In Haman's pompe poor Mordocheus wept;
Yet God did turne his fate upon his foe.
The Lazar pinde, while Dives feast was kept,
Yet he to Heaven, to Hell did Dives goe.
We trample graffe, and prize the flowers of May,
Yet graffe is greene, when flowers doe fade away.

Robert Southwell.

The Diftinction between WISDOM and KNOWLEDGE.

HE Morall Poets, (nor unaptly) faine

TH

That by lame Vulcans help, the pregnant brain
Of foveraigne Jove, brought forth, and at that birth,
Was borne Minerva, Lady of the earth.

O ftrange Divinity! but fung by rote;
Sweet is the tune, but in a wilder note.
The morall fayes, all wifedome that is given
To hood-wink't mortals, first, proceeds from heaven
Truth's errour, Wifedome's but wife infolence,
And light's but darkneffe, not deriv'd from thence;
Wifdom's a straine tranicends Morality,

No vertue's abfent, Wisedome being by.
Vertue, by constant practice is acquir'd,
This (this by sweat unpurchaft) is inspir'd:
The mafter-piece of knowledge, is to know
But what is good, from what is good in show,
And there it refts: Wifdome proceeds, and chufes
The feeming evill, th' apparent good refuses;

Knowledge

Knowledge defcries alone; Wisdome applyes,
That, makes fome fooles, this, maketh none but wife;
The curious hand of Knowledge doth but picke
Bare fimples, Wifdome pounds them, for the ficke;
In my afflictions, Knowledge apprehends,
Who is the author, what the cause and ends,
It findes that Patience is my fad reliefe,

And that the hand that caus'd, can cure my griefe:
To reft contented here, is but to bring
Clouds without raine, and heat without a spring:
What hope arifes hence? the devils doe
The very fame: they know and tremble too;
But facred Wifedome doth apply that good,
Which fimple knowledge barely understood:
Wifedome concludes, and in conclufion, proves
That wherefoever God correct, he loves:
Wifedome digefts, what Knowledge did but taft,
That deales in futures, this, in things are paft:
Wisdom's the card of Knowledge, which, without
That guide, at random's wreck't on every doubt:
Knowledge, when Wisdome is too weak to guide her
Is like a head-strong horse, that throwes the rider:
Which made that great Philofopher avow,
He knew fo much that he did nothing know.

The Infufficiency of monumental honours to preserve the Memory.

You mighty Lords, that with refpected grace
Do at the stern of fair example stand,

And all the body of this populace

Guide with the turning of your hand;
Keep a right courfe; bear up from all difgrace;
Obferve the point of glory to our Land:

Hold up difgraced Knowledge from the ground;
Keep Virtue in requeft; give Worth her due.
Let not Neglect with barb'rous means confound
So fair a good, to bring in Night a-new ;
Be not, O be not acceffary found

Unto her death, that must give life to you.

Where will you have your virtuous name fafe laid
In gorgeous tombs, in facred cells fecure?
Do you not fee thofe proftrate heaps betray'd
Your Father's bones, and could not keep them fure?
And will you truft deceitful stones fair laid,
And think they will be to your honour truer?

No, no; unfparing Time will proudly fend
A warrant unto Wrath, that with one frown
Will all thefe mockries of vain-glory rend,
And make them (as before) urgrac'd, unknown;
Poor idle honours, that can ill defend

Your memories, that cannot keep their own.

And

And whereto serve that wondrous Trophee now
That on the goodly plain near Walton stands?
That huge dumb heap, that cannot tell us how,
Nor what, nor whence it is; nor with whofe hands,
Nor for whofe glory-it was set to shew,

How much our pride mocks that of other Lands.

Whereon when as the gazing Paffenger

Hath greedy look'd with admiration;

And fain would know his birth, and what he were ;
How there erected; and how long agon:
Enquires and asks his fellow traveller
What he hath heard, and his opinion:

And he knows nothing, then he turns again,
And looks and fighs; and then admires afresh,
And in himself with forrow doth complain
The mifery of dark forgetfulnefs:

Angry with Time that nothing thould remain,
Our greatest Wonders Wonder to exprefs.

Then Ignorance, with fabulous discourse,
Robbing fair Art and Cunning of their right,
Tells how thofe ftones were by the Devil's force
From Afric brought to Ireland in a night;
And thence to Britany, by magick courfe,
From Giant's hands redeem'd by Merlin's flight;

And then near Ambri plac'd in memory
Of all thofe noble Britons murther'd there,
By Hengift and his Saxon treachery,
Coming to parlee in peace at unaware,
With this old legend then Credulity
Holds her content, and clofes up her care.

And

* And as for thee, thou huge and mighty frame,
That ftands corrupted fo with Time's defpite,
And giv'it falfe evidence against their fame
That fet thee there to teftify their right;
And are become a traitor to their name,
That trusted thee with all the bett they might;

Thou shalt ftand ftill bely'd and flandered,
The only gazing-stock of Ignorance,
And by thy guile the wife admonished,
Shall never more defire fuch hopes t' advance,
Nor trust their living glory with the dead.

That cannot fpeak, but leave their fame to chance.

Confid'ring in how small a room do lie,
And yet lie fafe, (as frefh as if alive)
All thofe great Worthies of Antiquity,

Which long foreliv'd thee, and fhall long furvive;
Who ftronger tombs found for Eternity,

Than could the Pow'rs of all the Earth contrive,

Where they remain thefe trifles to upbraid,
Out of the reach of fpoil, and way of Rage;
Tho' Time with all his Pow'r of years hath laid
Long batt'ry, back'd with undermining Age;
Yet they make head only with their own aid,
And war with his all-conqu'ring forces wage;
Pleading the Heavens prefcription to be free,
And t' have a grant t' endure as long as He.

Mufophilus. by S. Daniel.

A few lines of inferior merit are here omitted.

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