

_Vaticinant._ The soul is said to be in a _vaticinant_ or _parturient_
condition, when she hath some kind of sense and hovering knowledge of a
thing, but yet cannot distinctly and fully, and commandingly represent
it to her self, cannot plainly apprehend, much lesse comprehend the
matter. The phrase is borrowed of Proclus, who describing the
incomprehensiblenese of God, and the desire of all things towards him,
speaks thus; Ἄγνωστον γὰρ ὂν ποθεῖ τὰ ὄντα τὸ ἐφετὸν τοῦτο καὶ ἄληπτον,
μήτε οῦν γνῶναι μήτε ἑλεῖν ὁ ποθεῖ, δυνάμενα, περὶ αὐτὸ πάντα χορεύει
καὶ ὠδίνει μὲν αὐτὸ καὶ οἷον ἀπομαντεύεται. _Theolog. Platon. lib. 1.
cap. 21._ See _Psychathan. lib. 3. cant. 3. stanz. 12. & 14._




_The Philosophers Devotion._


  Sing aloud his praise rehearse
  Who hath made the Universe.
  He the boundlesse Heavens has spread
  All the vitall Orbs has kned;
  He that on _Olympus_ high
  Tends his flocks with watchfull eye,
  And this eye has multiplide
  Midst each flock for so reside.
  Thus as round about they stray
  Toucheth each with out-stretch’d ray,
  Nimbly they hold on their way,
  Shaping out their Night and Day.
  Never slack they; none respires,
  Dancing round their Centrall fires.
    In due order as they move
  Echo’s sweet be gently drove
  Thorough Heavens vast Hollownesse,
  Which unto all corners presse:
  Musick that the heart of _Jove_
  Moves to joy and sportfull love;
  Fills the listning saylers eares
  Riding on the wandering Sphears.
  Neither Speech nor Language is
  Where their voice is not transmisse.
    God is Good, is Wise, is Strong,
  Witnesse all the creature-throng,
  Is confess’d by every Tongue.
  All things back from whence they sprong,
  As the thankfull Rivers pay
  What they borrowed of the Sea.
    Now my self I do resigne,
  Take me whole I all am thine.
  Save me, God! from Self-desire,
  Deaths pit, dark Hells raging fire,
  Envy, Hatred, Vengeance, Ire.
  Let not Lust my soul bemire.
    Quit from these thy praise I’ll sing,
  Loudly sweep the trembling string.
  Bear a part, O Wisdomes sonnes!
  Free’d from vain Relligions.
  Lo! from farre I you salute,
  Sweetly warbling on my Lute.
  _Indie_, _Egypt_, _Arabie_,
  _Asia_, _Greece_, and _Tartarie_,
  _Carmel_-tracts, and _Lebanon_
  With the _Mountains_ of the _Moon_,
  from whence muddie _Nile_ doth runne,
  Or whereever else you won;
  Breathing in one vitall aire,
  One we are though distant farre.
    Rise at once lett’s sacrifice
  Odours sweet perfume the skies.
  See how Heavenly lightning fires
  Hearts inflam’d with high aspires!
  All the substance of our souls
  Up in clouds of Incense rolls.
  Leave we nothing to our selves
  Save a voice, what need we els!
  Or an hand to wear and tire
  On the thankfull Lute or Lyre.
    Sing aloud his praise rehearse
  Who hath made the Universe.


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Errors and Inconsistencies (noted by transcriber)

The author used a number of forms that were unusual or archaic even in
1646, and might be mistaken for typographical errors:

  ne (_conjunction_)
  won (stay, dwell, like German _wohnen_)
  eath (easy, light; also “uneath”)
  words in -en, especially verbs:
    aboven, amazen, been (_infinitive_), causen, standen, withouten...

Greek diacritics were consistently printed over the first vowel of an
initial diphthong. This has been silently regularized.

Both occurrences of the name “DesCartes” or “DesChartes” are at line
break; the hyphen has been omitted conjecturally. In general, spellings
that appear more than once, such as “Psyc-” for “Psych-”, were assumed
to be intentional.

The word “invisible” means that the letter is absent but there is an
appropriately sized blank space.


Modern Introduction:

  Immobile . . . Incomprehensible       ”[6]
    [_line-initial long space in the original, not explained in
    the footnote_]
  with its seque _Democritus Platonissans_
    [_l in “sequel” invisible at line-end_]
  describes the genesis of
    [_final s in “genesis” illegible at line-end_]
  Footnote 9: _Ibid._, II. xi. 5 (p. 52).  [II.xi. 5]

To the Reader:

  in the neglectfull disguise of a fragment  [of of]
  or which is as harsh one infinite one.
    [_. missing; text otherwise unchanged_]
  defending the infinitude of both,  [both.]
  Unum ut attendentes ad infinitam Dei potentiam
    [_first i in “infinitam” invisible_]

Democritus Platonissans

  7. Numbers infinite of each would strike our ’stonishd sight;
    [_er in “Numbers” invisible_]
  25. This is the parergon of each noble fire  [is is]
  27. What mark is left,? what aimed scope or end
    [_punctuation as printed_]
  45. This inf’nite voidnesse as much our mind doth gall
    [_text cut off; “-all” conjectural_]
  47. With their strange vizards. This will follow right
    [_text cut off; “-ht” conjectural_]
  55. Keeping a well-proportionated space  [ptoportionated]
  81. And immense mounting  smoke arose all round about.  [mountiug]
  99. Snow-limb’d, rose-cheek’d, ruby-lip’d, pearl-ted, star eyn’d
    Their parts each fair in fit proportion all conbin’d.
    [_text unchanged: possible hyphen in “star eyn’d”_]
  102. Such as no vulgar wit can well believe.  [vnlgar]
  103. A wider period; turneth still and slow.  [tnrneth]

Cupids Conflict

  Had I (but O that envious Destinie,
    [_mismatched parenthesis in original; closing parenthesis may
    belong after “harm!” in 4th line of stanza_]
  Who can his passions master and controll,  [aud]
  For can their carefull ghosts from Limbo take
    [_reading uncertain: may be “take” corrected by hand to “Lake”_]

Particular Interpretation

  _Energie._ It is a peculiar Platonicall terme.  [_Energie,_]
  _Faith._ ... excellently described in Proclus, [roclus.]
  Ἐστί οὖν οὗτος ὅρμος ἀσφαλὴς τῶν ὄντων ἁπάντων.
    [Εἰς οὖν ... τῶν ὅντων]
    [_Original text could not be checked, but Εἰς is grammatically
    impossible._]
  _Intellect._ [_Intellect.._]
  Ἔχομεν οὖν καὶ τὰ εἴδη διχῶς  [εἶδη]
  _Idiopathy._ } See Interpret. Gen.
  _Iao_        }
    [_Printed as shown; may be damage or error for “Idea” or similar_]
  _Omniformity._  [_Omniformity,_]
  _Reduplicative._ ... as the centre.      But I define nothing.
    [_blank space at mid-line in original_]
  _Soul._ ... And that which God inspired into _Adam_  [that that]
  _Vaticinant._ ... Theolog. Platon.  [Theolog Platon]

Augustan Reprints

Here as in e-texts 29237 and 29684 (from the same year), one or two
pages from the list of titles in print appear to be missing. The same
list should be present in any Augustan Reprint from a later year.

  [First page] UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES  [. for,]
  117. Sir Roger L’Estrange, _Citt and Bumpkin_ (1680).  [Sir George]