Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,
Wisdome makes him an Arke where all agree;
The foole, in whom these beasts do live at jarre,
Is sport to others, and a Theater;
Nor scapes hee so, but is himselfe their prey,
All which was man in him, is eate away,
And now his beasts on one another feed,
Yet couple'in anger, and new monsters breed.
How happy'is hee, which hath due place assign'd
To'his beasts, and disaforested his minde!
Empail'd himselfe to keepe them out, not in;
Can sow, and dares trust corne, where they have bin;
Can use his horse, goate, wolfe, and every beast,
And is not Asse himselfe to all the rest.
Else, man not onely is the heard of swine,
But he's those devills too, which did incline
Them to a headlong rage, and made them worse:
For man can adde weight to heavens heaviest curse.
As Soules (they say) by our first touch, take in
The poysonous tincture of Originall sinne,
So, to the punishments which God doth fling,
Our apprehension contributes the sting.
To us, as to his chickins, he doth cast
Hemlocke, and wee as men, his hemlocke taste;
We do infuse to what he meant for meat,
Corrosivenesse, or intense cold or heat.
For, God no such specifique poyson hath
As kills we know not how; his fiercest wrath
Hath no antipathy, but may be good
At lest for physicke, if not for our food.
Thus man, that might be'his pleasure, is his rod,
And is his devill, that might be his God.
Since then our businesse is, to rectifie
Nature, to what she was, wee'are led awry
By them, who man to us in little show;
Greater then due, no forme we can bestow
On him; for Man into himselfe can draw
All; All his faith can swallow,'or reason chaw.
All that is fill'd, and all that which doth fill,
All the round world, to man is but a pill,
In all it workes not, but it is in all
Poysonous, or purgative, or cordiall,
For, knowledge kindles Calentures in some,
And is to others icy Opium.
As brave as true, is that profession than
Which you doe use to make; that you know man.
This makes it credible; you have dwelt upon
All worthy bookes, and now are such an one.
Actions are authors, and of those in you
Your friends finde every day a mart of new.
[To S^r Edward &c. 1633, D, H49, Lec, O'F: A
Letter to S^r Edward Herbert (or Harbert). B, Cy (which
adds Incerti Authoris), S96: To Sir E. H. A18, N, TC:
no title, P: Elegia Vicesima Tertia. S: To S^r Edward
Herbert, now (since 1669) Lord Herbert of Cherbury, being at
the siege of Iulyers. 1635-69]
[4 Theater; Ed: Theater, 1633-69: Theater. D]
[5 prey, Ed: prey; 1633-69]
[8 breed.] breed; 1633]
[10 minde! Ed: minde? 1633-69]
[17 a headlong] a om. 1669: an headlong 1635-54]
[24 taste; Ed: taste. 1633-69]
[28 we know 1633 and MSS.: men know 1635-69, O'F]
[35 show; 1669: show, 1633-54, Chambers]
[36 due, 1633-69: due; Chambers. See note]
[38 All; All 1669: All: All 1635-54: All, All 1633
chaw. 1633: chaw, 1635-69, Grolier]
[39 fill, 1633-54: fill 1669: fill; Grolier]
[44 icy] jcy 1633]
[47-8 credible; ... bookes, Ed: credible, ... bookes;
1633-69: credible ... bookes Grolier]