A PANEGYRICKE. 



For, as all Womens wombes do barren seeme, 

 That never had societie of Men ; 

 So fertill Grounds we often barren deeme, 

 Whose Bowells, Water fills not now and then. 



Then, Earth and Water, warmed with the Sunne, 

 Ingenders what doth make Man-kinde ingender : 

 For Venus quickly will to ruine runne, 

 If (a) Ceres and her Bacchus not defend her. 



Then looke how much the Race of Man is worth. 

 So much is worth this Arte, maintaining it ; 

 Then 6 how deere is hee that brought it forth, 

 Withflaine and cost for Man-kinds benefit ! 



(a) Sine 

 Cerere &* 

 Bacche^ 

 friget Venus. 



Though present Times (that oft ungrateful I proove) 

 May under-valew both his Worke and Him ; 

 Yet After-times will prize them Price above, 

 And hold them Durt that doe their glory dim. 



For He by Wisedome, over-rules the Fates, 

 By Witt defeating passions of the Ayre ; 

 When they against his well-fare nurse debates, 

 While fooles (ore-rul'd by each) die through dispaire. 



In dropping Sommers, that do marre the Meads, 

 His Trenches draine the Raines superfluous Almes ; 

 And when heatewounds ti&Earth((b}tQ death thatbleeds) 

 Hee cures the chaps with richest Water-balmes. 



5 So 



(J) The 

 Sunne ex- 

 haling all 

 radicall 

 moysture 

 from thence 

 by the 

 wounds or 

 chaps which 

 are made 

 by summers 

 heate. 



