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A70281) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 58812) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 188:12 or 1686:9) Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F. Howell, James, 1594?-1666. Fisher, Payne, 1616-1693. [16], 127 p. Printed by Ja. Cottrel and are to be sold by S. Speed ..., London : 1663. Written by James Howell. Cf. BM; DNB. "To the reader" signed: P. Fisher. First ed. Cf. BM. This item can be found at reels 188:12 and 1686:9. Reproduction of original in British Library. Imperfect: pages 95 and 96 missing in filmed copy. Pages 84-107 photographed from Huntington Library copy and inserted at the end. Pages 122 and 123 dark and partially illegible. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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Collected and Published BY Sergeant-Major P. F. LONDON : Printed by Ja : Contrel ; and are to be sold by S. Speed , at the Rain-bow in Fleetstreet , near the inner Temple-gate . 1663. TO THE RIGHT REVEREND , And Innately Noble , Dr. Henry King , ( Many years ) Lord Bishop of Chichester , &c. My LORD● THere are divers Motives ( humbly under Favour ) which have induced me to this Dedication . The first , That besides those severe and high-solid Studies which attend Theological Speculations , ( wherein your Lordship is eminent even to admiration ) 't is evidently known , my Lord , that you have not onely a profound Judgement , but also a sublime Genius in Poetical Compositions . Now , my Lord , 't is upon good Record , that Poets were the first Divines and Philosophers ; and as a great Wit well observeth , Poetry is the clearest Light to prove that Man hath an Intellectual Soul , and Ray of Divinity shining in him . The second Motive was , my Lord , That I finde in the Works of this Excellent Author , some signal Passages that discover the particular Observance and high Veneration not onely he hath ( but many thousands more ) of your Lordships dear Relations , and your own most Unparallel'd Merits . The third Motive was , my Lord , That I might lay hold on this happy opportunity of publickly confessing those Obligations I cannot now fairly Conceal , nor yet fitly Cancel ; that the World as well as your most honourable Lordship may be sensible of these Overtures of my devoted Gratitude ; which till I can exemplifie in a Prolixer Present , I beseech your Lordship to accept this small Homage and contracted Tender of his humble Devoire , who is otherwise unlimited , My Lord , And in all ample Duty and Obedience , Your LORDSHIPS Most faithful Honourer , AND Sincerely devoted Servant , P. F. To the Reader . NOt to know the Author of these Poems , were an Ignorance beyond Barbarism , as 't was said of a famous person in France : yet I held it superfluous to prefix his Name in the Title-Page , he being known and easily distinguished from others by his Genius and Stile , as a great Wit said lately of him , Author Hic ex Calamo notus ut ungue Leo. He may be called the prodigie of his Age , for the variety of his Volumes : for from his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or Parly of Trees , to his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or Parly of Beasts , ( not inferiour to the other ) there hath pass'd the Press above forty of his Works on various subjects ; useful not onely to the present times , but to all posterity . And ' ●is observed , that in all his Writings there is something still New , either in the Matter , Method or Fancy , and in an untrodden Tract . Moreover , one may discover a kinde of Vein of Poesie to run through 〈◊〉 body of his Prose , in the Concinnity 〈◊〉 succ●nctness thereof all along . He teacheth a new way of Epistolizing ▪ and that Famil●ar Letters may not onely consist of Words , and a bombast of Complements , but that they are capable of the highest Speculations and solidst kind of Knowledge . He chalks out a Topical and exact way for Forreign Travel , not roving in general Precepts onely . In all his Histories there are the true Rules , Laws and Language of History observed . What infinite advantages may be got by his Dictionaries and Nomenclature by all Professions and Nations ! How strongly and indeed unanswerably doth he assert the Royal Right in divers learned Tracts , to the unbeguiling and conversion of many thousands abroad as well as at home ! &c. Touching these Poems , most of them nere saw publick Light before ; for I got them in Manuscripts , whereof I thought fit to give the Reader an Advertisement . De Ornatissimo , Viroque omni fariàm pererudito Acris , & Ignei Ingenii , Polyglotto ad Prodigium usque Dom. IACOBO HOWELL Maridanensi , Tam ex Majorum ceris , quam sui Ipsius Meritis Armigero , &c. SIc Phaebi Deluh●● patent ; sic tota Recessus Pandit Cyrr●a suos , funditque oracnla praegnans Anglia , Cambri●cae & Corti●a rem●gi●t aulae , Nempe nou●m Aeonidunt Proles Montaccola fontem Ostendit , sacrasque aperit Tritonidis aroes Howelli Generosa Domus , Celeberrima Gentis Hoeliae , Patriique 〈◊〉 memorabile fundi . Tolle Coronatas Stirps Maridunia cristas , Howellumque Tuum ventura in saecula jactes Indigenis peperisse plagis , quâ monstrat Avitos Insignis Fortuna lares , seriesque votusta Sanguinis à longo volv●ntis flumina Rivo ; Ad Cujus gavisi olim Cristalla sedere Grandaevi Druides , pa●●lisque studere sub umoris Ornorum Bardi , & nemorum secondere lustris . Vnde patet , nec vana ●ides , genus esse Jacobi De seri● Druidum , suffusaque 〈◊〉 dudum Enthea primae vis spirasse oracula 〈◊〉 . Ergo 〈◊〉 Majorum vana facessat , Nec sibi Primores cunctos vetus arroget aevum ; Creta Panomphaeum quid progenuisse Tonantem Intumet ? aut veteres sic altercantur , Homerus Qu● fuerat de sede satus ? Quid culta superbit Scaligero Verona suo ? Quid Mantua foelix Virgilio praecone tumes ? En Cambria nobis Mantua , deque suis Vates educitur oris Maeonio nil Vate minor , Cunabula cujus Circum , tot Charitum croceis Examina turmis Mellifluos fecere favos , ea gratia Scriptis Aurea , libratoque sedet sub carmine nervus , Et gravitas fictae non affectata loquelae . Scilicet à Teneris docti vestigia Secli Vsque sequi Tibi cura fuit ; veterumque labores Volvere limatos , avidisque Heliconida labris Exhaustis Vacuare cadis . a Harlaeus honoris Primitias insignis habet , Qui Numine dextro Tam Tibi , quam celebri Fratri primordia jecit Vrbs Quem b Bristoliae dudum dignata Tiarâ est Praesulis , & sacram vel adhuc reminiscitur umbra● . O foelix Howelle nimis novisse Magistrum Harlaeum cujus Gens Herefordia stirpem Jactet , & ingentem tollat per saecula famam ! Illius auspiciis solidis , epheba Juventus Pieriis afflata modis , quum nobile Flacci Ante oculos saltabat Epos ; & Plectra Lucani Pharsalico concinna chely . Tum mite Terenti Inge●●um , & stricto servorum scommata socco , Plautinosque sales potâsti impubibus annis Ilelluo Graecorum Laticum . Mox Sydere vers● Ipse novum moliris iter , quâ Dule● Lycaeum Oxoniae plenos reserat siti●●●elbus ●mnes ▪ Heic Jesu sacrata Domus Te amplectitur ulnis Admissum geminis , & di●t pocula Lucis Castalio cum lacte dabat . Sub sensibus hausto● Tum logicos primum gryphos , artesque loquendi Digeris , & solide formâ methodoque locatis , Venturae Vigil instauras fundamina Famae . Inde Sophistaeo magis inspirata Su●urro Mens Tua , Te Socium nullo opponente creavit Collegi veneranda Cohors . Nec sistitur ingens Impetus , humanae qui supra nubila vitae Gestit , & aprico foelix feriatur olympo . Ergo Philosophiae sublimia culmina scandens Occultas reseras sedes , ubi Scrinia mundi Naturaeque Arcana habitant : ubi cernitur omnis Quid Divina velit , vel suaserit Ethnica Virtus . Quicquid Socratico manavit ab ordine ; quicquid Clara Cleantheae praescripsit Turba Lucernae ; Quicquid Erycthraeis Cynicorum Secta studebat Gymnasiis ; quicquid dixit , tac●itque loquendo Pythagoras Howelle Tuum est , Qui abstrusa latebris Eruis ingenio , Rerumque oracula pandens , Concipis immensos dilato pectore mundos . Nec Tua Fama Domi , Patriisve morabitur antris , Vecta per extremum nonis Juvenilibus orbem , Et Regum consueta Aulis , interque potentes Europae Dominos porrectas sumere laurus . Te Juvenem cognovit Iber ; Te celsa Philippi Regia Catholici Madriti vidit Agentem Principis Adventu Caroli , stupuitque loquentem , Tractantemque diu alterni Molimina Sceptri . Inde Revertentem Borealis Syderis Atlas Ille Comes Praeses Te Sunderlandius imis Secretis admisit amans , & Tanta Scientem , Callentemque foras , propriis praef●cit habenis . Nec Patrio requiescis agro , sed caerula suloa● Cymbrica , ad ingentem Danorum flebiliis Aul●● Mitteris Orator Reginae busta Sophiae Exequiasque dolens , Tua circum Rostra Licestro Legato , & Danûm Procerum stipante Corona ▪ Quae Regio in terris nostro non nota Jacobo ? Quem pede diffusi penetrantem viscera Regni Teutonides videre sui ; Quem Gallia dudum Cum Batavo , & Veneti , & Siculi ; & stupuere 〈◊〉 Bomaque tot linguas uno sub corde prementem Mirati , Poterantque levi discrimine , cuncti Indigenam dixisse suum . Tunc Patria dignum Te Palmis censebat ovans , quum ad Tecta Senat ▪ Prisca ciebat amans , & ter successibus aequis Ad sua delegit Te Parlamenta Sedentem . N●c Patriae cessabat amor , sed honoribus urgens Continuis , credebat adhuc se parva dedisse Ni meritis majora daret : sic nobilis audis Clericus Augusti Caroli qua jungeris imis Consiliis Tu Scriba cluens , Regnique labores Multiplices , Aulaeque vices Atlantis ad insta● Collibras , Patrioque humeros Supponis Olympo . Haec pro Te dudum dignissi●a , Patria feci● ▪ Pr● Patriâ nec parva facis , favilive rependis Officio , quae fecit amor : Communia Testor Commoda , & attritis operosa volumina praelis Non uno numeranda Die. T● muta movente Organa , c Vocales fud●re oracula Sylvae , Et Trunci didicere loqui , Dodonea Quer●us , Frondiferi Regina chori T●●i Brachia pandens Tollit ad astra comas , 〈◊〉 Superbior exi● A foliis famosa ●uis , Quibus , Illa fatetur Se Tibi debendam , conte●taque Serta dicandam ●ivica , Romuleis nil inferior a Triumphls . Vtque doces Sylvas , & tardo stipite Truncos Humanos simulare sonos , sic d Bruta Ferarum Guttura conformans , nostrae Vernacula linguae Distinctasque doces haurire , & reddere voces . Exemplum dabit illud opus sublime , Priori Vix dispar , ubi gliscit amor , Pietasque Parenti Sceptrifero ; & Fidei Mortales Publica ductim De Brutis Documenta bib ant , trepidentque Rebelles Excandescentem Britonum irritare Leonem . Nec cessat Tua mira manus , celerive remissas Indulges calamo ferias , quia vana perosus Otia , victuris laetare laboribus , unam Vix perdens sine luce diem , Testabitur orbi Grandius Illus Opus e Bis Bino Idiomate coctum Vtile Principibus , Populoque Orientis & Euri Orbis , & à toto divisis orbe Britannis . Heic veluti speculo Criticismata cuncta loquelae Cantabricae discernit Iber ; Syrene Jacobo Ausonios modulante sonos , de finibus exit Iralus allectus propriis ; Gallusque Garummam Atque Ararim rapido referens sermone , Britanglos Advolat , alternae miscens commercia linguae . f Hisce voluminibus Nomenclatura stupendi Subjunctum est Opus ingenii g Proverbia Gentis A tenebris memoranda trahens , formasque lequendi Priscorum Britonum , Quorum venerabile semen Cambria servat adhuc , primosque à sedibus actos ▪ Commemorabit avos : Tua Cambria clare Jacobe Cui Superum Ductu Tu post tot secla renascens Adderis Exempla● , dum sic virtutibus amplis Instauras Patriam , & virtutes dotibus aequas . Egregie nasci laus est : sed gloria major Pro Patriâ nasci , & primus Chronista creari Regis ab Historiis . Et quis dubit●verit amens Te Titulis minus ire Tuis , Oneriveque lacertos Impariles , qui tanta manu Monumenta levâsti , Pressaque vix binis portanda Volumina Rhedis . Lector avet majora ? Domi quod scripseris olim Contempletur opus , plorandaque damna h Senatu● Praelongi nu●●eret , cunciasque ab origine causas Pendeat , & nostri recolet Commenta Jacobi . Si ulteriora petit ? Peregrè succinctus ad or as Longinquas eat , & Te i Directore , viarum Praescius , Europae varias adremiget urbes , Conductnsque Tuo formet vestigia Filo . H●c Filo conductus , aquis scopul●sque sedente● Europae Dominam k Venetum mirabitu● 〈◊〉 Celsaque Parthenopis l Regalia culmina 〈◊〉 In Chartis Majora Tuis . Tun● versus ad 〈◊〉 Austriacas veterum Imperium venerabitur 〈◊〉 m Teutonidum , & senio certantia vasta 〈◊〉 Moenia Pannonico toties ditata Tributo . Inde pedem fessum relegens , per Regna feret●r Gallica , & Hoelios agnoseet ritè labores Liligerae Septem tractantes lustra Tiarae , Translatique Polo n Ludovici Busta , Suique Armandi parvo non designata papyro . Sed quid ego gracili calamo , vel carmine eurto Hoelianas vanus comprehendere chartas Molior , Herculeos quum tot recitare labores Herculeus labor alter erit ? Testabitur Anglis Vrbs vetus Heroum o Trinobantia gloria Civûm Ingemo ditata Tuo . Testabitur orbi Cultius Illud opus quo splendit p Epistola ●rebr● Flexanimo concinna stylo , quo Faedera belli Et passim Momenta Togae , Faciesque nitenti Cernitur Europae Speculo , & velamine dempto Obvia Summorum pateant Penetralia Regum . Tantis Posteritas cumulabit honoribus , olim Vulgatos Howelle libros . Tantumque labori Debebit Gen●●●●stra Novo , strips aurea Cujus , Formaque Primaevas nil postponenda Sorores Apello Charites , affiataque caelitus Aestro Pectora , fatidicum fibris Spirantia Phae●am . A Jove Principium sumens nam Pagina prima Sacra Sapit , gratoque fluunt condita lepore Caetera Mellifluos redolentia carmina Flores Laurigeroque novas Tibi contextura corollas . Inde per humanae raptus spectacula scaenae Quam parvas habi●ura moras Mortalia monstras , Indignoque licet depressus Carcere , Mentis Remigio super astra volas , Supremaque versans , Discis ab immenso quam discrepat angulus Orbe , Et circumfusi quam curta Scientia Mundi Aeterno collata Deo. Tumet inde Papyrus Laudibus Heroum , & Carolum Te Vate salutat , Augurioque pio jamdudum rite potitis Induperatoris summos promittit honores Quum procul Austriacae vol●cres , succumbere Gallo q Gaudebunt , Gallusque Anglo parere Leoni . Heic etiam Octavi nitidum sine bile Character Pingitur Henrici , Quod latius Acta loquetur Et Genium , quam Windsorii monumenta superbi Majorum constructa manu . r Sacyillia Pubes Dorsigenis praelustris honos , caput eruet ●mbris Auspiciis Howelle Tuis . His s Marchio grand●● Pierpontiadum Durotrigumque cacumen Tollitur , & Celsae Katharinae stemmata dudum Tremoliâ deducta Domu . Proh celse columna Henrice armorum , & sublimibus Artibus : ingens Pro Secli Coryphaee Tui ! Quos Fulguris instar Antevolas , patrioque creas Miracula Mundo . Hunc Chartis Howelle sonas , Cui gloria vastis Digna voluminibus , gravidoque canenda Cothurno ; Illi dumque litas laudes , aliisque sub isto Codice , diffuso spargis Tua nomina mundo Lataque non propriis claudi Praeonia Chartis . Sic raptim cecini● P. PISCATO● . POEMS Upon several Emergent Occasions . The Progress of the Human Soul : OR , The whole History of Man. MAn is that great Amphibium , which enrouls Within himself a Trinity of Souls : He runs through all Creations by degrees ; First , he is onely Matter on the Lees ; Whence he proceeds to be a Vegetal ; Next Sensitive ; ( and so Organical . ) Then , by Divine Infusion , a third Soul , The Rational doth the two first controul : But when this Soul comes in , and where she 〈◊〉 Distinct from th' other , no Dissector tells ▪ Now , which no Creture els can say , that state Makes her ( by Grace ) to be Regenerate . She then becomes a Spirit : so at last A Devil , or a Saint , when She hath cast That clog of Fl●sh , which yet she takes again ▪ To perfect her Felicity or Pain . Thus Man from first to last , is kin to all Cretures , in Heav'n , in Earth , and Hells Black Hall. A Speculation . THat which the smallest Star in Sky Is to the Sun in Majesty ; What a Monks Cell is to High-noon , Or a New-cheese to a Full-moon : No more is Man , if one should dare Unto an Angel him compare . What to the Eagle is a Gnat , Or to Leviathan a Sprat ; What to the Elephant a Mouse , Or Shepherds Hut to Caesars House : No more is Man , if one should dare Unto an Angel him compare . What to a Perl a Pebble-stone , Or Coblers Stall unto a Throne ; What to the Oke the basest Shrub , Or to Noah's Ark a Bucking-Tub : No more is Man , if one should dare Unto an Angel him compare . Then let not Man , Half-child of night , Compare with any Heavenly Wight : He will appeer on that account A Mole-hill to Olympus Mount. Yet , let This still his comfort be , He hath a Capabilitie To be of Heav'n himself : but on this score , If he doth not make Earth his Heav'n before . Of some Pious Meditations , when Prisoner for the King in the Fleet. AS Roses 'mong sharp Prickles grow , As Crystal's got of Ice and Snow ; As Perls in muddy Muscels breed , As Gold on barren'st earth doth feed ; As Diamonds in Craggs and Rocks , As Ambar cruds 'twixt Neptune's shocks : So 'mong those bleak Fleet-blasts which Fortun● blew , These calm mild strains of Meditations grew . A Contemplation upon the shortness and shal● 〈◊〉 of Human Knowledg . IF of the smallest Star in Sky We know not the Dimensity : If those pure sparks that Stars compose , The highest Human Wit do pose ; How then , poor shallow Man ! canst thou The Maker of these Glories know ? If we know not the Air we draw , Nor what keeps Winds and Waves in aw : If our small Sculls cannot contain The flux , and saltness of the Main ; If scarce a Cause we ken below , How can we the Supernal know ? If it be a mysterious thing , Why Steel shold to the Loadstone cling : If we know not why Jett should draw , And with such Kisses hug a Straw : If none can truly yet reveal How Sympathetick Powders heal : If we scarce know the Earth we tred , Or half the Simples there are bred , With Minerals , and thousand things Which for Mans health and food she brings : If Nature 's so obscure , then how Can we the God of Nature know ? What the Batts Ey is to the Sun , Or of a Gloworm to the Moon ; The same is Human Intellect , If on our Maker we reflect ; Whose Magnitude is so immense , That it transcends both Soul and Sense . Poor Purblind-Man , then sit thee still ; Let Wonderment thy Temples fill . Keep a due distance : do not pry Too neer , lest like the silly Fly , While she the Wanton with the Flame doth play , First fries her wings , then fools her life away . A Prophetic Poem ( partly accomplished ) to his present Majesty then Prince , 1640. A Parallel 'twixt his Highness and the Black Prince . SIR , WAles had one glorious Prince , for hair and h●●e ( Which colour sticks unto him still ) like You ▪ He travell'd far ; he won his Spurs in France ; And took the King , the King , O mighty chance ! Then his victorious Troops afresh he gethers ; And with the Gray-Goose wing his shafts new fethers . He beats a march up the Pyreney Hills , And the Cantabrian Clime with terror fills , To re-inthrone Don Pedro Castills King ; Of which Heroick Act all Stories ring . Your Royal Sire travell'd so far , and thay Of all our Princes onely made that way . Who knows , great Sir , but by just Destiny , Your Bunch of youthful Plumes may further fly : But , Faucon-like , you may with full summ'd wing The Eagle cuff , and from his Talons wring The a Prey , or in exchange seize on his Ore , And fix your Standard on the Indian Shore . 'T was by a b Charles , France once the Empire 〈◊〉 'T was by a c Charles , Spain also drew that 〈◊〉 ▪ Why may not Britain challenge the next Call , And by a Charles be made Imperial ? Sic Vaticinatur J. H. A Rapture upon Delia. COuld I but catch those Golden Rays Which Phoebus at High Noon displays , I 'd set them on a Loom , and frame A Scarf for Delia of the same . Could I that wondrous Black come near , Which Cynthia , when she mourns , doth wear ; Of a new fashion I wold trace A Mask thereof for Delia's face . Could I but reach that Green and Blue , Which Iris decks in such rare hue From her moist Bow , I 'd drag them down To make my Delia a Summer-Gown . Could I those Whitely Stars come nigh Which makes the Milky-way in Sky , I 'd Poach them , and at Moon-shine dress , To make my Delia a Hougou Mess. Thus would I diet , thus attire My Delia Queen of Hearts and Fire : She shold have ev'ry thing Divine , What might befit a Seraphine . And 'cause ungirt unblest we often find , One of the lesser Zones her Waste shold bind . Of the tru Observation of Lent. NOw Lent is come , let us refrain From Carnal Cretures quick or slaine : Let 's curb , and macerat the Flesh ; Impound , and keep it in distress For forty days , and then we shall Have a Replevin from the thrall By that bless'd Prince , who for this Fast Will give us Angels food at last . But to abstain from Bees , Hog , Goose , And let our Appetites go loose To Lobsters , Crabs , Prawns , or such Fish , We do not Fast , but Feast in this . Not to let down Lamb , Kid , or Veal ; Hen , Plover , Turkicock or Teal , And eat Botargo , Caviar , Anchoves , Oisters , and like fare : Or to forbear from Flesh , Fowl , Fish , And eat Potatoes in a Dish Done o'er with Ambar , or a Mess Of Ringos in a Spanish Dress : Or to refrain from each hot thing Which Water , Earth , or Air , doth bring ; And play a hundred pounds at Gleek ; Or be at Saunt when we shold sleep : Or to leave play with all high Dishes , And feed our thoughts with Wanton Wishes ; Making the Soul , like a Light Wench , VVear Patches of Concupiscence . This is not to keep Lent aright , But play the Juggling Hypocrit . He keeps Lent more , who tames the inward Man , Then he , who makes the outward feed on Bran. Before the History of Lewis the 13. ( with his Cardidinal Richlie● ) called Lustra Ludovici . HISTORIAE SACRUM . IMmortal Queen , great Arbitress of Time , Bright Torch and Herald of All-conquering Truth , Which Things , years thousands since , keepst still in prime , And so maintain'st the World in constant Youth ; Making that Morn Man first was made of Clay , Appear to us as fresh as Yesterday . Rich Magazin of Patterns , which may serve As Spurs to Vertu , or as Curbs to Vice ; Which dost Brave Men-embalm , and them conserve Longer then can Arabian Gums or Spice : And of their Memories dost Mummy make , More firm then that hot Lybia's Sands do 〈◊〉 ▪ Rare Garden , and rich Orchard , wherein grow Fames golden Apples , Vertues choicest flow'rs ; Who twistest Garlands for the learned Brow , And with thy Branches mak'st triumphant Bow● ▪ Inoculat this Bud on thy great Tree , That it may bourgeon to Eternity . Before LONDINOPOLIS ▪ OR , A new History of London : Parallell'd with the greatest Cities on Earth . Of London-Bridge . WHen Neptun from his Billows London spyde , Brought proudly thither by a High spring Tyde , As through a Floating Wood , he steer'd along , And Dancing Castles cluster'd in a throng : When he beheld a mighty Bridge give Law Unto his Surges , and their fury aw : When such a shelf of Cataracts did roar , As if the Thames with Nile had chang'd her shoar : VVhen he such massy Walls , such Tow'rs did eye , Such Posts , such Irons upon his back to lye ; When such vast Arches he observ'd , that might Nineteen Rialto's make for depth and height : When the Cae●ulean God these things survay'd , He shook his Trident , and astonish'd , said , Let the whole Earth now all her Wonders count , This Bridge of Wonders is the Paramount . The same in Latine , which for their weight I also insert . De Ponte Londinensi , ejusque stupendo situ , & structurâ . CVm Londinense● Neptunus viderat urbem Vectus ibi propriis , atque revectus Aquis , D●m densam penetrat Sylvam , Lucósque ferentes Pro ramis funes , pro foliisque Cruces : Cum superimpositum Torrenti in Flumine Pontem Viderat , & rapido ponere Jurae Freto : Cum tantos muros , ferrumina , Castra , tot Arcus Spectat , & haec tergo cuncta jacere suo , Arcus qui possent totidem formare Rialtos Metiri si quis summa , vel Ima cupit , Haec Deus Undarum aspiciens , Fluxusque retrorsum Tundere , & horrendos inde boare sonos , Nunc mihi quanta velis Terrae Miracula pandas , Est primus Mundi Pons , ait , Iste stupor . Before Bishop Andrews most holy Meditaaions 〈◊〉 Prayers . IF ever any merited to be The Vniversal Bishop , this was He. Great Andrews , who the whole vast SEA did 〈◊〉 Of Learning , and Distill'd it in his Brain . These pious Drops are of the purest kind That trîckled from the Limbeck of his Mind . Before that large and claborat Work , called ▪ The German Diet ; Which , in many Princely Orations , displays The Power and Weakness , The Plenty and VVant , The Antiquity and Modernness , The Advantages and Defects , The Glory and Reproche , The Vertues and Vices , of all the Countries of Christendome . AXIOMA . Contraria juxta se posita magis elucescunt . BLack sidelong put , or standing opposite , Doth use to add more lustre unto White . A Perl shines brighter in a Negro's Ear : Some Ladies look more fair who Patches wear : So Vice , if counterplac'd , or seated near , Makes Vertu show more lovely , strong , and clear . This Book hath Vice and Vertu , White and Black : 'T is like a Crystal-Glass foyld on the back : 'T is like a Chessboard , ( or an Ermins Skin ) Checker'd with two Extreams , both out and in . It weighs and winnows good from bad , which any Of Europes Kingdoms have , ( and they have many . ) Now , if those purer Regions of the Sky , Where ev'ry Star's a perfect Monarchy ; If the bright Moon , and glorious Sun above Have Spots and Motes , as Optick Glasses prove ; How then can these gross earthly Regions be , And We that peeple them , from taintures free ? This were for us to arrogat that Bliss Which Adam could not keep in Paradis . Before my Lord of Cherberry's History of King Hen. 8. VIces in Kings are like those spots the Moon Bears in her body , which so plain appeer To all the world : so Vertues shine more clear In them , and glitter like the Sun at Noon . This King had both ; yet counter-balance all , You 'l find th' out-poising Grain in Vertues Scale . He was more King then Man : his Gallantries Surpass'd his Frailties ; Had his Passions bent To Him as France did , and his Parlement ; Or had his Set been equal to his Rise : Of all those glorious Kings wore Englands crown , He had march'd with the foremost in Renown . This learned Lord , this Lord of VVit and Art , This Metaphysick Lord gives us a Glass , VVherein we may discern in ev'ry part This boystrous Prince , He cuts Him out in Brass , In everlasting Brass : so that I may avow , Old Harry never had a Monument till now . An Analytical Character or Dissection of Hen. 8. THis great King may be considered , 1. In his Person , and outward Proportion . 2. In his Properties , and inward Disposition . 3. In his Political Capacity , and Actions Civil and Martial . Touching the first , he was of a goodly Stature , of a Majestic awing Presence , of a clear sanguin Complexion ; which made him apt to give and take Tentations of that Sex which was too hard for the First , the Strongest and Wisest Man. He had a competency of spirit to manne that large Bulk throughout : for he was vigorous and robust , witness his overthrowing Sir William Kingstone horse and man in the presence of three Queens . His Dexterity at Tilt , the Barriers , and all other heroick Exercises at his interviews with the French King , and Emperors : for when he appeered in any Action , He out-went all others . Touching the second , it sub-divides it self into his Vertues and Vices . For his Vertues , by advantage of Education , ( being designed for the Church ) he was well vers'd in the Arts , a good 〈…〉 Divine . He had an harmonious soul , for he was a good Musitian , having among other things composed two Anthems , which were usually sung 〈◊〉 his Chappels . Touching his Vices , being of a replete sanguin Constitution , he had more matte● 〈◊〉 the heat of Concupiscence to work upon . 〈◊〉 were his two Contemporaries , Charles the Emperour , and Francis of France , less peccant in this kind : for they also had their Amourettes , their 〈◊〉 debita vasa , and divers natural Children . Having parted with Queen Katharin his first wife , and with his Cardinal , his Sanguin Humour came to 〈◊〉 somewhat sanguinary , and inclining to cruel ; 〈◊〉 had the Church , the Parlement , and the Judg●●●● 〈◊〉 what he did . He was too constant to himself 〈◊〉 any thing entred into his head ; which the 〈◊〉 termed Wilfulness . He was more prodigal in ●●●●ding , then covetous in getting money , by making himself an Actor in some things , which had bee● more for his advantage had he been onely a Sp●●●tor . Touching the third , he was very knowing in the Art of Government , being cut out as it were for a Kings for he kept all in an exact Obedience : and had his Passions been as subject to him as were his People , he had been the rarest of Kings . He also may be rank'd among the best Law-makers . He got divers glorious Titles , which his Progenitors never had : for he was the first Defender of the Faith , and promis'd to be stil'd Christianissimus . He was the first English King of Ireland . He was the first Vniter of the ancient Britains and the English. He was call'd by the Consistory of Rome , Liberator Orbis , when the Pope was freed . Francis the first acknowledged him , under God , to be the chiefest Deliverer of him and his Children from Spain . He was stil'd Prot●ctor of the famous Clementine League ; and offered to be Patron of the Lutherans . Nor did he know what it was to be beaten all his Life . He had an Emperour to serve him in the Wars , and he was counted the common Vmpire of Christendome . In fine , England may be said to have had little or no Commerce abroad in point of Matters of State , till the Reign of this King. OF TRANSLATIONS , Vpon rendring into English a choice Venetian ●●●mance , called , EROMENA , By Mr. James Howard . SOme hold Translations not unlike to be The wrong-side of a Turky Tapistry , Or Wines drawn off the Lees , which fill'd in 〈◊〉 Loose somewhat of the taste they had in Cask . T is tru , each Language hath an Idiome , Which in another couch'd comes not so home . Yet I nere saw a piece from Venice come Had fewer Thrums set on our Country Lome . This Wine is still one-ear'd , and brisk , thoug● 〈◊〉 Out of Italian Cask , in English Butt . Another . FAir Eromena in Italian tire I view'd , and lik'd her fashion wondrous well But in this English habit I admire That still in Her the same good Grace doth dwell . So have I seen Trans-Alpin Cions grow , And hear rare fruit , remov'd to Thames from 〈◊〉 ▪ The Dedication To Great Britain , of that Voluminous Work , Lexicon Tetraglotton : OR , An English-French-Italian-Spanish DICTIONARY . REnowned Albion , Natures choice delight , Neptunes chief care , and Arsenal of might ; Who in thy Watry Orb dost sparkling lie , As Cynthia shines in the Caerulean Skie : Or , as a Tortoise in her Circling Shell , Dost live secure within thy Rocky Cell A World within thy self , fit to defend Thine own , and fit no further to extend . Yet with thy winged Coursers dost give Law Unto the Ocean , and his Surges aw . The Baltick Waves , and Hyperborean , The vast Atlantik , Euxin , Indian ; The Adriatik , Tyrrhen , Hellespont , The White , the Black , the Red , all Seas are wont To do thee homage , and rich tributes bring Unto thy Thames by way of Offering ; Which makes Civilians hold , That thy Sea-bound Reach to the Shores of all thy Neighbours round ▪ To Thee , Triumphant Isle , I do address This Work of Oyl and Toyl : be Patroness Of thy own Tongue , which here twixt Colum●● strong ▪ Throughout a massy Fabrick all along Goes in the Van of Europes noblest Toungs , Though they want somewhat of her Nerves 〈◊〉 Lungs . Of the Original of the English Toung , And her Association With the Italian , Spanish , and French , &c. FRance , Italy and Spain , ye Sisters Three , Whose Toungs are branches of the Latian 〈◊〉 To perfect your odd number be not shy To take a Fourth to your Society The high Teutonik Dialect , which bold Hengistus with his Saxons brought of old Among the Britains , when by Knife and Sword , Of England he did first create the VVord . Nor is 't a small advantage to admit So Male a Speech to mix with You , and knit : Who by her Consonants and tougher strains , VVill bring more Arteries 'twixt your soft Vains : For of all Toungs , Dutch hath most Nerves and Bones , Except the Pole , who hurls his VVords like Stones . Some fain , that when our Protoplastick Sire Lost Paradis by a just kindled ire , He in Italian tempted was , in French He fell a begging Pardon , but from thence He was thrust out in the high Teuton Toung VVhence English , though much polish'd since , is sprung . This Book is then an inlay'd Piece of Art ; English the Knots which strengthen ev'ry part . Four Languages are here together fix'd : Our Lemsters Ore with Naples Silk is mix'd . The Loire , the Po , the Thames , and Tagus glide All in one Bed , and kiss each others side . The Alps and Pyrenean Mountains meet : The Rose and Fowrdeluee hang in one street . Nay , Spain & * Redcapt France a League here strike . If'twixt their Kings and Crowns there were the like , Poor Europe should not bleed so fast , and call Turbans at last unto her Funeral . Before a great Volume of PROVERBS , In Five Languages . THe Peeples Voice , the Voice of God we call ; And what are Proverbs but the Peeples 〈◊〉 Coyn'd first , and current made by common cho●●e Then sure they must have weight and truth with●● They are a Publick Heritage , entail'd On ev'ry Nation , or like Hirelomes nail'd , VVhich pass from Sire to Son , and so from Son Down to the Grandchild till the world be done . They are Free-denizons by long descent , VVithout the Grace of Prince or Parlement : The truest Commoners , and inmate Guests ; We fetch them from the Nurse and Mothers breast● They can Prescription plead 'gainst King or Crown ▪ And need no Affidavit but their own . We thought it then well worth the pains and 〈◊〉 To muster up these Ancients in one Host : Which here like furbish'd Medals we present To all that breathe in Christendom and Kent . Of the strange vertu of VVords , Before The Great NOMENCLATURA ; Wherein are the proper Terms in four Languages belonging to Arts Mechanical and Liberal : Which Poem consists of above Sixty Sentences . WOrds are the Souls Ambassadors , who go Abroad upon her Arrands to and fro . They are the sole Expounders of the mind , And correspondence keep 'twixt all mankind . They are those Airy Keys that ope ( and wrest Sometimes ) the Locks and Hinges of the Breast . By Them the Heart makes Sallies : VVit and Sence Belong to Them : They are the Quintessence Of those Ideas which the Thoughts distil , And so calcine and melt again , until They drop forth into Accents in whom lies The Salt of Fancy , and all Faculties . The World was fram'd by the Eternal Word , VVho to each Creature did a name afford ; And such an Union made 'twixt Words and Things , That ev'ry Name a Nature with it brings . Words do involve the greatest mysteries : By Them the Jew into his Cabal pries . The Chymik says , In Stones , in Herbs , in Wor●● Nature for ev'ry thing a cure affords . Nay , some have found the Glorious Stars to be But Letters set in an Orthography The Fate of Kings and Empires to foretel , VVith all things els below , could we them spell . That gran distinction between Man and 〈◊〉 VVe may to Language chiefly attribute . The Lyon roars , the Elephant doth bray ; The Bull doth bellow , and the Horse doth 〈◊〉 Man speaks : 'T is only man can Words create ▪ And cut the Air to sounds articulate By Natures special Charter . Nay , Speech ca● Make a shrewd discrepance 'twixt Man and 〈◊〉 It doth the Gentleman from Clown discover ; And from a Fool the grave Philosopher : As Solon said to one in Judgement weak , I thought thee wise until I heard thee speak . For Words in man bear the most Critick part : VVe speak by Nature , but speak well by Art. And as good Bells we judge of by the sound , So a Wise man by Words well plac'd is found . Therefore it may be call'd no vain pretence , VVhen 'mong the rest the Toung would be Senee , The Toung 's the Rudder which mans fancy guides ▪ VVhilst on this worlds tempestuous Seas he rides . Words are the Life of Knowledge ; They set free , And bring forth Truth by way of Midwifry : The activ'st Cretures of the teeming Brain ; The Judges who the inward man arraign : Reasons chief Engin and Artillery To batte● Error , and make Falshood fly : The Canons of the minde , who sometimes bounce Nothing but VVar , then Peace again pronounce . The Rabbins say , Such is the strength of VVords , That they make deeper VVounds then Spears or Swords . This Book may then be call'd a Magazine Of Arms and Words : It keeps , and doth combine Four Toungs : 't is like a Frame on divers VVheels ; One follows still the other at the heels . The smooth Italian , and the nimble Frank , The long-lung'd Spanish march all in a rank : The English heads them , so commands the Van ; And reson good in this Meridian . But Spain brings up the Rear , because we know Her Counsels are so long , and Pace so slow . Vpon the great Drammatical Work of B. 〈◊〉 Fletcher , publish'd 1646. WHat ? Now the Stage is down , dar'st tho● pear , Bold Fletcher , on this tott'ring Hemisphear ? Yes ; Poets are like Palms , which the more 〈◊〉 One casts upon them , grow more strong & 〈◊〉 'T is not Joves Thunderbolt , or Mavors Spear , Nor roaring Neptunes Trident Poets fear . Had now Grim Ben been breathing , with what 〈◊〉 And high-swoln fury had he lash'd this Age ? Shakespear with Chapman had grown mad , 〈◊〉 The gentle Soc , and lofty Buskins worn To make their Muse welter up to the Chin In blood : Of fained Scanes no need had bin England , like Lucians Eagle , with an Arrow Of her own Plumes piercing her heart quite thorow Had been the Tragic Scoene , and subject fit To exercise in real Truths their wit. Yet , none like high-wing'd Fletcher had bin found This Eagles dismal Destiny to sound : Rare Fletchers Quill had soar'd up to the Sky , And drawn down Gods to see the Tragedy . Live , famous Drammatist , let evry Spring Make thy Bay flourish , and fresh Bourgeons bring : And since we cannot have Thee tread the Stage , VVe will applaud Thee in thy silent Page . To his late Majesty , at the Dedication unto Him of DODONAS GROVE , OR The VOCAL FOREST : Wherein there were many Prophetical Passages . IN times of yore , when Earth was yet but Clods , Trees for their Gardians had no less then Gods : Jove did protect the Oke , Bacchus the Vine ; Minerva said , The Olive shall be mine : Venus the Myrtle for her Minion took ; Apollo would the Laurel overlook . My Trees need no such Patrons ; one mild glance Of Caesars eye , will best their Buds advance . To her Majesty , now Queen-mother . BOurgeon da Gran Bourbon , qui soubs ses doux rameaux Maintint la France en Paix apres tant de travaux Vint Ans entiers , ayant en bonne guerre Les Princes Brouillons mis quatre fois enterr● ▪ I' ay veu souventes fois son Nom luysant en 〈◊〉 , Mais non pas engravè jusqu ' à present en Arb●● , Parmi ces Bois icy l' on trouvera ( peut estre ) Madame , Votre Nom * taillè en grosse Lettre , To Prince Charles , ( now King. ) TO correspond now with the Verdant * 〈◊〉 And your Green yeers , the Top-branch of a 〈◊〉 A Bud shot from the Rose and Flower - 〈…〉 The best of stems Earth yet did e'er prod●●● VVhat Present can I bring that more agrees Both with the season , and your yeers , then 〈◊〉 They soon will cast their leafs , and Autumn find , But may You shed nor leafs , nor blooms , nor rin● , Till muff'd with hoary Moss , you do behold Fair Cions from your self grow tall and old . Before the VOCAL FOREST , To the knowing Reader , Touching the Progress of Learning . SCience in India first her beams display'd , And with the Rising Sun her self convay'd Through Chaldee into Egypt ; then She came Among the Greeks , and so to Tyber Swam : Whence clammering ore the Alps , these Northwest parts She civiliz'd , and introduc'd the Arts. In Albions woolly Isle , she welcom found , Which for her Bards and Druyds grew Renown'd So call'd , because they commonly did use On God and Natures works 'mongst Trees to Muse , And fix their Speculations ; for in Rind Of Trees was Learning swadled first , I find . Th' Egyptian Priests , and Brackmans us'd of old Their fancies in dark Characters to fold . The Greeks and Latines us'd to Poetize By Emblems , Fictions , and Mythologies : For it was held a pleasing piece of Art , Things Real under Shadows to impart . Then be not rash in censure , if I strive An ancient way of Fancy to revive ; While Druyd-like conversing thus with 〈◊〉 Under their bloomy shade I Historize . Trees were ordain'd for shadow , and 〈◊〉 Their Leafs were the first vestment of 〈◊〉 To the Common Reader . OPinion is that high and mighty Dame Which rules the World , and in the 〈◊〉 doth frame Distast or liking : for in Humane Race , She makes the Fancy various as the Face . Sometimes the Father differs from the Son , As doth the Gospel from the Alcharon , Or Loyola from Calvin , which two brands , In strange Combustions hurl fair Europes Lands So that amongst such Atomes of Mankind , You scarce can two encounter of one mind . This makes my Trees all Aspen , 'cause they 〈◊〉 Lie ope to ev'ry Wind , and vulgar Gust : Yet , much they fear not any Criticks knock , Unless they chance to stumble 'mong the bl●●● — Ex quovis Stipite non fit Mercurius . To the Critical Reader . IF Satyres here you find , think it not strange ; 'T is proper Satyres in the Woods should range : And for free Speech , why may not Verse or Prose Sit under Trees as safely as the Rose ? Yet here is nothing , though a Grand Inquest You should Empannel , but may bide the Test : For Petty Juries , let the Reader know , Composures of this kind stoop not so low . Touching the Vertu and Vse Of Familiar Letters . LOve is the life of Friendship ; Letters are The life of Love , the Load-stones that by rare Attraction make souls meet , and melt , and mix , As when by Fire exalted Gold we fix . They are those wing'd Postillions that can fly From the Antartic to the Artic Sky : The Heralds and swift Harbengers that move From East to West on Embassies of Love. They can the Trepiks cut , and cross the Line , And swim from Ganges to the Ithone or Rhine : From Thames to Tagus ; thence to Yy●● And terminat their journey with the Su● They can the Cabinets of Kings unserue , And hardest intricacies of State unclue . They can the Tartar tell what the Mogor , Or the Great Turk , doth on the Asian shore The Knez of them may know , what Pres●er Doth with his Camels in the torrid Zone . Which made the Indian Inca think , They 〈◊〉 Spirits who in white sheets the Air did tea● . The lucky Goose sav'd Jove's beleagred flili Once by her noise , but oftner by her Quill . It twice prevented Rome was not ore-run By the tough Vandal , and the rough-hewn 〈◊〉 Letters can Plots though moulded under 〈◊〉 Disclose , and their fell Complices confound : Witness that Fiery Pile which would have blo●● Up to the Clouds , Prince , People , Peers , and 〈◊〉 Tribunals , Church and Chappel , and had drid● The Thames , though swelling in her highest 〈◊〉 And parboyl'd the poor Fish , which from her 〈◊〉 Had been toss'd up to the adjoyning Lands . Lawyers as Vultures had soar'd up and down ; Prelates like Mag-pies in the Air had flown , Had not the Eagles Letter brought to light That Subterranean horrid work of Night . Credential Letters States and Kingdomes tie , And Monarchs knit in Ligues of Amitie ; They are those Golden Links that do enchain Whole Nations , though discinded by the Main : They are the Soul of Trade ; They make Commerce Expand it self throughout the Universe . Letters may more then History inclose , The choicest Learning both in Verse and Prose . They Knowledg can unto our souls display By a more gentle and familiar way . The highest points of State and Policy , The most severe parts of Philosophy , May be their subject , and their Themes enrich As well as privat businesses , in which Friends use to correspond , and Kindred greet , Merchants Negotiat , the whole world meet . In Seneca's rich Letters is inshrin'd What ere the ancient Sages left behind : Tully makes His the secret symptomes tell Of those Distempers which proud Rome befel , When in her highest flourish she would make Her Tyber of the Ocean homage take . Great Antonin the Emperour did gain More Glory by his Letters then his Raign , His Pen out-lasts his Pike ; each Golden Li●e In his Epistles doth his name inshrine . Aurelius by his Letters did the same , And they in chief immortallize his fame . Words vanish soon , and vapour into Air , While Letters on Record stand fresh and fair , And tell our Nephews who to us were dear , Who our choice Friends , who our Familiars were . The bashful Lover when his stammring Lips Falter , and fear some unadvised slips , May boldly court his Mistress with the Quill , And his hot passions to her brest instil : The Pen can furrow a fond Females heart , And pierce it more then Cupids feigned Dart. Letters a kind of Magic Vertu have , And like strong Philtres Human Souls inslave . Speech is the Index , Letters Idea's are Of the informing Soul : they can declare , And shew the inward man , as we behold A face reflecting in a Chrystal mould . They serve the Dead and Living ; they becom● Attorneys and Administers . In sum : Letters like Gordian Knots do Nations tie , Else all commerce and love 'twixt men 〈◊〉 die . To the Sagacious Reader . UT clavis portam , sic pandit Epistola pectus ; Clauditur Haec Cerâ , clauditur illa serâ . As Keys do open Chests , So Letters open Brests . Vpon a Rare and Recent Persian TRAGY-HISTORY . 1655. THis is an Age of Wonders ; ev'ry Clime Abounds with Prodigies : there is no Crime , Not a notorious Villany or Fact , No soul insandous Thing , or ugly Act , That ever Adams Sons did perpetrate , But we have flagrant instances of late . For Sacriledge , and horrid Blasphemy , Base Lyes , created Fears and Perjury ; For Scripture-pride , Extortion , Avarice , ( The root of all our ills , and leading vice ) For Public Frauds , False Lights , and Fatuous Fires ▪ Fanatic Fancies clad in Faiths attire ; For Politicians , if one could rake Hell , He hardly there could find their parallel . Did Machiavil , or Methro live agen , They would be counted Saints match'd with these men : For Murther , and the crying sin of Blood , The like , but one , was never since the Flood . In some , we may for these , and thousand 〈◊〉 , Vie Villanies with any Age before . Nor is it Europe only that doth breed Such Monsters , but the Asian Regions feed As bad ; witness this Persian Tragedy , Compil'd with so much Art and Energy : As if the Soul of Ben , of Pond'rous Ben , Did move in you , and guide both Brain and 〈◊〉 You make the Actors with such passion speak , As if the very Lines with Blood did reak . Go on , brave Spark , improve thy Talent 〈◊〉 And gain more ground on the Pierian Hill ▪ An Elegie upon EDWARD late Earl of Dorset , 1651. Who died about the time of voting down the House of PEERS . LOrds have been long declining , ( we well know ) And making their last Testaments : but now They are Defunct , They are extinguish'd All , And never like to rise by this Lords fall . A Lord whose Intellectuals alone Might make a House of Peers , and prop a Throne , Had not so dire a Fate hung ore the Crown , That Priviledge , Prerogative shold drown . Where ere he sate he sway'd , and Courts did awe , Gave Bishops Gospel , and the Judges Law With such exalted Reasons which did flow So cleer and strong , that made Astraea bow To his Opinion : for where He did side , Advantag'd more then half the Bench beside . But is great Sackvil dead ? Do we him lack ? And will not all the Elements wear Black ? Whereof he was compos'd a perfect Man , As ever Nature in one frame did span . Such High-born thoughts , a Soul so large 〈◊〉 So clear a Judgement , and vast Memory ; So princely Hospitable , and brave mind , We must not think in haste on earth to find , Unless the Times wold turn to Gold agen , And Nature get new strength in forming men His Person with it such a state did bring , That made a Court as if he had been King. No wonder , since He was so near a kin To Norfolks Duke , and the great Maiden 〈◊〉 He courage had enough by conquering One , To have confounded that whole Nation : Those parts which single do in some appear , Were all concentred here in one bright Sphear For Brain , Toung , Spirit , Heart , and Person●●● To mould up such a Lord will ask an Age. But how durst pale white-liverd Death seize o● So dauntless and heroick a Champion ? Yes , To die once is that uncancell'd Debt Which Nature claims , and raiseth by Eschet On all Mankind by an old Statute past Primo Adami , which will always last Without Repeal ; Nor can a second Lease Be had of life , when the first term doth cease . Mount , Noble Soul ; among the Stars take place , And make a new One of so bright a Race May Jove out-shine , that Venus still may be In a benign Conjunction with Thee , To check that Planet which on Lords hath lowr'd , And such malign Influxes lately pour'd . Be now a Star thy self for those which here Did on thy Crest and upper Robe appear : For thy Director take the Star we read , Which to thy Saviours Birth three Kings did lead . A Corollary . THus have I blubber'd out some Tears and Verse On this Renowned Heroe and his Herse : And could my Eyes have dropt down Perls upon 't In lieu of Tears , God knows I would have don 't : But Tears are real , Pearls for their Emblems go , The first are fitter to express my Wo. Let this small Mite suffice , until I may A larger tribut to his Ashes pay : In the mean time this Epitaph shall shut , And to my Elegy a period put . HEre lies a Grandee , by Birth , Parts , and Mind , Who hardly left his Parallel behind : Here lies the Man of Men , who should have been A King , An Emperour , had Fortune seen . Totus in Lachrymas solutus sic singultivit , I. H. An EPITHALAMIUM Vpon the Nuptials of that Princely Pair , 〈◊〉 Lo. Marquiss of Dorchester , And the Lady Katherine , Daughter to the 〈◊〉 Earl of Darby : In a Dialog Twixt Philemon and Sylvius . Philemon . WHat Object 's that which I behold Dazzling my Eyes with Gems and Gold Her Face , me thinks , darts such a Ray That adds more brightness to the Day : Her Breath perfumes the place , Her Curls and Hair Like Indian Spice Aromatize the Air. A sparkling White and Black breaks from her sight Like to the Diamonds redoubling light ; As she doth walk the very ground and stone , Turn to Field - Argent which she treads upon . A Mortal sure she cannot be , But some transcending Deity . My dearest Sylvius , pray unfold Who 's that rare Creture I behold ? Sylvius . She is a Princess and a Bride Goes to the Temple to be tide In Nuptial Bonds ; Her Stars will not permit That at the Vestal fires she longer sit . She 's Derby ' s Royal Blood , Derby le Gran , And now she travels to the I le of Man. She of the Princely Orenge is a Branch , Imp'd on the high Trimouillan stem of France , Two of the fairest Kingdoms strove , and tride Their utmost to compleat this lovely Bride . 'T is She which makes 'twixt Gems and Gold That Constellation you behold . Philemon . But who 's that comely Sanguin Peer Which on her heart-side walks so neer ? He likewise makes all Argent as he goes : Look at his feet how thick the Cinqfoyl grows . Sylvius . 'T is wise and wealthy Pierrpoint , who renowns With Titles three of Englands chiefest Towns : A precious Pond'rous Lord , whose sole Estate A Jury of new Barons might create , Patron of Vertu , Chivalry and Arts , Cause he himself excels in all these parts . 'T is he who by the hand doth hold That Demi-Goddess you behold . Philemon . Is 't so ? then my Autumnal Muse shall 〈◊〉 An Hymenaeum , and fetch back her Spring This subject a fresh vigor doth inspire , And heats my brain with an unusual fire . An HYMENAEVM , Or Bridal-Sonet : Consisting of four Stanzas , and to be sung by 〈◊〉 Voyces , according to a choice Air set thereupon ▪ By Mr. Will. Webb . 1 Chorus . MAy all felicity betide This Princely Bridegroom and his Bride . May those Delights this Morn shall bring Be endless , as their Nuptial Ring . May they be constant , and exceed Each others Wishes , Hopes and Creed . May the three Regions of the Air Pour showres of Blessings on this Pair , May Sol and Cynthia with their Rays Silver their Nights , and Gild their Days . 2 Chorus . All Joys attend , and best of Fate , This Noble Marquiss and His Mate . An HYMENAEUM . 2 Stanza . YE gentle Nymphs of Trent and Dee Make haste to this solemnity : Your streams and beds now meet in one By this High-sprung Conjunction . Ye Wood-Nymphs who green Garlands wear In Shirewood Launds and Delamer ; Ye Dames of Helicon attend , And Graces your sweet presence lend ; Lucina come , and pray there be Employment in due time for thee . Chorus . May all Felicity betide This Noble Bridegroom and his Bride . An HYMENAEVM . 3 Stanza . MAy they such gallant Males produce , Both to the Rose and Flowerdeluce ; That Englands Chivalry and French May multiply , and bourgeon hence : Whose Branches shooting ore the Main , May knit and blossome here again , That Pierrpoints Lyon and Cinqfoyl , May ramp and root in every Soyl : Nor may their Noble Race wear out Till Plato's great year wheel about . Chorus . May all Felicity betide This Noble Bridegroom and his Bride . An HYMENAEVM . 4 Stanza , Closing with a serious Gradual Vote . MAy all the Elements conspire To make them bless'd in their desire . May all the Stars on them reflect Their mildest looks in Trine Aspect . May all the Angels them defend From every thing doth ill portend . May Angels , Stars , and Elements , Afford them such compleat contents , That they have nothing els to wish But a Persueverance of Bliss . Chorus . All Joys attend , and best of Fare , This Noble Marquess , and his Mate . A Poem Heroique , Presented to his late Majesty for a New - 〈…〉 THe Worlds All-lightning Ey had now 〈◊〉 Through watry Capricorn his course 〈◊〉 Old Janus hastned on , his Temples bound With Ivy , his gray hairs with Holly crown'd , When in a serious quest my Thoughts did 〈◊〉 What Gift , as best becoming , I should chuse To Britains Monarch ( my dread Soveraig● 〈◊〉 Which might supply a New-years Offering ; I rummag'd all my stores , search'd all my 〈◊〉 Where nought appear'd , God wot , but 〈◊〉 No far-setch'd Indian Gem cut out of Rock , Or fish'd in shells were trusted under lock : No piece which Angelo's strong fancy hit , Or Titians Pensil , or rare Hylliards Wit : No Ermins , or black Sables , no such skins As the grim Tartar hunts , or takes in gins ; No Medals , or rich stuff of Tyrian Dy ; No costly Bowls of frosted Argentry : No curious Land-skip , or some Marble Piece Digg'd up in Delphos , or els-where in Greece . No Roman Perfumes , Buffs or Cordovans Suppled with Amber by Moreno's hands : No Arras or rich Carpets freighted ore The Surging Seas from Asia's doubtful shore . No Lyons Cub , or Beast of strange Aspect , Which in Numidia's fiery Womb had slept . No old Toledo Blades , or Damaskins ; No Pistols , or some rare-spring'd Carrabi●● . No Spanish Ginet , or choice Stallion sent . From Naples , or hot Africs Continent . In fine , I nothing found I could descry Worthy the hands of Caesar or his Ey . My Wits were at a stand , when lo , my Muse ( None of the Quire , but such as they do use For Laundresses or Handmaids of mean rank , I knew sometimes on Po and Isis Bank ) Did softly Buz , — Muse. — Then let Me something bring May hanfel the New-year to Charles my King , May usher in bifronted Janus . Poet. Thou fond fool-hardy Muse , thou silly thing Which 'mongst the Shrubs & Reeds dost use to sing , Dar'st thou perk up , and the tall Cedar clime , And venture on a King with gingling Rime ? Though all thy Words wer Perls , and Letters Gold , And cut in Rubies , or cast in a mould Of Diamonds , yet still thy Lines would be Too mean a Gift for such a Majesty . Muse. I 'le try , and hope to pass without disdain , In New-years-Gifts the Mind stands for the 〈◊〉 The Sophy , finding t was well meant , did do●g● Few drops of running-water from a Swain . Then sure , 't wil please my Leige if I him bring Some gentle drops from the Castalian Spring . Though Rarities I want of such account , Yet have I something on the Forked mount . 'T is not the first , or third access I made To Caesars feet , and thence departed glad : For as the Sun with his male heat doth render Nile's muddy slime fruitful , and apt t' engender And daily to produce new kind of Cretures Of various shapes , and thousand differing featu● So is my fancie quickned by the glance Of his benign aspect and countenance , It makes me pregnant , and to superfaete , Such is the vigour of his beams and heat . Once in a Vocal Forrest I did sing , And made the Oak to stand for Charles my King The best of Trees , whereof ( it is no vant ) The greatest Schools of Europe sing and chant . There you shall also finde Dame ARETINE , Great Henries Daughter , and great Britains Queen ; Her Name engraven in a Lawrel Tree , And so transmitted to Eternity ; For now I hear That Grove speaks besides Mine , The Language of the Loire , the Po , and Rhine ; And to my Prince ( my sweet Black Prince ) of late I did a youthful subject dedicate : Nor do I doubt but that in time my Trees Will yeild me fruit to pay Apollo's Fees , To offer up whole Hecatombs of praise To Caesar , if on them he cast his raies : And if my Lamp have Oyl , I may compile The Modern Annals of great Albions Isle , To vindicate the truth of Charles his Raign From scribling Pamphletors , who story stain With loose imperfect passages , and thrust Lame things upon the world , t'ane up in trust . I have had audience ( in another strain ) Of Europes greatest Kings , when German Main , And the Cantabrian waves I cross'd , I drank Of Tagus , Seine , and sate at Tibers bank : Through Scylla and Carybdis I have steer'd , Where restless Aetna belching flames appeer'd . By Greece , once Pallas Garden , then 〈◊〉 ▪ Now all ore-spread with Ignorance and 〈◊〉 : Nor hath fair Europe her vast bounds throughout , An Academe of Note I found not out . But now , I hope , in a successful prore , The Fates have fix'd me on sweet Englands shore ; And by these various wandrings tru I found , Earth is our common Mother , evry ground May be ones Country , for by birth each man Is in this world a Cosmopolitan , A free-born Burgess , and receivs thereby His Denization from Nativity . Nor is this Lower World but a huge Inn , And men the rambling passengers , wherein Some , warm Lodgings find , and that as soon As out of Natures Clossets they see Noon , And find the Table ready laid ; but some Must for their Commons trot , and trudge for room : With easie pace some clime Promotions Hill ; Some in the Dale , do what they can , stick still : Some through false Glasses Fortune smiling spy , Who still keeps off , though she appears hard by : Some like the Ostrich with their wings do flutter , But cannot fly or soar above the Gutter : Some quickly fetch , and double Good-Hopes Cape ; Some nere can do 't , though the same course they shape : So that poor Mortals are so many Balls Toss'd some ore Line , some under Fortunes walls . And it is Heavens high plesure Man shouldly Obnoxious to this partiality , That by industrious ways he should contend Natures short pittance to improve and mend . Now Industry nere fail'd at last t' advance Her patient Sons above the reach of Chance . Poet. But wihther rov'st thou thus — ? Well , since I see thou art so strongly bent , And of a Gracious Look so confident ; Go , And throw down thy self at Caesars feet , And in thy best attire thy Soveraign greet : Go , an auspicious and most blissful year Wish him , as ere shin'd ore this Hemisphear ; Good may the Entrance , better the Middle be , And the Conclusion best of all the three . Of Joy ungrudg'd may each day be a debter , And evry Morn still usher in a better ; May the soft-gliding Nones , and evry Ide , With all the Calends , still some good betide ; May Cynthia with kind looks , and Phoebus rays One clear his Nights , the other gild his Days : Free Limbs , unphysik'd Health , due Appetite , Which no Sawce els but Hunger may excite : Sound Sleeps , green Dreams be His , which represent Symptomes of Health , and the next days content : Chearful and vacant thoughts , not always bound To Councel , or in deep Idea's drown'd : ( Though such late traverses and tumults might Turn to a lump of care , the Airiest wight . ) And since while fragile flesh doth us array , The Humours still are combating for sway ( Which , were they free of this Reluctancie , And counter-pois'd , Man wold immortal be . ) May Sanguin ore the rest predominate In Him , and their malignant flux abate . May his great Queen , in whose imperious Ey Reigns such a world of winning Majesty Like the rich Olive , or Falernian Vine , Swell with more Gems of Cions Masculine : And as her Fruit sprung from the Rose and Luce , ( The best of Stems Earth yet did ere produce ) Is ti'd already by a Sanguin Lace , To all the Kings of Europes high-born Race ; So may they shoot their youthful Branches ore The Surging Seas , and graff with evry shore . May home-commerce and Trade encrease from far , That both the Indies meet within his bars , And bring in mounts of Coin his Mints to feed , And Banquers ( Trafics chief Supporters ) breed , Which may enrich his Kingdoms , Court & Town , And ballast still the Coffers of the Crown : For Kingdoms are as Ships , the Prince his Chests The Ballast , which if empty , when distrest With storms , their holds are lightly trimm'd , the Keel Can run no steady course , but toss and reel . May his Imperial Chamber always ply To his desires her wealth to multiply , That she may prize his Royal Favours more Then all the wares fetch'd from the great Mogor . May the grand Senate , with the Subjects right , Put in the counter-Scale the Regal might The flowres o' th' Crown , that they may prop each other , And like the Grecians Twin live , love together : For the chief glory of a peeple is The power of their King , as Theirs is His. May he be still within himself at home , That no just Passion make the Reson roam : Yet Passions have their turns to rouse the Soul , And stir her slumb'ring spirits , not controul . For as the Ocean beside Ebb and Flood ( Which Natures greatest Clerk ne're understood ) Is not for sail , if an impregning wind Fill not the flagging Canvas ; so a mind Too calm , is not for Action , if desire Heats not its self at Passions quickning fire : For Nature is allow'd sometimes to muster Her Passions , so they onely blow , not blus●er . May Justice still in her true Scales appear , And Honour fix'd in no unworthy Sphear , Unto whose Palace all access shold have Through Vertues Temple , not through Pluio's 〈◊〉 . May his tru subjects hearts be his chief Fo●● ▪ Their Purse his Tresure , and their Love his 〈◊〉 Their Prayers as sweet Incence to draw down Myriads of Blessings on his Queen and Crown . And now that his glad presence did asswage That fearful Tempest in the North did rage : May those Frog-vapours in the Irish Sky Be scatter'd by the Beams of Majesty , That the Hybernian Lyre give such a sound , May on our Coasts with joyful Eccho's bound . And when this fatal Planet leaves to lowr , Which too too long on Monarchies doth powr His direful influence , may Peace once more Descend from Heaven on our tottering shore , And ride in triumph both on Land and Main , And with her Milk-white Steeds draw CHARLES his Wain : That so for those Saturnian times of old , An Age of Perl may come in lieu of Gold. Vertu still guide his course ; and if there be A thing as Fortune Him accompany . May no ill Genius haunt him , but by 's side The best protecting-Angel ever bide . May He go on to vindicate the right Of Holy things , and make the Temple bright , To keep that Faith , that sacred Truth entire , Which he receiv'd from Solomon his Sire : And since we all must hence by th' Ir'n Decree Stamp'd in the Black Records of Destiny , Late may his Life , his Glory nere wear out , Till the great year of Plato wheel about . Before The History of NAPLES , Called , PARTHENO●E , Or , The Virgin-City . Salve Parthenope , Decora Salve . PArthenope , a City bright as Gold , Or if the Earth could bear a richer Mold , Is come to greet Great Britain , ( Queen of Iles ) And to exchange some Silks for Wool : She smiles To find that Cloath shold wear and feel so fine As do her Grograns ; she doth half repine That Lemsters Ore , and Spires of fallow'd Grass The Leafs of Mulberries should so surpass Which so abound in Her , with evry thing Which pleasure , wealth , or wonderment can bring , That Nature seems to strive how she shold please Herself , or Vs with rare varieties . There her own Eawd to be she may be said , As if the Wanton with her self she plaid . Let England then strow Rushes all the way To welcome in the fair Parthenopay : For I dare say , she never yet came ore In such a Garb to visit any shore . Of the most curious Gardens , Groves , Mounts , Arbours , &c. Contriv'd , and lately made by The Lord Vicount Killmorry , At Dutton-Hall in Cheshire . A Prosopopoeia to Cheshire . CHeshire , thou Shire of Men , of Mines & Mounts , Of Squires and Barons , Palatines and Counts , Of curious Groves and Arbours , Walks & Woods , Prophetique Trees and Castles , Founts and Floods , Of stately Dee , whereon in times of yore , Four Kings an English Monarch row'd ashore . Dee who runs sporting through thy wanton Vale ▪ Descending proudly from high-crested Wales . More Rarities thou hast , could they be told Then once thy Roman Legion was of old ; Which here I will not venture to inclose , Th' are fitter for a Volume in rich Prose . But now , 'mong thy choice Landskips Dutt●●-H●ll , For Mount , Grove , Arbour , Well , surpasseth all . Killmorry Mount with Morhalls Grove , Ann's Well , And Dutton Arbour bear away the Bell ; A Mount , which all the Muses might invite , And make them Parnasse-Hill abandon quite . A Grove , which chaste Diana with her train , And all the Nymphs of Greece might entertain A Well for Vertue , which defiance bids To all , except her Neighbour Winefrids Whose rare Sanative Waters are so pure That sundry sorts of Maladies can cure . Oh , could they cure the madness that now raigns , The odd Vertigo which distracts the Brains Of many thousands , that Lycanthropy , Turns men to wolfs by strange Transformity ! A Transformation England never knew , Till she brought forth this Hell-bred ugly Crew ; Such a prodigious Metamorphosis , Poor baffled England never felt like this . And as this Princely seat so much excels , So do the Lord and Lady who there dwells ; A brave wise Peer , a gallant fruitful Dame ; Both of a taintless and far-spreading fame , Bless'd with an Off-spring numerous and fair ; The Gerards hence , the Needhams have an Heir , And Duttons too : three ancient Families From this Prolifique Hall now have their rise . In sum : This Noble Lady and her Peer , Of any Earthly Mortals come most neer , In point of Happiness and state of Bliss , To those white souls who peeple Paradis . Before that Exquisit large Peece , A Survay Of the City and Signory of Venice . COuld any State on Earth immortal be , Venice by her rare Government is she . Venice , great Neptunes Minion , still a Maid , Though by the Warlik'st Potentats essay'd , Yet she retains her Virgin-water pure , Nor any forraign mixtures can endure , Though , Syren-like , on Shore and Sea , her face Enchants all those whom once she doth embrace . Nor is there any can her Beauty prize But he who hath beheld her with his eyes . These following Leaves display , if well observ'd , How she so long her Maiden-head preserv'd , How for sound Prudence she still bore the Bell , Whence may be drawn this high-fetch'd parallel : Venus and Venice are , Great Queens in their degree ; Venus is Queen of Love , Venice of Policy . A Fit of MORTIFICATION . 1. WEak crazy Mortal , why dost fear To leave this Earthly Hemisphear ? Where all delights away do pass Like thy Effigies in a Glass , Each thing beneath the Moon is frail and fickle ; Death sweeps away what Time cuts with his sickle . 2. This Life at best is but an Inn , And we the Passengers , wherein The Cloth is laid to some , before They peep out of Dame Natures dore , And warm Lodgings find , Others there are Must trudge to find a room , and shift for fare . 3. This Life 's at longest but one day : He who in Youth posts hence away Leaves us i' th' Morn ; He who who hath run His race till Manhood , parts at Noon ; And who at seventy odd forsakes this light , He may be said to take his leave at Night . 4. One paest makes up the Prince and Peasan , Though one eat Roots , the other Feasan : They nothing differ in the Stuff , But both extinguish like a Snuff . Why then , fond Man , shold thy soul take dismay To sally out of these gross walls of Clay ? A Lovers Protestation . FIrst shall the Heavens bright Lamp forget to shine , The Stars shall from the Azur'd Sky decline : First shall the Orient with the West shake hand , The Centre of the World shall cease to stand : First Wolves shall ligue with Lambs , the Dolphins fly , The Lawyer and Physitian Fees deny : The Thames with Tagus shall exchange her bed , My Mistriss locks with mine shall first turn red : First Heaven shall lie below , and Hell above , Ere I inconstant to my Delia prove . Vpon Himself , having been buried alive for many years in the Prison of the Fleet , By the State or Long Parliament For his Loyalty . HEre lies intomb'd a Walking Thing , Whom Fortune , with the State did fling Between these Walls . Why ? Ask not that ; They both being blind , know not for what ▪ A Gradual Hymn of a double cadence , tending to the Honour of the Holy Name of God. 1. LEt the vast Universe , And therein evry thing The mighty Acts rehearse Of their immortal King , His Name extol , What to Nadir , From Zenith stir , 'Twixt Pole and Pole. 2. Ye Elements that move , And alter evry hour , Yet herein constant prove , And symbolize all four : His praise to tell , Mix all in one , For Air and Tone , To sound this Peal . 3. Earth , which the Centre art , And onely standest still , Yet move , and bear thy part , Resound with Ecchoes shrill . Thy Mines of Gold , With Precious Stones , And Unions , His fame uphold . 4. Let all thy fragrant Flowers Grow sweeter by this Air ; Thy tallest Trees and Bowers Bud forth and blossom fair : Beasts wild and tame , Whom Lodgings yeild , House , Dens or Field , Collaud his Name . 5. Ye Seas with Earth that make One Globe flow high , and swell , Exalt your Makers Name , In Deep his Wonders tell : Leviathan , And what doth swim Neer Bank of Brim , His Glory scan . 6. Ye Airy Regions all , Joyn in a sweet concent , Blow such a Madrigal May reach the Firmament : Winds , Hail , Ice , Snow , And perly Drops That hang on Crops , His Wonders show . 7. Pure Element of Fire , With holy sparks inflame This Sublunary Quire , That all one Consort frame . Their spirits raise To Trumpet forth Their Makers worth , And sound his praise . 8. Ye glorious Lamps that roul In your Coelestial Sphears , All under his controul , Who you on Poles up-bears ; Him magnifie , Ye Planets bright , And fixed Lights That deck the Skie . 9. O Heav'n Chrystalline , Which by the Watry hue Dost temper and refine The rest in Azur'd Blue : His Glory sound , Thou first Mobeel , Which mak'st all wheel In circle round . 10. Ye Glorious Souls who raign In sempiternal Joy , Free from that flesh and pain , Which here did you annoy , And him behold , In whom all Bliss Concentred is ; His laud unfold . 11. Bless'd Maid which dost surmount All Saints and Seraphims , And raign'st as Paramount , And chief of Cherubims ; Chaunt out his praise , Who in thy Womb Nine moneths took room , Though crown'd with rays . 12. Oh let my Soul and Heart , My Mind and Memory Bear in this Hymn a part , And joyn with Earth and Sky . Let evry Wight , The whole world ore , Laud and adore The Lord of Light. Vpon a Beutiful Valentine . A Sonnet . COuld I charm the Queen of Loves To lend a Quill of her white Doves , O● one of Cupids pointed wings , Lipt in the fair Castalian springs : Then wold I write the All-divine Perfections of my Valentine . As mongst all flowers the Rose excels , As Amber ▪ mongst the fragrant'st smells , As mongst all Minerals the Gold , As Marble mongst the finest Mold , As Diamonds mongst Jewels bright , As Cynthia mongst the lesser lights ; So mong the Northern Beauties shine , So far excels my Valentine . In Rome and Naples I did view Faces of Coelestial hue ; Venetian Dames I have seen many , ( I onely saw them , touch'd not any ) Of Spanish Beauties , Dutch and French I have beheld the Quintessence ; Yet saw I none that could out-shine , Or Parallel my Valentine . Th' Italians they are coy and quaint , But they grosly daub and paint ; The Spanish kind are apt to please , But sav'ring of the same disease ; Of Dutch and French some few are comely , The French are light , the Dutch are homely : Let Tagus , Po , the Loire and Rhine Then vail unto my Valentine . Here may be seen pure white and red , Not by feign'd Art , but Nature wed ; No simpering smiles , no mimic face , Affected jesture , or forc'd face : A fair-smooth front , free from least wrinkle , Her eyes ( Oy me ) like Stars do twinkle . Thus all perfections do combine To beutifie my Valentine . Vpon Black Eyes , and Becoming Frowns . A Sonnet . BLack Eyes , in your dark Orbs doth lie My ill or happy Destiny : If with clear looks you me behold , You give me Mines and Mounts of Gold ; If you dart forth disdainful rays , To your own dy you turn my days . Black Eyes , in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss , my Paradis or Hell. That Lamp which all the Stars doth blind , Yeilds to your lustre in some kind , Though you do wear to make you bright No other dress but that of Night . He glitters onely in the Day , You in the Dark your beams display . Black Eyes , in your two Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss , my Paradis or Hell. The cunning Thief that lurks for prize , At some Dark Corner watching lies : So that heart-robbing God doth stand In your Black Lobbies shaft in hand , To rifle me of what I hold ▪ More precious far then Indian Gold. Black Eyes , in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss , my Paradis or Hell. O powerful Negromantic Eyes , Who in your Circles strictly pries , Will find that Cupid with his Dart In you doth practise the Black Art ; And by those Spells I am possest , Tries his conclusions in my Brest . Black Eyes , in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss , my Paradis or Hell. Look on me , though in frowning wise ; Some kind of frowns become Black Eyes As pointed Diamonds being set , Cast greater lustre out of Jet : Those pieces we esteem most rare Which in night-shadows postur'd are : Darkness in Churches Congregats the sight Devotion straies in glaring light . Black Eyes , in your dark Orbs by changes dwell My Bane or Bliss , my Paradis or Hell. Vpon Clorinda's Mask . SO have I seen the Sun in his full pride Ore-cast with sullen Clouds , and loose his light : So have I seen the brightest Stars denide To shew their lustre in some gloomy Night : So Angels pictures have I seen vail'd ore , That more devoutly men should them adore : So with a Mask I saw Clorinda hide Her face more bright then was the Lemnian Bride . Vpon Dr. Davies British-Grammar . 'T Was a rough Task , believe it , thus to tame A wild and Wealthy Language , and to frame Grammatic toiles to curb her , so that she Now speaks by Rules , and sings by Prosodie : Such is the strength of Art rough things to shape , And of rude Commons rich Inclosures make . Doubtless much Oyl and Labour went to couch Into Methodic Rules the rugged Dutch : The Rabbies pass my reach , but judge I can Something of Clenard and Quintilian ; And for those Modern Dames I find they three Are onely lops cut from the Latian Tree ; And easie 't was to square them into parts , The Tree it self so blossoming with Arts. I have been shewn for Irish and Bascuence , Imperfect Rules couch'd in an Accidence : But I find none of these can take the start Of Davies , or that prove more Men of Art , Who in exacter Method and clear way , The Idioms of a Language do display . This is the Toung the Birds sung in of old , And Druyds their dark Knowledg did unsold : Merlin in this his Prophecies did vent , Which through the world of fame bear such extent . This spoak that Son of Mars , that Britain bold Who first 'mongst Christian-Worthies is inroll'd : This Brennus , who , to his desire and glut , This Mistress of the world did prostitut . This Arviragus and King Catarac Sole free , when all the world was on Romes rack . This Lucius who on Angels wings did soar To Rome , and would wear Diadem no more . With thousand Hero's more , which shold I tell , This New-year scarce wold serve me : So fare well ▪ Upon Christmas-Day . 1. HAil Holy Tide , Wherein a Bride , A Virgin ( which is more ) Brought forth a Son , The like was done Nere in the World before . 2. Hail , Spotless Maid : Who thee upbraid To have been born in Sin , Do little weigh What in thee lay , Before thou didst Lie-in . 3. Three moneths thy Wombe Was made the Dome Of Him , whom Earth nor Air , Nor the vast mold Of Heaven can hold , Cause he 's Vbiquitair . 4. O would he daign To rest and raign l'th' centre of my heart , And make it still His Domicil , And Residence in part . 5. But in so foul a Cell Can he abide to dwell ? Yes , when he please to move His Harbenger to sweep the Room , And with rich Odours it perfume Of Faith , of Hope , of Love. Vpon my Honoured Friend and F. Mr. Ben. Johnson . ANd is thy Glass run out ? is that Oyl spent Which light to such strong sinewy labours Well Ben , I now perceive that all the Nine , lent ? Though they their utmost forces shold combine , Cannot prevail 'gainst Nights three Daughters , but One still must spin , one twist , the other cut : Yet in despight of Distaff , Clue , and Knife , Thou in thy strenuous Lines hast got a Life ; Which like thy Bays shall flourish evry Age While Sock or Buskin shall ascend the Stage . — Sic vaticinatur J. H. For the admitting Mistriss Anne King to be the tenth Muse. LAdies of Helicon , do not repine I add one more unto your Number Nine To make it even : I among you bring No meaner then the Daughter of a King ; Fair Basil-Ana : quickly pass your voice , I know Apollo will approve the choice , And gladly her install , for I could name Some of less merit Goddesses became . A Hymn to the Blessed Trinity . To the first Person . TO thee , Dread Soveraign , and dread Lord , Which out of Nought didst me afford Essence and Life , who mad'st me Man , And oh , much more a Christian : Lo , from the centre of my heart , All Laud and Glory I impart . Hallelujah . To the Second . TO Thee blessed Saviour who didst free My Soul from Satans Tyranny , And madst her capable to be An Angel of thy Hierarchy : From the same Centre do I raise All Honour and immortal Praise . Hallelujah . To the Third . TO Thee sweet Spirit I return That Love wherewith my heart doth burn , And these bless'd Notions of my Brain I now breath up to thee again : O let them redescend , and still My Soul with holy Raptures fill . Hallelujah . A short Ejaculation . O God , who can those Passions tell Wherewith my heart to Thee doth swell ? I cannot better them declare Then by the Wish made by that rare Aurelian Bishop , who of old Thy Oracles in Hippo told . If I were Thou , and Thou wert I , I would resigne the Deity : Thou sholdst be God , I wold be Man ; Is 't possible that love more can ? Oh pardon , that my Soul hath tane So high a flight , and grows prophane . A Hym● of Mortification . 1. LOrd I cry , Lord I fly To thy Throne of Grace : This World is irksome unto me : In my mind stings I find Of that dismal place , Where pains still growing young ner● die . O thou whose clemency Reacheth from Earth to Sky , Set my sins from me as wide As is East From the West , Or the Court of Bliss From the Infern Abyss , So far let us asunder ever bide . 2. ANgels blest , With the rest Of that Heavenly Quire , Which Halleluja's always sing : Fain wold I Mount on high , And those seats aspire , Where evry Season is a constant Spring . O Thou who thought'st no scorn To be in Bethlem born , Though grand Monarch of the Sky Through a Flood Of thy Blood Let me safely dive , And at that Port arrive , Where I may ever rest from shipwrack free . 3. FAith and Hope , Take your scope , And my Pilots be To waft me to this blisful Bay : Gently guide Through the tide Of mans misery , My Bark that it loose not the way . When landed I shall be At that Port , pardon me If I bid you both farewel , Onely Love Reigns above 'Mong Coelestial Souls , Where Passion not controuls , Nor any thing but Charity doth dwell . 4. LOrd of light , In thy sight Are those Mounts of Bliss Which Humane Brains transcends so far , Ear nor Ey Can descry , Nor heart fully wish , Or Toungs of Men and Saints declare Those Sense-surmounting Joys That free from all annoys For those few up-treasur'd lie , Which ere Sun Shone at Noon , Have their Names enroll'd In Characters of Gold , Through the white Volume of Eternity . A Holy RAPTVRE . COuld I screw up my Brain so high With soaring Raptures that might fly Unto the Empirean Sky , How would I laud the Lord of light , Who fills all things , and every Wight With Plenty , Vigour and Delight ? My Voice with Hallelujahs loud Shold pierce , and dissipate the Clouds , Which in the Airie Region croud . Then through the Element of Fire Unto the Stars they should aspire , And so to the Seraphick Quire. Thus Earth and Sky with every thing Should joyn with me , and Carrols sing Unto the Everlasting King. An EJACULATION To my CREATOR . AS the parch'd Field doth thirst for Rain When the Dog-star makes Sheep and Swain Of an unusual Drowth complain , So thirsts my Heart for Thee . As the chac'd Deer doth pant and bray After some brook , or cooling Bay When Hounds have worried her astray , So pants my Heart for Thee . As the forsaken Dove doth mone When her beloved Mate is gone , And never rests , while self alone , So mones my Heart for Thee . Or as the Teeming Earth doth mourn In Black ( like Lover at an Urn ) Till Titan's quickning Beams return , So do I mourn , mone , pant and thirst For Thee who art my Last and First . Vpon a Fit of DISCONSOLATION , or Despondency of Spirit . EArly and late , both night and day , By Moon-shine and the Suns bright Ray , When spangling Stars emboss'd the Sky , And deck'd the Worlds vast Canopy , I sought the Lord of Light and Life , But Oh my Lord kept out of sight . As at all Times , so evry Place I made my Church to seek his Face : In Forests , Chases , Parks and Wood ▪ On Mountains , Meadows , Fields and 〈◊〉 I sought the Lord of Life and Light ▪ But still my Lord kept out of sight . On Neptun's back , when I could see But few pitch'd planks 'twixt Death and me , In Freedom and in Bondage long , With Groans and Cries , with Pray'r and Song , I sought the Lord of Life and Light , But still my Lord kept out of sight . In Chamber , Closet , ( swoln with Tears ) ● sent up Vows for my Arrears ; In Chappel , Church and Sacrament , ( The Souls Ambrosian Nourishment ) I sought the Lord of Life and Light , But still my Lord kept out of sight . What ? is mild Heaven turn'd to Brass , That neither sigh nor sob can pass ? Is all Commerce 'Twixt Earth and Sky Cut off from Adams Progeny ? That thus the Lord of Life and Light Should so , so long keep out of sight ? Such Passions did my mind assail , Such terrours did my spirits quail , When lo , a beam of Grace shot out Through the dark clouds of sin and doubt , Which did such quickning sparkles dart , That pierc'd the centre of my heart . O how my spirits came again , How evry cranny of my brain Was fill'd with heat and wonderment , With●joy and ravishing content , When thus the Lord of Life and Light Did re-appeer unto my sight ? Learn Sinners hence , 't is nere too late . To knock and cry at Heavens gate ; That Begger 's bless'd who doth not faint , But re-inforceth still his plaint : The longer that the Lord doth hide his Face , More bright will be his after-beams of Grace . Vpon the most Noble Work of the Lo. Mar. of Winchester , By rendring the French Gallery of Ladies into English. 1. THe World of Ladies must be honour'd much , That so sublime a Personage , that such A Noble Peer , and Pen should thus display Their Vertues , and expose them to the day . 2. His praises are like those coruscant Beams VVhich Phoebus on high Rocks of Crystal streams : The Matter and the Agent grace each other : So Danae did when Jove made her a Mother . 3. Queens , Countesses and Ladies go , unlock Your Cabinets , draw forth your richest stock Of Jewels , and his Coronet adorn VVith Rubies , Perl , and Saphyres yet unworn . 4. Rise early , gather flow'rs now in the spring , Twist wreaths of Laurel , and fresh Garlands bring To crown the Temples of this high-born Peer , And make him your Apollo ▪ all the yeer . And when his soul shall leave this Earthly Mine , Then offer sacrifice unto his shrine . Vpon the untimely Death of the Lord Fra. Villars , Kill'd neer Kingston upon Thames . HEre lies a Noble Posthumus inhum'd , VVhose youthful breath that Sanguin Field perfum'd Where while his heart with Martial flames did swell , Among a Cru of Cannibals he fell . Such a hard Destiny did post from hence His gallant Sire , yet with this difference : One Assassin fell'd him , but this brave Spray Base Rebels in whole throngs did rend away . Vpon the Holy Sacrament . 1. HAil holy Sacrament , The worlds great VVonderment , Mysterious Banquet , much more rare Then Manna , or the Angels fare ; Each crum , though sinners on thee feed , Doth Cleopatra's Perl exceed . Oh how my Soul doth hunger , thirst and pine After these Cates so precious , so divine ! 2. She need not bring her Stool As some unbidden Fool ; The Master of this Heavenly Feast Invites and wooes her for his Guest : Though Deaf and Lame , Forlorn and Blind , Yet welcome here she 's sure to find , So that she bring a Vestment for the day , And her old tatter'd Rags throw quite away . 3. This is Bethsaida's Pool That can both clense and cool Poor leprous and diseased souls , An Angel here keeps and controuls , Descending gently from the Heavens above To stir the waters ; May He also move My mind , and rockie heart so strike and rend , That tears may thence gush out with them to blend . A Divine EJACVLATION . AS to the Pole the Lilly bends In a Sea-compass , and still tends By a Magnetic Mystery Unto the Artic point in Sky , Whereby the doubtful Piloteer His course in gloomy Nights doth steer ; So the small Needle of my Heart Moves to her Maker , who doth dart Atomes of Love , and so attracts All my affections , which like sparks Fly up , and guide my Soul by this To the tru centre of her Bliss . Of the Scene , and ingenious Composure of a Florentine Tragi-Comedy . FLorence 'mong Cities bears the name of Fair For Streets and stately Structures , Site & Air : A City , as a late Historian says , Fit onely to be seen on Holy-days . She breeds great Wits for high attempts and trust , Though often bent on black Revenge and Lust , We know the purest Streams have woose and slime , So Vices mix with Vertu in this Clime ; And there are store of Stories in that kind , Which as I write , come crowding to my mind : But this of yours will serve for all , which is Compil'd with so much Art , that doubtful 't is VVhether the Toscan Actors shew'd more Wit In plotting , as You did in penning it . Vpon the Poems of Dr. Aylet , An Ancient Master of the Chancery . THough the Castalian Dames ( and all the rest Of women-kind ) love youthful spirits best , Yet I have known them oftentimes inspire Autumnal brains with heats of Enthean fire : Nay , 't is observ'd in those whom Phoebus loves , The more the Sense impairs , the Soul improves ; He darts on Aged Trees so bright a stroke , As on the Standel of a lustie Oke . This work of yours , this mirrour of your minde , Is a clear proof hereof , wherein I finde Your Autumn , Spring , and Summer still the same , Your Evening , Morn and Noon have the like flame Of Apollinean fire , in such degree May melt the Readers into Poesie : Your Fancie with the Leaf doth neither fall Nor fade , but still is sappy , streight and tall . Here are no whimsies , and strong Lines that swell , And more of Garlick then the Lamp do smell ; Such as those rambling Rimers use to vent , Who raise their Muse on stilts , and not content To tread on earth , do mount so high a stair , That their conceits prove Non-sense , Froth and Air. Here 's no such Stuff , but Substance and rare Sense , Sound Rules and Precepts may be cull'd out hence : Your Quadrains Symphonize with Pybracks strains , As if his Soul were transient in your brains . Your smooth just Cadencies , and gentle Verse , Suit with the pious Matter you rehearse , As all will judge , who have their brains well knit , And do not love extravagance of Wit. If such your Readers be , you need not fly From any Sentence to the Chancery . The Description of a Morning Expergefaction , After an unusual Dream or Vision . 1656. SO Rest to Motion , Night to Day doth yeild , Silence to Noise , the Stars do quit the Field , My Cinq Ports all fly ope , the Phantasie Gives way to outward Objects , Ear and Eye Resume their Office , so doth Hand and Lip ; I hear the Carmans Wheel , the Coachmans Whip . The Prentice ( with my sense ) his Shop unlocks , The Milk-maid seeks her Pail , Porters their frocks ▪ All cries and sounds return , except one thing I hear no Bell for Mattins Toll or Ring . Being thus awak'd , and staring on the light Which silver'd all my face and glaring sight , I clos'd my eyes again , to recollect What I had dreamt , and make my thoughts reflect Upon themselves , which here I do expose To evry knowing Soul : and may all those ( Whose Brains Apollo with his gentle Ray Hath moulded of a more refined Clay ) That read this Dream , thereby such Profit reap As I did Plesure ; Then they have It cheap . Est sensibilium simia somnium , J. H. To Mrs . E. B. Vpon a sudden SURPRISAL . A Pelles , Prince of Painters , did All others in that Art exceed ▪ But You surpass him , for He took Some Pains and Time to draw a Look ; You in a trice and moments space , Have Pourtray'd in my Heart your Face . Vpon the Nativity of our Saviour , Christmas-Day . 1. WOnder of Wonders , Earth with Sky Time mingleth with Eternity , And Matter with Immensity . 2. The Sun becomes an Atom , and a Star Turns to a Candle to light Kings from far To see a spectacle so wondrous rare . 3. A Virgin bears a Son , that Son doth bear A world of sin , acquitting mans arrear Since guilty Adam fig-tree leaves did wear . 4. A Majesty both infinit and just Offended was , therefore the Offering must Be such , to expiat frail flesh and dust . 5. When no such Victime could be found Throughout the whole Expansive round Of Heaven , of Air , of Sea or Ground , 6. The Prince of Life Himself descends To make Astraea full amends , And Human Soul from Hell defends . 7. Was ever such a Love as this , That the Eternal Heir of Bliss Should stoop to such a low Abyss ? To my Dear Mother , The Vniversity of OXFORD , Before Mr. Cartwrights Poems of CHRIST-CHURCH . 1650. Alma Mater , MAny do suck thy Breasts , but now in some Thy Milk turns into froth , and spumy scum ▪ In Others it converts to rheum and fleam , Or some poor Wheyish stuff in steed of Cream . In Some it doth Malignant Humors breed , And make the Head turn round , ( as that side Tweed ) Which Humors vaporing up into the Brains , Break out to odd Fanatik sottish strains ; It makes them dote and rave , fret , fume and foam , And strangely from the Text in Pulpits roam : When they shold preach of Rheims , they prate of Rome ; Their Theme is Birch , their Preachment is of Brome ▪ Nor mong thy Foorders onely such are found , But who came ore the Bridge are much more Round . Some of thy Sons prove Bastards , sordid , base , Who having suck'd Thee throw Dirt in Thy face : When they have squeez'd thy Nipples and chaste Paps , They dash thee on the Nose with Frumps and Raps ▪ They grumble at thy Commons , Buildings , Rents , And wold Thee bring to Farthing Decrements . Few by the Milk sound Nutriment now gain , For want of good Concoction from the Brain . But this choice Son of Thine is no such Brat ; Thy Milk in Him did so Coagulat , That it became Elixir , as we see , In these smooth streams of fluent Poesie . To the Rarely Ingenious Mrs . A. WEEMES , Vpon Her SUPPLEMENT To Sir Philip Sydneys Arcadia . IF a Male Soul by Transmigration can Pass to a Female , and Her spirits Man , Then sure some Sparks of Sydneys Soul hath flown Into your Breast , which may in time be blown To Flames ; for 't is the course of Enthean Fire To kindle by degrees , and Brains inspire : As Buds to Blossoms , Blossoms turn to Fruit , So Wits ask Time to ripen and recruit . But yours gives Time the start , as All may see In this smooth Peece of Early Poesie : Which like sparks of one flame may well aspire , If Phoebus please , to a Sydneyan Fire . A sudden Rapture Vpon the Horrid Murthering of his late Majesty . SO fell great Britains Oke by a Wild Crew Of Mongrel Shrubs which underneath Him grew ; So fell the Lyon by a pack of Curs , So the Rose wither'd twixt a Knot of Burs . So fell the Eagle by a swarm of Gnats , So the Whale perish'd 'twixt a Shoal of Sprats . An EPITAPH Vpon CHARLES the First . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . IF to Subdu Himself , if to obtain A Conquest ore the Passions , be to Raign , Here lies the Greatest King , ( who can say more ? ) Of All can come behind , or went before . Vpon a Cupboard of Venice-Glasses , sent for a New-years-gift to a choice Lady . Madame , IF on this New-years-gift you cast an eye , You plainly may therein at once descry A twofold quality ; for there will appear A brittle substance , but the Object clear . So in the Donor , Madame , you may see These Qualities inherent for to be : His Pow'r which brittle little is , Helas , His Mind sincere , and pure as any Glass . The old Philospher did wish there were A window in his Heart of Chrystal clear , Through which his friends might the more clearly see His inward Passions , and Integrity . I wish the like , for then you sure wold rest Of my clear Mind , and motions of my Brest . But if it question'd be to what intent With Venice-Glasses I do you present , I answer , That I could no Gift perceive So fit for me to give , you to receive : For those rare Graces that in you excel , And you that hold them , one may parallel Unto a Venice-Glass , which as 't is clear , And can admit no poyson to come near , So Vertu dwells in you , nor can endure That Vice shold harbour in a Brest so pure . A Passionat ELEGIE Vpon His Long-endeared Friend , Daniel Caldwal Esq A Heart high swoln with grief in this sad Verse , Le ts fall these brackish tears upon thy Herse , Distill'd from that pure Salt of long-bred Love , Which twice ten Summers did betwixt us move . O how my Soul doth melt when my Thoughts run Upon those days our friendship first begun Among the Muses on fair Isis banks , Where Youth doth play so many sportful pranks ; When Liberty ore-aw'd by Tutors frown , And Mirth half-stoln is far more pleasing known . From Isis to the Thames Affections flew , And with new sparks of Love still hotter grew : Nere Damon to his Pythias prov'd more dear Then Dan to Me ; nere shin'd their love more clear . Those Twins which now in Azur'd Skies do glide , And Pilots through rough Neptun's Surges guide . Our Souls did seem to one another pass By Transmigration ; an Elizium was There where we met : We did so sympathize , That Hearts seem'd to make Sallies through the eys . Thus liv'd we long , till all-disposing Fate To check this friendship Us did separate , Put Seas between Us , many thousand mile Thrice cut me from my Dan and Albions Ile . Yet , ma●gre this large distance We did meet , And still by Internuntial Letters greet . The Horizon of Love is large , He spies His wished Object wheresoere it lies , From Pole to Pole , from Thule unto Gades , He flying soars through Air , through Seas he wade● . This found I tru , when Tagus , Loire and Po , Clowd-threatning Alps , and Pyrenean Snow I cross'd , me thought the further still I steer'd My Dan still nearer to my mind appeer'd ; My thoughts by day , my phantasie by night Would frequently convay him to my sight : I miss'd , and found Him ; miss'd him to the eye , Yet found him in my Brest still constant lie ; And by this miss , that Axiom tru did note , Sometimes Love's sweetest when 't is most remote . O how my thoughts kept Festival that day Did Letters from my Dan to me convay ; Letters which I shall keep as sacred Ties , As holy Reliques , or rich Legacies . Dear Quintessential Mate , what can express The deep-fetch'd sighs my trembling heart possess ! Silence best can : how roars the shallow Source , While without noise great Rivers run their course ? Small Love doth speak , and is sometimes acute , While deep Affection stunn'd with grief stands mute . But is Dan dead ? Oh no , now He begins To live , He 's got among the Seraphins : Where He doth Nectar quaff with Glory crown'd , While his sad Spouse still bears his Deaths deep wound In her chast Brest , and Heart big-swoln with Woes , More dolorous then all her Childbed Throes . Farewel , dear Soul , raign in Elyzian Bliss , And take this pure untainted Sacrifice , Which on Love's Altar doth like Incense flame To thy still-fragrant Memory and Fame . Farewel , until we meet , and make in Sky Among the Stars another Gemini . An ELEGIE Vpon his Tomb in Horndon-Hill Church , Erected by his Wife , Who speaks , TAke , Gentle Marble to thy trust , And keep untouch'd this sacred Dust ▪ Grow moist sometimes , that I may see Thou weep'st in sympathy with Me ; And when by Him I here shall sleep , My Ashes also safely keep , And from rude Hands preserve Vs Both , until We rise to Sion Mount from Horndon-Hill . Sent with a Prayer-Book to a Pious Lady . Madame , WHat I by way of Token send , you may By way of Sacrifice to Heav'n convay , And to an Off'ring turn my Gift , more dear To God then Piles of Frankincense and Myrr . But when for Others you to Him direct Your Prayers , let your thoughts sometimes reflect To DELIA . ABout the light as the poor Fly Doth flutter and approach so nigh , Till up and down as she still skips , Her Lawny Wings with fire she clips : So my Affection bout the Eyes Of Heart-inflaming Delia flyes ; Till Phoenix-like they into Ashes burn , And new Affections still rise from their Vrn. A sudden SPECVLATION Beyond the Seas . ALthough my Body many thousand mile Be distant from sweet Albions Woolly I le , Yet neither Land nor Sea , nor Air nor Wind , Nor Heav'n it self , can keep from thence my Mind ; But that each moment of the fleeting day , My Thoughts to England may Themselfs convay . Of Female Hypocrisie , In a short Dialog twixt Dion and Thyrsis . Dion . THyrsis , I stand amaz'd how Nature could Compose a Fabrick of so rich a mould , That outwardly looks like a Seraphin , But a Megera if you pry within . Thyrsis . Whom mean you , Dion , that you thus descry By such gross taintures of Hypocrisie ? For hence you must infer that Nature's blind , Or els she must be partial in her kind . Dion . O Thyrsis , if that Saint-like Fiend you knew , That sowr-sweet , real , yet dissembling Hue Of Livia , sure you wold be chang'd to wonder , That Nature in her works should so much blunder . Her Eyes are like those Heaven Twins , except That of Themselfs they shine , not by reflect , Wherein through Crystal Casements one may spy The Queen of Love seated in Majesty . Her Forehead as the Marble smooth and plain , Her Cheeks alike , but that half dy'd in Grain : Her Tresses might serve for a Net to take A Hermit , or an Angel captive make . A Smile to move a Stoik , a Voice so shrill , That all Arcadia wold with Eccho's fill : A sweeter Breath never perfum'd the Air ; Least touch of Lip would a dead Corps repair . These are Perfections in Exterior shew ; But if her inward Qualities you knew , What you ador'd before you would detest , Turn Love to Hate , ( or Pity at the least . ) Her Breast ' s a Shop of Fraud , her Heart a Mill That restless thoughts do grind to wound or kill . Her Brain 's a Still that at all hours doth strain Destructive cruel Notions of Disdain . Her Eyes are Windows of False Lights , and cries , Her Toung a flap of Perjury and Lyes ; Her Chin is double like her Heart ; Her Cheeks Have Pits , as 't were to bury whom she seeks For to destroy . — Thyrsis . Is 't possible so fair a Bark shold hide So black a Trunk , or so much Ill shold bide In such Seraphik Beuties ? Shells of Gold , Can they within such rotten Kernels hold ? Can in smooth gliding streams Carybdies dwell ? Or in one place cohabit Heav'n and Hell ? Can Livia be so beuteous to th' Eyes , And lodg within such foul deformities ? Dion . 'T is so : whence I infer how tru I find , No trust is to be put in Woman-kind . Of some , Who blending their Brains together , plotted how to bespatter one of the Muses choicest Sons and Servants , Sir Will. Davenant , Knight and Poet. POets like Princes may denounce a War , They may like Common Mortals clash and jar , Turn privat Feuds to publick , and asperse ( Justly sometimes ) each others Muse and Verse . But whoso blurs Davenants Heroick strains Do shew more Gall in Brest , then Wit in Brains : Their Sculls are like a Siringe cramm'd with Dirt , Which as they on some Marble Pillar spirt , Bounds on their grinning Faces back again , So doth Themselfs more then the Marble stain . Vpon Mr. Cleveland . IS Cleveland dead ? and will not the whole Quire Of Muses mourn , and put on black attire ? Nay , their great God Apollo shold me thinks Wear Sable too , and dart his Rays through Chinks . Is Cleveland gone ? Sure in this long-North-wind Some Scottish Witch convey'd her Imps to find Him out , and in revenge made League with Death To murther him so soon , and stop his breath : Yet had his Body match'd his Wit in might , He had in pure clear strength put both to flight . One thing I do admire , we have no more Of that large stock the Stars gave him in store ; VVhich could he have bequeath'd by Legacy , It equall'd had Saint Mark 's rich Tresury . But my hopes are , that he hath left behind Some Posthume Pieces to enrich mankind , Which with th' inspiring Odors they will cast , May make new Poets , not like Him in hast . Vpon Dr. Howel , Lord Bishop of Bristol , Who died a little after the putting down of Episcopacy . Rumpendo in Lachrymas facit Indignatio Versum . O Were I raptur'd into Verse To write with fury on thy Herse , O could I strangle with a wish Steel'd Clotho , and Stern Lachesis With their own Thred , or cut the Life Of Atropos with her own Knife . Or could I meet that Bald-Pate Churl , With his All-mowing Sith , I 'd hurl , And tumble Him , with all the Three Down to the Pit in lieu of Thee : So Man shold be Lord of his Age , And free from their Tyrannik rage . But much they need not boast , or vaunt to have This Saint-like Prelat sent unto his Grave : For He , good Soul , was Mortifi'd before , And got almost in sight of Heav'ns bless'd shore ▪ He might be call'd during his Lifes short span Terrestrial Angel , or Coelestial Man. But Oh , it is not He who di'd alone , For Prelacy Herself with him is gone : Englands whole Hierarchy ( sad Tale to tell ) At the same time did breathe Her last , and fell . 1647. Before the Second Part Of DODONAS GROVE . FRom the pure Air of Greece , the ancient Nource Of Learning , and Philosophy's chief Source , Dodona sends her Trees to re-salute The Queen of Iles ; they all this while stood mute , And muffled in a close unlucky Fog , That the whole Grove appear'd like one great Log. VVhen a fresh Breeze did Blow , and re-inspire Their Leafs with Language like an Orphean Lyre , To tell the gazing world what a dire stroke , Or fatal clap of Thunder crush'd the Oke ; How all the Shrubs grew Wood , and strangely mad , As if some Hemlock them intoxed had : And how the Thistle that Blue round-top'd Weed Did by his prickles all these mischiefs breed . If in this Bleaker Air Dodona finds To nip her Buds any Malignant Winds , She quickly can transplant without despair , To shoot Her blossoms in some gentler Air. The Conclusion of the Second Part Of DODONAS GROVE . THus far have we pursu'd the doubtful Fate Of the Druinian Oke , and tott'ring State , When the first Northern Blasts upon him blew , Which such a world of mischiefs with them drew . Dodona next shall trembling tell VVhat a sad period Him befel ; How , to Mankinds eternal wonder , His Trunk from top was cleft asunder . VVhence Kings may learn , that by this Blow , They are made All Plebeans now . To my most Endeared R. Altham , Esq RAre Youth , I stand astonish'd at thy wit , So quaint , so pregnant , and so full of sp'rit ; As if the Thespian Dames for a new Mate , Another young Apollo would create . Those few Castalian drops which once I drank At Aganippes honey-suckled bank , Are now exhansted much by long disuse ; By cares and cumbers , Travels far , my Muse Is dull'd , but yours more ripe , and perfect grows , Now yours doth Knot , now your Invention flows . O how those Golden days did sweetly shine , VVhen Contubernal Love did us combine ! VVhen with encircling Arms I fast would keep , And with old Stories lull us both asleep . But that tim 's past , and passeth still , that Time VVold scarce permit Me to make up my Rime . Vpon A New-fashion'd Table-Book , Sent HIm for a Token from Amsterdam . SUppose this Book the Table be Of a cleer Heart engag'd to Thee , Wherein could I so pithy prove , As write the story of our Love ; Within each Leaf I wold infold The brightest Characters of Gold. But how can such large Matter be Couch'd in so streight a room by Me ? Unless I had His Art who put Great Homers Iliads in a Nut. Vpon EASTER-DAY . HAil , Holy Morn , the Morn that made appear Two Suns at once above this Hemisphear : One , the Great Eye of the low world , so bright , That it gives evry thing both Heat and Light ; Th' Other transcending Him in Light so far As He excels any inferior Star : The Sun of Righteousness ; He who displays Upon the inward man his Heav'nly Rays . O that those Rays wold on my Soul reflect By the bless'd influence of his Aspect , To penetrat the centre of my Heart , And thence exhale all the Terrestrial Part. A PARALLEL Twixt ANGELS and MEN. THat which the smallest Fly we see Is , if to Man it equall'd be , Such a proportion Man may bear With those of the Seraphik Sphear . Men are at best but Earths Free-Denizens , Angels are Heav'ns Immortal Citizens . Man hardly on the Sun can look , Or his coruscant lustre brook : But Angels can behold the sight Of Him who made that Sun and Light. Then what is purblind Man , if one shold dare Unto a glorious Angel him compare ? Earth with the Sky bears no proportion , 'T is but a Point of no Dimension ; It doth not match , much less exceed The smallest Grain of Mustard-seed : Then what proportion can ( I 'd fain be told ) A Human Creture with a Heavenly hold ? Yet let not Man dejected be At such a mighty odds , for He Is born himself to be in time An Angel , and the Stars to clime By that Immortal Soul , and precious Guest He lodgeth in his Spirits , Brain and Brest . To my choice , and most endeared Friend , Mr. R. A. In answer to a Poem of His. AS when Aurora with her cheerful Crest Mounts our Horizon , then both Bird & Beast Renew their vigour ; so your quickning strains My drooping spirits rais'd , and rowz'd my Brains : Wherein the flames of love such beams did dart , That pierc'd the very centre of my heart . For as my Eyes your charming Numbers view'd , My Lips , me thought , with Nectar were bedew'd ; As if Thalia from Apollo's Mount An Ode had sent dipp'd in the Thespian-Fount : Each Line did lim you out , each Word did show This Verse , this Stile from Althams brain did flow . Rare flowr of Wit , Minerva's Minion , The Muses Gem , Honors adopted Son , What Answer shall I make for to express That Quintessential Love I Thee profess ? If Letters can by Aiery spirits send A distant Heart , behold my Breast I rend , And send you mine : Obuse long ago This purchase you have got , full well you know ; Enjoy it still , and as your years accrew , Let mutual Passions still this Love renew This bond of Love which Fortune , Time , ●or Fate Shall ever cancel till Lifes utmost date : But as the amorous Vine her Elm doth grasp , Twine both our souls , and with embraces clasp . Vpon this rare Erotique Subject , The Master-piece of LOVE , By Mr. Loveday . AS Perl mong Gems , so mong the Passions Love Excels , and in the highest Orb doth move , Her Sisters Faith and Hope attend us here , While through frail Elements our course we steer : But Love soars with the Soul beyond the Sky , Being Imp'd in Her to all Eternity . But what was here a Passion that did burn , And cool by fits , shall there be fix'd , and turn To an Angelik Nature ever free From all such humours of inconstancy . This Author doth that Passion so display , And in such high Ideas , that He may Stand to be Chair-man , and so fit above The Common Masters in the School of Love. To his worthy Friend , Mr. Wallan , Vpon the View of his ASTRAEA . MAy great Apollo , and his charming Quire Of Girls nere more my Brain inspire : May I nere fetch more Naps on Parnasse Mount , Or drink one drop of the Castalian Fount , If with Astraea I am not so grown In love , that I could wish she were mine own . A Pregnant Vows For a safe and seasonable Delivery To The Excellent Lady , the Lady KATHERINE , Marchioness of Dorchester . To Lucina . HAil , gentle Goddesse , Midwifes Queen Which pregnant Wombs from pain dost free , May thy best care and skill be seen In hastning this Delivery , To hansel ( as their Hopes are fair ) The Princely Parents with an Heir . May Sol at his Nativity With Venus in Conjunction be ; May that Auspicious Signe then raign Which hath Dominion ore the Brain ( The Souls chief Palace ) to inspire His Intellect with Enthean fire . May Cynthia then at full appeer , Not pale or red , but white and cleer , May Thames be at her highest pride , Elated with a smooth Spring-tide : May the whole Region here below With sweet Favonian breezes blow . And since the Month 's like to be May When Ceres looks so fresh and gay , When evry bush doth blossoms bring , And evry Bird doth Carrols sing : May all these Auguries conspire To make the Infant like the Sire ; And what more happiness then This , Can Mother hope , or Mortal wish ? Vpon his Majesties Return , With the Dukes of York and Glocester . THe Stars of late Eccentrik went Out of the British Firmament , But now they are fix'd there again , And all concentred in Charles wain ; Where , since just Heaven did them restore , They shine more glorious then before . Long may they glitter in that Sky With Beams of new Refulgency ; May great Apollo from his Sphear Encrease their light , and motions chear , So that old Albion may from thence Grow younger by their Influence . May no ill-boding Blazing Star , No Northern Mist , or Civil War No lowring Planet ever raign Their lustre to obscure again , But may whole Heav'n be fair and cleer , And evry Star a Cavaliter . Before OHPOAO●●A Or , The l'arly of Beasts . 1658. TRees spake before , now the same strength of Art Makes Beasts to cun the Alphabet by heart , And cut their Breaths to sound Articulat Discoursive congruous Accents to prolate : For Speech is breath , Breath Air let in and out , But 't is the Mind that brings the work about . Such a rare Charter the worlds Architect Vouchsaf'd to give the Human Intellect To create Words : for 't is Mankind alone Can Language frame , and syllabize the tone . But here Beasts speak● they mone , chide , cry , complain , And at the Bar of Justice men arraign : Such are our erying sins , that Beasts resent Our wickedness , and wretched case lament . Which shews the world is Hectical , and near Its great , and fatal Climacterik year : The whole Cr●●ion mourns , and doth deplore The ruthful state of Human Kind ; Therefore If Men cannot be warn'd when Men do teach , Then let them hearken here what Beasts do preach . In Formas mutatà novas Mens dicere gestit Corpora ; & in primas iterum transversa Figuras , Dii faveant caeptis . An Eucharistical Rapture , With A Gradual Hymn to the Heavenly Hierarchy . NAtures great God , the Cause of Causes be Ador'd and prais'd to all Eternity : That supreme Good , that Quintessential Light , VVhich quickens all that 's hidden or in sight , VVhich breathd in Man the Intellectual Soul , Thereby to rule all Cretures , and controul . What Water , Earth , or Air produce — The Hymn . O Holy Souls , O Heavenly Saints , Who from corruption , and the taints Of flesh and blood , from pain and tears , From pining griefs , and panting fears , And from all passions except Love ( Which onely raigns with you above ) Are now exempt , and made in endless Bliss Free Denizens , and Heirs of Paradis . O glorious Angels , who behold The Lord of Light from Thrones of Gold , Yet do vouchsafe to look on Man , To be his Guide and Gardian , Praying always that He may be Partner of your felicity . O Blissful Saints and Angels , may ye still The Court of Heav'n with Hallelujahs fill . Seraphik Powers , Cherubs , Throne , Vertues , and Dominations , Supernal Principalities , Glories , and Intelligencies Who guide the course of Stars in Sky , And what in their vast Concaves lie , May ye for ever great Jehovah's Will , And his Commands throughout the world fulfil . A●●●●gels , who the most sublime Degree 〈◊〉 hold in the ●●lestial Hierarchy , And 〈…〉 , and face●lone ●lone The 〈…〉 Vision , A joy 〈◊〉 joys else transcends so far As doth the Morning S●● the meanest Star. Archa●gels , Angles , Sai●es , Souls serv'd , may ye still The Empyrea●● Court with Hallelujahs fill . Vpon the Exquisit Romance of the Bishop of Bellay , Made English out of the French , By Serjeant-Major John Wright , MY Wit lay fallow , and my teeming Brain Thought to repose a while from any strain Of Poetizing , till the Air of France Rowz'd up my Fancy by this new Romance ; Which for variety , for substance , sence , For rich Invention , and neat Eloquence , And now in point of Version may compare With any of this kind though nere so rare . Original and Coppy co-excel ▪ The Prelat and the Souldier share the Bell : In To●●● they differ , but for Mind and Will They faithful are to one another still . By this I find , which men do seldome see , The Mitre with the Helmet may agree . 〈◊〉 Mr. 〈◊〉 Johnson , Vpon his Version of Pyrander . IF 〈…〉 in England chan●e 〈…〉 such welcome as it did in France , T will 〈◊〉 be esteem'd ; nor do I see But it may loc● for like Civility : For , neither ●ose nor Verse have lost , but won In 〈◊〉 of str●ngth by this Traduction . So have I known brisk Gascon wines brought ore , And drink f●r better on our English shore . Vpon Mr. Benlowes Divine Theophi●● POets have differing Fires , some spend their stock On the grave Buskin , or the mer●y Sock . Others by 〈◊〉 feet do gently steal Into a Ladies bosome : O●hers deal With Wars , ●nd fing of 〈…〉 Knigh●● Of their high Trophies , 〈…〉 Fights : Some feed their Fancies on th' Ar●●●ian Plains , And prosti●● their 〈…〉 All th●se 〈…〉 〈…〉 But thy Diviner Muse mounts to the Skies , And Heaven fills with holy Rapsodies , Fit to make Hymns for the Coelestial Quire , And Angels with their Melody inspire . On Doctor Charletons learned Piece , by proving that Stone-henge is a Danish-Monument , In his New Survay . T Is hard to cleer Old Truths , but to unmask An Old-grown Errour , is a greater Task : This You have done , and undeceiv'd Mankind Of an Opinion kept us long so blind . Wherefore in this Survay by just Extent You have made Stone-benge your own Monument . Of Mrs. Diana Bill , Born and Baptiz'd lately in Cane-wood , hard by High-gate . WHere shold Diana properly be born But in a Wood ? A Wood that thinks it scorn To yeild to Tempe , or Dodonas Grove , Which consecrated was to mighty Jove : A Wood whence great Diana's Temple may Be seen four thousand paces off each day With a huge City , * who her Name doth owe Unto that Goddess , as good Stories show . May this new-born Diana like Cane-wood Grow up and Taper , Germinat and Bud ; And in due course of yeers be fitly Mand To spread the Race of Noble Westmerland . Vpon Her Majesties 31 days sayling from Lisbon to England . GReat Britains Queen launching into the Deep . From Tagus to the Thames her Court to keep , Neptun and Eolus , as they joyntly strove To do Her Homage , fell so far in love VVith Her Seraphic countenance and grace , That They so long kept Her in their Embrace . Another Cause might be why Heav'n did please She shold so long stay steering on the Seas , That coming to be Queen of that great King To whom so many Seas Allegeance bring , She might some skill in Navigation gain , And learn with Him how to command the Main . Vpon the Posthume-Poems of Mr. Lovelace . THe Rose with other fragrant flowrs smell best VVhen they are pluck'd , and worn in Hand or Brest ; So this fair Flowr of Vertu , this rare Bud Of Wit , smells now as fresh as when he stood , And in these Posthume-Poems lets us know That he upon the banks of Helicon did grow , The beuty of his Soul did correspond With his fair outside , if not go beyond . Lovelace the Minion of the Thespian Dames , Apollo's Darling born with Euthean flames , VVhich is his Numbers wave , and shine so cleer , As sparks refracted from rich Gems appeer Such sparks that with their Atoms may inspire The Reader with a pure Poetik fire . Vpon the Gran Climacterik Year — 63. HE who nine seven in seven nine years Upon his stooping sholders bears , When ore his head the glorious Sun About the world his course hath run Sixty three times , and on that score Hath felt eight hundred Moons and more ; 'T is time , high time that He shold ply The Art of Learning how to Die , And think all Sounds his Passing-Bell , To bid the Lower World Farewel . Alia Desunt . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A70281-e680 a Eruditissimus Dom ▪ Harley Scholae Hereford . Archi-didascalus . b Frater nostri Jacobi qui Episcop . Bristoliensis mori●batur . c Dendrologia . d Therologia . e Opus aliud clucubratissimam , cui titulus Lexicon Tetraglotton . f Aliud volumen non minoris molis quam emolumenti . g Aliud volumen , Pentaglotton Proverbiorum . h Sobriae ejus inspectiones in actiones longi Parlimenti . i Directiones peregre proficiscentibus . k Hstoria ejus Voluminosa Venetum . l Par etiam Neopolitanorum . m Aliud etiam volumen de lmper●o Germano . n Aliud exquisitum volumen de vita Ludovici Galliae xiii . o Aliud nobile volumen cui titulus Londinopolis . p Aliud opus usus omnifarii , cui titulus Epistolae Hocllianae . q Innuit Po●mata ejus in lucem jamjam proditura . r Nobilissimus ille nuper Edoa●dus Dorcestriae comes , s Illustrissimus Henricus Ma●chi● Durotrigum ; Comes de Kingston , &c. & Katharinae filiae comitis de Derby . Notes for div A70281-e4330 a Palatinat . b Carolus Magnus . c Carolus Quintus . * 1657. * Arhetine ( Virtuosa ) Anagr. of Henrieta . * Maii 2. Eliz. * L●ndon .