Volume 1 — OF THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOULE.

Note (Supp.)

The second Anniversarie.

NOTHING could make me sooner to confesse

That this world had an everlastingnesse,

Then to consider, that a yeare is runne,

Since both this lower world's, and the Sunnes Sunne,

5The Lustre, and the vigor of this All,

Did set; 'twere blasphemie to say, did fall.

But as a ship which hath strooke saile, doth runne

By force of that force which before, it wonne:

Or as sometimes in a beheaded man,

10Though at those two Red seas, which freely ranne,

One from the Trunke, another from the Head,

His soule be sail'd, to her eternall bed,

His eyes will twinckle, and his tongue will roll,

As though he beckned, and cal'd backe his soule,

15He graspes his hands, and he pulls up his feet,

And seemes to reach, and to step forth to meet

His soule; when all these motions which we saw,

Are but as Ice, which crackles at a thaw:

Or as a Lute, which in moist weather, rings

20Her knell alone, by cracking of her strings:

So struggles this dead world, now shee is gone;

For there is motion in corruption.

As some daies are at the Creation nam'd,

Before the Sunne, the which fram'd daies, was fram'd,

25So after this Sunne's set, some shew appeares,

And orderly vicissitude of yeares.

Yet a new Deluge, and of Lethe flood,

Hath drown'd us all, All have forgot all good,

Forgetting her, the maine reserve of all.

30Yet in this deluge, grosse and generall,

Thou seest me strive for life; my life shall bee,

To be hereafter prais'd, for praysing thee;

Immortall Maid, who though thou would'st refuse

The name of Mother, be unto my Muse

35A Father, since her chast Ambition is,

Yearely to bring forth such a child as this.

These Hymnes may worke on future wits, and so

May great Grand children of thy prayses grow.

And so, though not revive, embalme and spice

40The world, which else would putrifie with vice.

For thus, Man may extend thy progeny,

Untill man doe but vanish, and not die.

These Hymnes thy issue, may encrease so long,

As till Gods great Venite change the song.

45Thirst for that time, O my insatiate soule,

And serve thy thirst, with Gods safe-sealing Bowle.

Be thirstie still, and drinke still till thou goe

To th'only Health, to be Hydroptique so.

Forget this rotten world; And unto thee

50Let thine owne times as an old storie bee.

Be not concern'd: studie not why, nor when;

Doe not so much as not beleeve a man.

For though to erre, be worst, to try truths forth,

Is far more businesse, then this world is worth.

55The world is but a carkasse; thou art fed

By it, but as a worme, that carkasse bred;

And why should'st thou, poore worme, consider more,

When this world will grow better then before,

Then those thy fellow wormes doe thinke upon

60That carkasses last resurrection.

Forget this world, and scarce thinke of it so,

As of old clothes, cast off a yeare agoe.

To be thus stupid is Alacritie;

Men thus Lethargique have best Memory.

65Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state

We now lament not, but congratulate.

Shee, to whom all this world was but a stage,

Where all sat harkning how her youthfull age

Should be emploi'd, because in all shee did,

70Some Figure of the Golden times was hid.

Who could not lacke, what e'r this world could give,

Because shee was the forme, that made it live;

Nor could complaine, that this world was unfit

To be staid in, then when shee was in it;

75Shee that first tried indifferent desires

By vertue, and vertue by religious fires,

Shee to whose person Paradise adher'd,

As Courts to Princes, shee whose eyes ensphear'd

Star-light enough, t'have made the South controule,

80(Had shee beene there) the Star-full Northerne Pole,

Shee, shee is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,

What fragmentary rubbidge this world is

Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;

He honors it too much that thinkes it nought.

Contemplation of our state in our death-bed.

85Thinke then, my soule, that death is but a Groome,

Which brings a Taper to the outward roome,

Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,

And after brings it nearer to thy sight:

For such approaches doth heaven make in death.

90Thinke thy selfe labouring now with broken breath,

And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee

Division, and thy happyest Harmonie.

Thinke thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slacke;

And thinke that, but unbinding of a packe,

95To take one precious thing, thy soule from thence.

Thinke thy selfe parch'd with fevers violence,

Anger thine ague more, by calling it

Thy Physicke; chide the slacknesse of the fit.

Thinke that thou hear'st thy knell, and think no more,

100But that, as Bels cal'd thee to Church before,

So this, to the Triumphant Church, calls thee.

Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee,

And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust;

Give one thy Pride, to'another give thy Lust:

105Give them those sinnes which they gave thee before,

And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score.

Thinke thy friends weeping round, and thinke that they

Weepe but because they goe not yet thy way.

Thinke that they close thine eyes, and thinke in this,

110That they confesse much in the world, amisse,

Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that,

Which they from God, and Angels cover not.

Thinke that they shroud thee up, and think from thence

They reinvest thee in white innocence.

115Thinke that thy body rots, and (if so low,

Thy soule exalted so, thy thoughts can goe,)

Think thee a Prince, who of themselves create

Wormes which insensibly devoure their State.

Thinke that they bury thee, and thinke that right

120Laies thee to sleepe but a Saint Lucies night.

Thinke these things cheerefully: and if thou bee

Drowsie or slacke, remember then that shee,

Shee whose Complexion was so even made,

That which of her Ingredients should invade

125The other three, no Feare, no Art could guesse:

So far were all remov'd from more or lesse.

But as in Mithridate, or just perfumes,

Where all good things being met, no one presumes

To governe, or to triumph on the rest,

130Only because all were, no part was best.

And as, though all doe know, that quantities

Are made of lines, and lines from Points arise,

None can these lines or quantities unjoynt,

And say this is a line, or this a point,

135So though the Elements and Humors were

In her, one could not say, this governes there.

Whose even constitution might have wonne

Any disease to venter on the Sunne,

Rather then her: and make a spirit feare,

140That hee to disuniting subject were.

To whose proportions if we would compare

Cubes, th'are unstable; Circles, Angular;

She who was such a chaine as Fate employes

To bring mankinde all Fortunes it enjoyes;

145So fast, so even wrought, as one would thinke,

No Accident could threaten any linke;

Shee, shee embrac'd a sicknesse, gave it meat,

The purest blood, and breath, that e'r it eate;

And hath taught us, that though a good man hath

150Title to heaven, and plead it by his Faith,

And though he may pretend a conquest, since

Heaven was content to suffer violence,

Yea though hee plead a long possession too,

(For they're in heaven on earth who heavens workes do)

155Though hee had right and power and place, before,

Yet Death must usher, and unlocke the doore.

Thinke further on thy selfe, my Soule, and thinke

How thou at first wast made but in a sinke;

Thinke that it argued some infirmitie,

160That those two soules, which then thou foundst in me,

Thou fedst upon, and drewst into thee, both

My second soule of sense, and first of growth.

Thinke but how poore thou wast, how obnoxious;

Whom a small lumpe of flesh could poyson thus.

165This curded milke, this poore unlittered whelpe

My body, could, beyond escape or helpe,

Infect thee with Originall sinne, and thou

Couldst neither then refuse, nor leave it now.

Thinke that no stubborne sullen Anchorit,

170Which fixt to a pillar, or a grave, doth sit

Bedded, and bath'd in all his ordures, dwels

So fowly as our Soules in their first-built Cels.

Thinke in how poore a prison thou didst lie

After, enabled but to suck, and crie.

175Thinke, when'twas growne to most,'twas a poore Inne,

A Province pack'd up in two yards of skinne,

And that usurp'd or threatned with the rage

Of sicknesses, or their true mother, Age.

But thinke that Death hath now enfranchis'd thee,

Her liberty by death.

180Thou hast thy'expansion now, and libertie;

Thinke that a rustie Peece, discharg'd, is flowne

In peeces, and the bullet is his owne,

And freely flies: This to thy Soule allow,

Thinke thy shell broke, thinke thy Soule hatch'd but now.

185And think this slow-pac'd soule, which late did cleave

To'a body, and went but by the bodies leave,

Twenty, perchance, or thirty mile a day,

Dispatches in a minute all the way

Twixt heaven, and earth; she stayes not in the ayre,

190To looke what Meteors there themselves prepare;

She carries no desire to know, nor sense,

Whether th'ayres middle region be intense;

For th'Element of fire, she doth not know,

Whether she past by such a place or no;

195She baits not at the Moone, nor cares to trie

Whether in that new world, men live, and die.

Venus retards her not, to'enquire, how shee

Can, (being one starre) Hesper, and Vesper bee;

Hee that charm'd Argus eyes, sweet Mercury,

200Workes not on her, who now is growne all eye;

Who, if she meet the body of the Sunne,

Goes through, not staying till his course be runne;

Who findes in Mars his Campe no corps of Guard;

Nor is by Iove, nor by his father barr'd;

205But ere she can consider how she went,

At once is at, and through the Firmament.

And as these starres were but so many beads

Strung on one string, speed undistinguish'd leads

Her through those Spheares, as through the beads, a string,

210Whose quick succession makes it still one thing:

As doth the pith, which, lest our bodies slacke,

Strings fast the little bones of necke, and backe;

So by the Soule doth death string Heaven and Earth;

For when our Soule enjoyes this her third birth,

215(Creation gave her one, a second, grace,)

Heaven is as neare, and present to her face,

As colours are, and objects, in a roome

Where darknesse was before, when Tapers come.

This must, my Soule, thy long-short Progresse bee;

220To'advance these thoughts, remember then, that she,

She; whose faire body no such prison was,

But that a Soule might well be pleas'd to passe

An age in her; she whose rich beauty lent

Mintage to other beauties, for they went

225But for so much as they were like to her;

Shee, in whose body (if we dare preferre

This low world, to so high a marke as shee,)

The Westerne treasure, Easterne spicerie,

Europe, and Afrique, and the unknowne rest

230Were easily found, or what in them was best;

And when w'have made this large discoverie

Of all, in her some one part then will bee

Twenty such parts, whose plenty and riches is

Enough to make twenty such worlds as this;

235Shee, whom had they knowne who did first betroth

The Tutelar Angels, and assign'd one, both

To Nations, Cities, and to Companies,

To Functions, Offices, and Dignities,

And to each severall man, to him, and him,

240They would have given her one for every limbe;

She, of whose soule, if wee may say, 'twas Gold,

Her body was th'Electrum, and did hold

Many degrees of that; wee understood

Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood

245Spoke in her cheekes, and so distinctly wrought,

That one might almost say, her body thought;

Shee, shee, thus richly and largely hous'd, is gone:

And chides us slow-pac'd snailes who crawle upon

Our prisons prison, earth, nor thinke us well,

250Longer, then whil'st wee beare our brittle shell.

But 'twere but little to have chang'd our roome,

If, as we were in this our living Tombe

Oppress'd with ignorance, wee still were so.

Poore soule, in this thy flesh what dost thou know?

255Thou know'st thy selfe so little, as thou know'st not,

How thou didst die, nor how thou wast begot.

Thou neither know'st, how thou at first cam'st in,

Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne.

Nor dost thou, (though thou know'st, that thou art so)

260By what way thou art made immortall, know.

Thou art too narrow, wretch, to comprehend

Even thy selfe: yea though thou wouldst but bend

To know thy body. Have not all soules thought

For many ages, that our body'is wrought

265Of Ayre, and Fire, and other Elements?

And now they thinke of new ingredients,

And one Soule thinkes one, and another way

Another thinkes, and 'tis an even lay.

Knowst thou but how the stone doth enter in

270The bladders cave, and never breake the skinne?

Know'st thou how blood, which to the heart doth flow,

Doth from one ventricle to th'other goe?

And for the putrid stuffe, which thou dost spit,

Know'st thou how thy lungs have attracted it?

275There are no passages, so that there is

(For ought thou know'st) piercing of substances.

And of those many opinions which men raise

Of Nailes and Haires, dost thou know which to praise?

What hope have wee to know our selves, when wee

280Know not the least things, which for our use be?

Wee see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,

A hundred controversies of an Ant;

And yet one watches, starves, freeses, and sweats,

To know but Catechismes and Alphabets

285Of unconcerning things, matters of fact;

How others on our stage their parts did Act;

What Cæsar did, yea, and what Cicero said.

Why grasse is greene, or why our blood is red,

Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto.

290In this low forme, poore soule, what wilt thou doe?

When wilt thou shake off this Pedantery,

Of being taught by sense, and Fantasie?

Thou look'st through spectacles; small things seeme great

Below; But up unto the watch-towre get,

295And see all things despoyl'd of fallacies:

Thou shalt not peepe through lattices of eyes,

Nor heare through Labyrinths of eares, nor learne

By circuit, or collections to discerne.

In heaven thou straight know'st all, concerning it,

300And what concernes it not, shalt straight forget.

There thou (but in no other schoole) maist bee

Perchance, as learned, and as full, as shee,

Shee who all libraries had throughly read

At home in her owne thoughts, and practised

305So much good as would make as many more:

Shee whose example they must all implore,

Who would or doe, or thinke well, and confesse

That all the vertuous Actions they expresse,

Are but a new, and worse edition

310Of her some one thought, or one action:

She who in th'art of knowing Heaven, was growne

Here upon earth, to such perfection,

That she hath, ever since to Heaven she came,

(In a far fairer print,) but read the same:

315Shee, shee not satisfied with all this waight,

(For so much knowledge, as would over-fraight

Another, did but ballast her) is gone

As well t'enjoy, as get perfection.

And cals us after her, in that shee tooke,

320(Taking her selfe) our best, and worthiest booke.

Of our company in this life, and in the next.

Returne not, my Soule, from this extasie,

And meditation of what thou shalt bee,

To earthly thoughts, till it to thee appeare,

With whom thy conversation must be there.

325With whom wilt thou converse? what station

Canst thou choose out, free from infection,

That will not give thee theirs, nor drinke in thine?

Shalt thou not finde a spungie slacke Divine

Drinke and sucke in th'instructions of Great men,

330And for the word of God, vent them agen?

Are there not some Courts (and then, no things bee

So like as Courts) which, in this let us see,

That wits and tongues of Libellers are weake,

Because they do more ill, then these can speake?

335The poyson's gone through all, poysons affect

Chiefly the chiefest parts, but some effect

In nailes, and haires, yea excrements, will show;

So lyes the poyson of sinne in the most low.

Up, up, my drowsie Soule, where thy new eare

340Shall in the Angels songs no discord heare;

Where thou shalt see the blessed Mother-maid

Joy in not being that, which men have said.

Where she is exalted more for being good,

Then for her interest of Mother-hood.

345Up to those Patriarchs, which did longer sit

Expecting Christ, then they'have enjoy'd him yet.

Up to those Prophets, which now gladly see

Their Prophesies growne to be Historie.

Up to th'Apostles, who did bravely runne

350All the Suns course, with more light then the Sunne.

Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly bleed

Oyle to th'Apostles Lamps, dew to their seed.

Up to those Virgins, who thought, that almost

They made joyntenants with the Holy Ghost,

355If they to any should his Temple give.

Up, up, for in that squadron there doth live

She, who hath carried thither new degrees

(As to their number) to their dignities.

Shee, who being to her selfe a State, injoy'd

360All royalties which any State employ'd;

For shee made warres, and triumph'd; reason still

Did not o'rthrow, but rectifie her will:

And she made peace, for no peace is like this,

That beauty, and chastity together kisse:

365She did high justice, for she crucified

Every first motion of rebellious pride:

And she gave pardons, and was liberall,

For, onely her selfe except, she pardon'd all:

Shee coy'nd, in this, that her impressions gave

370To all our actions all the worth they have:

She gave protections; the thoughts of her brest

Satans rude Officers could ne'r arrest.

As these prerogatives being met in one,

Made her a soveraigne State; religion

375Made her a Church; and these two made her all.

She who was all this All, and could not fall

To worse, by company, (for she was still

More Antidote, then all the world was ill,)

Shee, shee doth leave it, and by Death, survive

380All this, in Heaven; whither who doth not strive

The more, because shees there, he doth not know

That accidentall joyes in Heaven doe grow.

But pause, my soule; And study, ere thou fall

On accidentall joyes, th'essentiall.

Of essentiall joy in this life and in the next.

385Still before Accessories doe abide

A triall, must the principall be tride.

And what essentiall joy can'st thou expect

Here upon earth? what permanent effect

Of transitory causes? Dost thou love

390Beauty? (And beauty worthy'st is to move)

Poore cousened cousenor, that she, and that thou,

Which did begin to love, are neither now;

You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday;

Next day repaires, (but ill) last dayes decay.

395Nor are, (although the river keepe the name)

Yesterdaies waters, and to daies the same.

So flowes her face, and thine eyes, neither now

That Saint, nor Pilgrime, which your loving vow

Concern'd, remaines; but whil'st you thinke you bee

400Constant, you'are hourely in inconstancie.

Honour may have pretence unto our love,

Because that God did live so long above

Without this Honour, and then lov'd it so,

That he at last made Creatures to bestow

405Honour on him; not that he needed it,

But that, to his hands, man might grow more fit.

But since all Honours from inferiours flow,

(For they doe give it; Princes doe but shew

Whom they would have so honor'd) and that this

410On such opinions, and capacities

Is built, as rise and fall, to more and lesse:

Alas, 'tis but a casuall happinesse.

Hath ever any man to'himselfe assign'd

This or that happinesse to'arrest his minde,

415But that another man which takes a worse,

Thinks him a foole for having tane that course?

They who did labour Babels tower to'erect,

Might have considered, that for that effect,

All this whole solid Earth could not allow

420Nor furnish forth materialls enow;

And that this Center, to raise such a place,

Was farre too little, to have beene the Base;

No more affords this world, foundation

To erect true joy, were all the meanes in one.

425But as the Heathen made them severall gods,

Of all Gods Benefits, and all his Rods,

(For as the Wine, and Corne, and Onions are

Gods unto them, so Agues bee, and Warre)

And as by changing that whole precious Gold

430To such small Copper coynes, they lost the old,

And lost their only God, who ever must

Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust:

So much mankinde true happinesse mistakes;

No Joy enjoyes that man, that many makes.

435Then, Soule, to thy first pitch worke up againe;

Know that all lines which circles doe containe,

For once that they the Center touch, doe touch

Twice the circumference; and be thou such;

Double on heaven thy thoughts on earth emploid;

440All will not serve; Only who have enjoy'd

The sight of God, in fulnesse, can thinke it;

For it is both the object, and the wit.

This is essentiall joy, where neither hee

Can suffer diminution, nor wee;

445'Tis such a full, and such a filling good;

Had th'Angels once look'd on him, they had stood.

To fill the place of one of them, or more,

Shee whom wee celebrate, is gone before.

She, who had Here so much essentiall joy,

450As no chance could distract, much lesse destroy;

Who with Gods presence was acquainted so,

(Hearing, and speaking to him) as to know

His face in any naturall Stone, or Tree,

Better then when in Images they bee:

455Who kept by diligent devotion,

Gods Image, in such reparation,

Within her heart, that what decay was growne,

Was her first Parents fault, and not her owne:

Who being solicited to any act,

460Still heard God pleading his safe precontract;

Who by a faithfull confidence, was here

Betroth'd to God, and now is married there;

Whose twilights were more cleare, then our mid-day;

Who dreamt devoutlier, then most use to pray;

465Who being here fil'd with grace, yet strove to bee,

Both where more grace, and more capacitie

At once is given: she to Heaven is gone,

Who made this world in some proportion

A heaven, and here, became unto us all,

470Joy, (as our joyes admit) essentiall.

Of accidentall joys in both places.

But could this low world joyes essentiall touch,

Heavens accidentall joyes would passe them much.

How poore and lame, must then our casuall bee?

If thy Prince will his subjects to call thee

475My Lord, and this doe swell thee, thou art than,

By being greater, growne to bee lesse Man.

When no Physitian of redresse can speake,

A joyfull casuall violence may breake

A dangerous Apostem in thy breast;

480And whil'st thou joyest in this, the dangerous rest,

The bag may rise up, and so strangle thee.

What e'r was casuall, may ever bee.

What should the nature change? Or make the same

Certaine, which was but casuall, when it came?

485All casuall joy doth loud and plainly say,

Only by comming, that it can away.

Only in Heaven joyes strength is never spent;

And accidentall things are permanent.

Joy of a soules arrivall ne'r decaies;

490For that soule ever joyes and ever staies.

Joy that their last great Consummation

Approaches in the resurrection;

When earthly bodies more celestiall

Shall be, then Angels were, for they could fall;

495This kinde of joy doth every day admit

Degrees of growth, but none of losing it.

In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part, that shee,

Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,

Doth injure her; ('Tis losse to be cal'd best,

500There where the stuffe is not such as the rest)

Shee, who left such a bodie, as even shee

Only in Heaven could learne, how it can bee

Made better; for shee rather was two soules,

Or like to full on both sides written Rols,

505Where eyes might reade upon the outward skin,

As strong Records for God, as mindes within;

Shee, who by making full perfection grow,

Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,

Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone,

510Where shee receives, and gives addition.

Conclusion.

Here in a place, where mis-devotion frames

A thousand Prayers to Saints, whose very names

The ancient Church knew not, Heaven knows not yet:

And where, what lawes of Poetry admit,

515Lawes of Religion have at least the same,

Immortall Maide, I might invoke thy name.

Could any Saint provoke that appetite,

Thou here should'st make me a French convertite.

But thou would'st not; nor would'st thou be content,

520To take this, for my second yeares true Rent,

Did this Coine beare any other stampe, then his,

That gave thee power to doe, me, to say this.

Since his will is, that to posteritie,

Thou should'st for life, and death, a patterne bee,

525And that the world should notice have of this,

The purpose, and th'authoritie is his;

Thou art the Proclamation; and I am

The Trumpet, at whose voyce the people came.

5 All, 1612: all, 1625-69

10 Though] Through 1612-25

12 be fail'd,] he fail'd, 1621-33

13 twinckle] twincke 1625

20 strings: Ed: strings. 1612-69

23 are Ed: are, 1612-69

24 was fram'd, 1612-25: was fram'd: 1633-69

27 Deluge, 1612-25: deluge, 1633-69

29 all. Ed: all, 1612-33: all; 1635-69

33 Maid, 1612-25, 1669: maid, 1633-54

35 is, 1612-25: is 1633-69

43 thy] they 1621-25

issue, 1612-33: issue 1635-69. See note

estimation

1625

]

46 safe-sealing] safe-fealing 1621-39

47 goe] goe; 1612-25

48 Health, 1612-33: Health; 1635-69, Chambers and Grolier

so. 1612-21: so, 1625-69, Chambers and Grolier. See note

50 bee. Ed: bee 1612-35: bee, 1639-69

51 why, 1612-21: why 1625-69

nor] or 1669

57 more, 1612-25: more 1633-69

67 was but] twas but 1612-25

81 Shee, shee 1621-25: Shee, she 1633-69

82 is] is. 1612-25

96 parch'd 1612-21, 1639-69: pach'd 1625: patch'd 1633-35

99 knell,] knell 1633

101 So this, 1612-33: So, this 1635-69

103 thrust;] trust; 1669

113 shroud] shourd 1621-25

116 exalted] exhalted 1621

goe,] goe. 1612-21

123 Complexion 1612-25: complexion 1633-69

124 Ingredients 1612-25: ingredients 1633-69

134 a point, 1612-21: a-point. 1625: a point: 1633-69

136 there. 1612-25: there, 1633-69

137 wonne] worne 1612-25: woon 1633

140 to 1612-25: too 1633-69

146 Accident 1612-25: accident 1633-69

156 Death 1612-25: death 1633-69

161 thee, both 1612-25: thee both 1633-69

172 first-built 1612-25: first built 1633-69

173 didst] dost 1669

177 the rage 1612-25: a rage 1633-69

179 Death 1612-25: death 1633-69

181 Peece, discharg'd, 1612: Peece, discharg'd 1625: Peece discharg'd 1633: Peece discharg'd, 1635-69

183 This 1612-25: this 1633-69

185 soule, 1612-21: soule 1625-69

187 Twenty, perchance,] Twentie, perchance 1625: Twenty perchance 1633-69

197 Venus] no ital. 1612-25, and so with Hesper &c.

retards] recards 1612-25

201 Who, if 1612-25: Who if 1633-69

204 barr'd;] bard; 1612-39

209 the] those 1669

214 her] om. 1650-69

219-20 text 1612-25 (but soul 1612-25, and then 1625 and shee 1612-25):

1633-69, Chambers and Grolier. See note

231 discoverie] Discoveree. 1612-25

232 Of all,] Of all 1612-25

236 assign'd Ed: assigned 1612-69

238 Dignities, 1612-25: dignities, 1633-69

241 Gold, 1612-25: gold, 1633-69

243 understood] unstood 1621-25

249 well,] well 1612-25

251 little] little 1633

265 Ayre, and Fire, 1612-25: aire, and fire, 1633-69

266 ingredients, 1612: ingredients. 1621-69

268 'tis] ty's 1612-21

270 breake 1612: brake 1621-33: break 1635-69

287 said. 1612-25: said, 1633-69

291 Pedantery] Pedantry 1650-69

292 taught] thought 1612-25

300 shalt] shall 1612-25, 1669

308 all] aie 1612-21: are 1625

314 print,] point, 1612-33

323 earthly] early 1625

324 there.] there, 1633-39

326 choose 1612-25: chose 1633-69

327 will not] will nor 1612-25

328 Divine 1612-25: Divine, 1633-69

329 Great 1612-25: great 1633-69

333 wits 1612-25: wits, 1633-69

336 some] some, 1633

338 lyes] wise 1612-25

353 thought] thoughts 1612-25

366 rebellious] rebellions 1635-69

369 impressions 1612-25: rest impression

378 ill,)] last bracket dropped 1612-33

380 whither] spelt whether 1612-33

383 study, 1635-69: study 1612-33

391 that ... that] no italics 1612-25

397 eies, 1612-21: eyes 1625: eyes; 1633-69, Chambers. See note

398 Saint, 1612-25: Saint 1633-69

vow] row 1612-25

399 remaines;] remaines, 1612-25

402 that] in italics 1633-69

404 Creatures 1612-25: creatures 1633-69

416 Thinks] Thinke 1612-25

420 enow] enough 1633

421 this 1612: his 1621-69

421-2 place, ... little, 1612: place ... little, 1621-33

423 affords] affoords 1612-25

world, foundation 1633-69: worlds, foundatione 1612-25

426 Benefits ... Rods] capitals from 1612-25

428 Warre] no capital 1612-39

429 that] the 1625

433 much] much, 1633-39

435 up] upon 1612-25

449 Here 1612-25: here 1633-69

463 cleare,] cleane, 1635

475 My Lord] no italics 1612-25

477 redresse] Reders 1612-25

482 What e'r] What eye 1612-25

500 where] waere 1612

501 even] ever 1625

506: within; Ed: within, 1612-39: within. 1650-69

516: invoke] inroque 1612-25

518 French 1635-69: french 1612-33

520 Rent] Rent. 1633

Note