Poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonets Selections. 1664 King, Henry, 1592-1669. 1664 Approx. 207 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 100 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A47409 Wing K502 ESTC R22779 12304537 ocm 12304537 59204 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Sir , IT is the common fashion to make some address to the Readers , but we are bold to direct ours to you , who will look on this publication with Anger which others must welcom into the world with Joy. The Lord Verulam comparing ingenious Authors to those who had Orchards ill neighboured , advised them to publish their own labours , lest others might steal the fruit : Had you followed his example , or liked the advice , we had not thus trespassed against your consent , or been forced to an Apology , which cannot but ●mply a fault committed . The best we can say for our selves is , that if we have injured you it is meerly in your own defence , preventing the present attempts of others , who to their theft would ( by their false copies of these Poems ) have added violence , and some way have wounded your reputation . Having been long engaged on better contemplations , you may perhaps look down on these Iuvenilia ( most of them the issues of your youthful Muse ) with some disdain ; and yet the Courteous Reader may tell you with thanks , that they are , not to be despised , being far from Abortive , nor to be disowned , because they are both Modest and Legitimate . And thus if we have offered you a view of your yonnger face , our hope is yo● will behold it with an unwrinkled brow , though we have presented the Mirrour against your will We confess our design hath been set forward by friends that honour you , who le●t the ill publishing might disfigure these things from whence you never expected addition to your credit ( sundry times endeavoured and by them defeated ) furnished us with some papers which they thought Authentick ; we may not turn their favour into an accusation , and therefore give no intimation of their names , but wholly take the blame of this hasty and immethodical impression upon our selves , being persons at a distance , who are fitter to bear it then those who are neerer related . In hope of your pardon we remain . Your most devoted servants , Rich : Marriot . Hen : Herringman . POEMS . SONNET . The Double Rock . SInce thou hast view'd some Gorgon , and art grown A solid stone : To bring again to softness thy hard heart Is past my art . Ice may relent to water in a thaw ; But stone made flesh Loves Chymistry ne're saw . Therefore by thinking on thy hardness , I Will petrify ; And so within our double Quarryes Wombe , Dig our Loves Tombe . Thus strangely will our difference agree ; And , with our selves , amaze the world , to see How both Revenge and Sympathy consent To make two Rocks each others Monument . The Vow-Breaker . VVHen first the Magick of thine ey , Usurpt upon my liberty , Triumphing , in my hearts spoyl , thou Didst lock up thine in such a vow ; When I prove false , may the bright day Be govern'd by the Moons ●pale ray ! ( As I too well remember ) This Thou said'st , and seald'st it with a kiss . O Heavens ! and could so soon that Ty Relent in slack Apostacy ? Could all thy Oaths , and morgag'd trust , Vanish ▪ like letters form'd in dust Which the next wind scatters . Take heed , Take heed Revolter ; know this deed Hath wrong'd the world , which will fare worse By thy Example then thy Curse . Hide that false Brow in mists . Thy shame Ne're see light more , but the dimme flame Of funeral Lamps . Thus sit and moane , And learn to keep thy guilt at home . Give it no vent ; for if agen Thy Love or Vowes betray more men , At length ( I fear ) thy perjur'd breath Will blow out day , and waken Death . Vpon a Table-Book presented to a Lady . VVHen your fair hand receives this little book You must not there for prose or verses look . Those empty regions which within you see , May by your self planted and peopled be : And though we scarce allow your sex to prove Writers ( unless the Argument be Love ) ; Yet without crime or envy you have roome Here , both the Scribe and Author to become . To the same Lady upon Mrs Burtons M●lancholy . IF in this Glass of Humours you do find The Passions or diseases of your mind , Here without pain , you safely may endure , Though not to suffer , yet to read your cure . But if you nothing meet you can apply , Then ere you need , you have a remedy . And I do wish you never may have cause To be adjudg'd by these fantastick Laws ; But that this books example may be known , By others Melancholy , not your own . The Farewell . Splendidis longùm valedico nugis FArewell fond Love , under whose childish whip , I have serv'd out a weary Prentiship ; Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property , To dote on Rocks , but yielding Loves to fly : Go bane of my dear quiet and content , Now practise on some other Patient . Farewell false Hope that fann'd my warm desire Till it had rais'd a wild unruly fire , Which nor sighs cool , nor tears extinguish can , Although my eyes out-flow'd the Ocean : Forth of my thoughts for ever , Thing of Air , Begun in errour , finish't in despair . Farewell vain World , upon whose restless stage Twixt Love and Hope I have foold out my age ; Henceforth ere sue to thee for my redress , I le wooe the wind , or court the wilderness ; And buried from the dayes discovery , Study a slow yet certain way to dy . My woful Monument shall be a Cell , The murmur of the purling brook my knell ; My lasting Epitaph the Rock shall grone : Thus when sad Lovers ask the weeping stone , What wretched thing does in that Center lie ? The hollow Eccho will reply , 't was I. A Black-moor Maid wooing a fair Boy : sent to the Author by Mr. Hen. Rainolds . STay lovely Boy , why fly'st thou mee That languish in these flames for thee ? I 'm black 't is true : why so is Night , And Love doth in dark Shades delight . The whole World , do but close thine eye , Will seem to thee as black as I ; Or op't , and see what a black shade Is by thine own fair body made , That follows thee where e're thou go ; ( O who allow'd would not do so ? ) Let me for ever dwell so nigh , And thou shalt need no other shade than I. Mr. Hen. Rainolds . The Boyes answer to the Blackmoor . BLack Maid , complain not that I fly , When Fate commands Antipathy : Prodigious might that union prove , Where Night and Day together move , And the conjunction of our lips Not kisses make , but an Eclipse ; In which the mixed black and white Portends more terrour than delight . Yet if my shadow thou wilt be , Enjoy thy dearest wish : But see Thou take my shadowes property , That hastes away when I come nigh : Else stay till death hath blinded mee , And then I will bequeath my self to thee . To a Friend upon Overbury's wife given to her . I Know no fitter subject for your view Then this , a meditation ripe for you , As you for it . Which when you read you 'l see What kind of wife your self will one day bee : Which happy day be neer you , and may this Remain with you as earnest of my wish ; When you so far love any , that you dare Venture your whole affection on his care , May he for whom you change your Virgin-life Prove good to you , and perfect as this Wife . Vpon the same . Madam , who understands you well would swear , That you the Life , and this your Copie were . To A. R. upon the same . NOt that I would instruct or tutor you What is a Wifes behest , or Husbands due , Give I this Widdow-Wife . Your early date Of knowledge makes such Precepts slow and late . This book is but your glass , where you shall see What your self are , what other Wives should bee . An Epitaph on Niobe turned to Stone . THis Pile thou seest built out of Flesh , not Stone , Contains no shroud within , nor mouldring bone : This bloodless Trunk is destitute of Tombe Which may the Soul-fled Mansion enwombe . This seeming Sepulchre ( to tell the troth ) Is neither Tomb nor Body , and yet both . Vpon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H. IN this small Character is sent My Loves eternal Monument . Whil'st we shall live , know , this chain'd Heart Is our affections counter-part . And if we never meet , think I Bequeath'd it as my Legacy . SONNET . TEll me no more how fair she is , I have no minde to hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near : By sad experience I have found That her perfection is my wound . And tell me not how fond I am To tempt a daring Fate , From whence no triumph ever came , But to repent too late : There is some hope ere long I may In silence d●te my self away . I ask no pity ( Love ) from thee , Nor will thy justice blame , So that thou wilt not envy mee The glory of my flame : Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes , In that it falls her sacrifice . SONNET . VVEre thy heart soft as thou art faire , Thou wer 't a wonder past compare : But frozen Love and fierce disdain By their extremes thy graces stain . Cold coyness quenches the still fires Which glow in Lovers warm desires ; And scorn , like the quick Lightnings blaze , Darts death against affections gaze . O Heavens , what prodigy is this When Love in Beauty buried is ! Or that dead pity thus should be Tomb'd in a living cruelty . SONNET . GO thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite To taste the softer comforts of the night , And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain , In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain ; Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep , Whil'st my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep . O could'st thou for a time change breasts with me , Thou in that broken Glass shouldst plainly see , A heart which wastes in the slow smothring fire Blown by despair , and fed by false desire , Can onely reap such sleeps as Sea-men have , When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave . SONNET . To Patience . DOwn stormy passions , down ; no more Let your rude waves invade the shore Where blushing reason sits and hides Her from the fu●y of your tides . Fit onely 't is where you bear sway That Fools or Franticks do obey ; Since judgment , if it not resists , Will lose it self in your blind mists . Fall easie Patience , fall like rest Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast : And where those Rebels you espy , O in your silken cordage tie Their malice up ! so shall I raise Altars to thank your power , and praise The soveraign vertue of your Balm , Which cures a Tempest by a Calm . Silence . A SONNET . PEace my hearts blab , be ever dumb , Sorrowes speak loud without a tongue : And my perplexed thoughts forbear To breath your selves in any ear : T is scarce a true or manly grief Which gaddes abroad to find rel●ef . Was ever stomack that lackt meat Nourisht by what another eat ? Can I bestow it , or will woe Forsake me when I bid it goe ? Then I le believe a wounded breast May heal by shrift , and purchase rest . But if imparting it I do Not ease my self , but trouble two , 'T is better I alone possess My treasure of unhappiness : Engrossing that which is my own No longer then it is unknown . If silence be a kind of death , He kindles grief who gives it breath ; But let it rak't in embers lye , On thine own hearth 't will quickly dye ; And spight of fate , that very wombe Which carries it , shall prove its tombe . Loves Harvest . FOnd Lunatick forbear , why do'st thou sue For thy affections pay e're it is due ? Loves fruits are legal use ; and therefore may Be onely taken on the marriage day . Who for this interest too early call , By that exaction lose the Principall . Then gather not those immature delights , Untill their riper Autumn thee invites . He that abortive Corn cuts off his ground , No Husband but a Ravisher is found : So those that reap their love before they wed , Do in effect but Cuckold their own Bed. The Forlorn Hope . HOw long vain Hope do'st thou my joys suspend ? Say ! must my expectation know no end ! Thou wast more kind unto the wandring Greek Who did ten years his Wife and Country seek : Ten lazy Winters in my glass are run , Yet my thoughts travail seems but new begun . Smooth Quick-sand which the easy World beguiles , Thou shalt not bury me in thy false smiles . They that in hunting shadowes pleasure take May benefit of thy illusion make . Since thou hast banisht me from my content I here pronounce thy finall banishment . Farewell thou dream of nothing ! thou meer voice ▪ Get thee to fooles that can feed fat with noise : Bid wretches markt for death look for reprieve , Or men broke on the wheel perswade to live . Henceforth my comfort and best Hope shall be , By scorning Hope , nere to rely on thee . The Retreat . PUrsue no more ( my thoughts ! ) that false unkind , You may assoon imprison the North-wind ; Or catch the Lightning as it leaps ; or reach The leading billow first ran down the breach ; Or undertake the ●lying clouds to track In the same path they yesterday did rack . Then , like a Torch turn'd downward , let the same Desire which nourisht it , put out your flame . Loe thus I doe d●vorce thee from my brest , False to thy vow , and traitour to my rest ! Henceforth thy tears shall be ( though thou repent ) Like pardons after execution sent . Nor shalt thou ever my loves story read , But as some Epitaph of what is dead . So may my hope on future blessings dwell , As 't is my firm resolve and last farewell . SONNET . TEll me you stars that our affections move , Why made ye me that cruell one to love ? Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice , Whose breast is hard as Chrystall , cold as Ice ? God of Desire ! if all thy Votaries Thou thus repay , succession will grow wise ; No sighs for incense at thy Shrine shall smoke , Thy Rites will be despis'd , thy Altars broke . O! or give her my flame to melt that snow Which yet unthaw'd does on her bosome grow ; Or make me ice , and with her chrystall chaines Binde up all love within my frozen veines : SONNET . I Prethee turn that face away Whose splendour but benights my day . Sad eyes like mine , and wounded hearts Shun the bright rayes which beauty da●ts . Unwelcome is the Sun that pries Into those shades where sorrow lies . Go shine on happy things . To me That blessing is a miserie : Whom thy fierce Sun not warmes , but burnes , Like that the ●ooty Indian turnes . I le serve the night , and there confin'd Wish thee less fair , or else more kind . SONNET . DRy those fair , those chrystal eyes Which like growing fountains rise To drown their banks . Griefs ●ullen brooks Would better flow in furrow'd looks ▪ Thy lovely face was never meant To be the shoar of discontent . Then clear those watrish starres again Which else portend a lasting rain ; Lest the clouds which settle there Prolong my Winter all the Year : And the example others make In love with sorrow for thy sake . SONNET . VVHen I entreat , either thou wilt not hear , Or else my suit arriving at thy ●ar Cools and dies there . A strange ext●emitie To freeze i th' Sun , and in the shade to frie. Whil'st all my blasted hopes decline so soon , T is Evening with me , though at high Noon . For pity to thy self , if not to me Think time will ravish , what I lose , from the● . If my scorcht heart wither through thy delay , Thy beauty withers too . And swift decay Arrests thy Youth . So thou whil'st I am slighted Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted . To a Lady who sent me a copy of verses at my going to bed . LAdy your art or wit could nere devise To shame me more then in this nights surprise . Why I am quite unready , and my eye Now winking like my candle , doth deny To guide my hand , if it had ought to write ; Nor can I make my drowsie sense indite Which by your verses musick ( as a spell Sent from the Sybellean Oracle ) Is charm'd and bound in wonder and delight , Faster then all the leaden chains of night . What pity is it then you should so ill Employ the bounty of your flowing quill , As to expend on him your bedward thought , Who can acknowledge that large love in nought But this lean wish ; that fate soon send you those Who may requite your rhimes with midnight prose ▪ Mean time , may all delights and pleasing Theam ▪ Like Masquers revell in your Maiden dreams , Whil'st dull to write , and to do more unmee● , I , as the night invites me , fall asleep . The Pink. FAir one , you did on me bestow Comparisons too sweet to ow ; And but I found them sent from you I durst not think they could be true . But 't is your uncontrolled power Goddess-like to produce a flower , And by your breath , without more ●eed , Make that a Pink which was a Weed . Because I would be loth to miss So sweet a Metamorphosis , Upon what stalk soere I grow Disdain not you sometimes to blow And che●ish by your Virgin eye What in your frown would droop and die : So shall my thankful leaf repay Persumed wishes every day : And o're your fortune breathe a spell Which may his obligation tell , Who though he nought but she can give Must ever your ( Sweet ) creature live . To his Friends of Christ-Church upon the mislike of the Marriage of the Arts acted at Woodstock . BUt is it true , the Court mislik't the Play , That Christ-Church and the Arts have lost the day ; That Ignoramus should so far excell , Their Hobby-horse from ours hath born the Bell ? T●oth you are justly serv'd , that would present Ought unto them , but shallow merriment ; Or to your Marriage-table did admit Guests that are stronger far in smell then wit. Had some quaint Bawdry larded ev'ry Sc●ne , Some fawning Sycophant , or courted queane ; Had there appear'd some sharp cross-garter'd man Whom their loud laugh might nick-name Puritan , Cas'd up in factious breeches and small ruffe , That hates the surplis , and defies the cuffe : Then sure they would have given applause to crown That which their ignorance did now cry down . Let me advise , when next you do bestow Your pains on men that do but little know , You do no Chorus nor a Comment lack , Which may expound and construe ev'ry Act : That it be short and ●light ; for if 't be good T is long , and neither lik't nor understood . Know t is Court fashion still to discommend All that which they want brain to comprehend . The Surrender . MY once dear Love ; hapless that I no more Must call thee so : the rich affections store That fed our hopes , lies now exhaust and spent , Like summes of treasure unto Bankrupts lent . We that did nothing study but the way To love each other , with which thoughts the day Rose with delight to us , and with them set , Must learn the hateful Art how to forget . We that did nothing wish that Heav'n could give Beyond our selves , nor did desire to live Beyond that wish , all these now ▪ cancell must As if not writ in faith , but words and dust . Yet witness those cleer vowes which Lovers make , Witness the chast desires that never brake Into unruly heats ; witness that brest Which in thy bosom anchor'd his whole rest , T is no default in us , I dare acquite Thy Maiden faith , thy purpose fair and white As thy pure self . Cross Planets did envie Us to each other , and Heaven did untie Faster then vowes could binde . O that the Starres , When Lovers meet , should stand oppos'd in warres ! Since then some higher Destinies command , Let us not strive nor labour to withstand What is past help . The longest date of grief Can never yield a hope of our relief ; And though we waste our selves in moist laments , Tears may drown us but not our discontents . Fold back our arms , take home our fruitless loves , That must new fortunes trie , like Turtle Doves Dislodged from their haunts . We must in tears Unwind a love knit up in many years . In this last kiss I here surrender thee Back to thy self , so thou again art free . Thou in another , sad as that , resend The truest heart that Lover ere did lend . Now turn from each . So fare our sever'd hearts As the divorc't soul from her body parts . The Legacy . MY dearest Love ! when thou and I must part , And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heart Which is all thine ; within some spacious will I le leave no blanks for Legacies to fill : T is my ambition to die one of those Who but himself hath nothing to dispose . And since that is already thine , what need , I to re-give it by some newer deed ▪ Yet take it once again . Free circumstance Does oft the value of mean things advance : Who thus repeats what he bequeath'd before , Proclaims his bounty rich●r then his store . But let me not upon my love bestow W●at is not worth the giving . I do ow Somwhat to dust : my bodies pamper'd care Hungry corruption and the wo●m will share . That mouldring relick which in earth must lie Would prove a gift of horrour to thine eie . With this cast ragge of my mortalitie Let all my faults and errours buried be . And as my ●ear-cloth rots , so may kind fate Those worst acts of my life incinerate . He shall in story fill a glorious room Whose ashes and whose sins sleep in one Tomb. If now to my cold hearse thou deign to bring Some melting sighs as thy last offering , My peacefull exequies are crown'd . Nor shall I ask more honour at my Funerall . Thou wilt more richly balm me with thy tears Then all the Nard fragrant Arabia bears . And as the Paphian Queen by her gri●fs show'r Brought up her dead Loves Spirit in a flow'r : So by those precious drops rain'd from thine ●ies , Out of my dust , O may some ●ertue rise ! And like thy better Genius thee attend , Till thou in my dark Period shalt end . Lastly , my constant truth let me commend To him thou choo●est next to be thy friend . For ( witness all things good ) I would not have Thy Youth and Beauty married to my grave , 'T would shew thou didst repent the style of wife Should'st thou relap●e into a single life . They with preposterous grief the world delude Who mourn for their lost Mates in solitude ; Since Widdowhood more strongly doth enforce The much lamented lot of their divorce . Themselves then of their losses guilty are Who may , yet will not suffer a repaire . Those were Barbarian wives that did invent Weeping to death at th'Husband● Monument But in more civil Rites She doth approve Her first , who ventures on a second Love ▪ For else it may be thought , if She refrain , She sped so ill Shee durst not trie again . Up then my Love , and choose some worthier one Who may supply my room when I am gone ; So will the stock of our affection thrive No less in death , then were I still alive . And in my urne I shall rejoyce , that I Am both Testatour thus and Legacie . The short Wooing . LIke an Oblation set before a Shrine , Fair One ! I offer up this heart of mine . Whether the Saint accept my Gift or no , I le neither fear not doubt before I know . For he whose faint distrust prevents reply , Doth his own suits denial prophecy . Your will the sentence is ; Who free as Fate Can bid my love proceed , or else retreat . And from short views that ve●di●●t is decreed Which seldom doth one audience exceed . Love asks no dull probation , but like light Conveyes his nimble influence at first sight . I need not therefore importune or press ; This were t'extort unwilling happiness : And much against affection might I sin : To tire and weary what I seek to win . Towns which by lingring siege enforced be Oft make both sides repent the victorie . Be Mistriss of your self : and let me thrive Or suffer by your own prerogative . Yet stay , since you are Judge , who in one breath Bear uncontrolled power of Life and Death , Remember ( Sweet ) pity doth best become Those lips which must pronounce a Suitors doome . If I find that , my spark of chast desire Shall kindle into Hymens holy fire : Else like sad flowers will these verses prove , To stick the Coffin of rejected Love. St. Valentines day . NOw that each fe●ther'd Chorister doth sing The glad approches of the welcome Spring : Now Phoebus darts forth his more early beam , And dips it later in the cur●ed stream , I should to custome prove a retrograde Did I still dote upon my sullen shade . Oft have the seasons finisht and begun ; Dayes into Months , those into years have run , Since my cross Starres and inauspicious fate Doom'd me to linger here without my Mate : Whose loss ere since befrosting my desire , Left me an Altar without Gift or Fire . I therefore could have wisht for your own sake That Fortune had design'd a nobler stake For you to draw , then one whose fading day Like to a dedicated Taper lay Within a Tomb , and long burnt out in vain , Since nothing there saw better by the flame . Yet since you like your Chance , I must not try To marre it through my incapacity . I here make title to it , and proclaime How much you honour me to wen● my name ; Who can no form of gratitude devise , But offer up my self your sacrifice . Ha●l then my worthy Lot ! and may each Morn Successive springs of joy to you be born : May your content ne're wane , untill my heart Grown Bankrupt , wants good wishes to impart . Henceforth I need not make the dust my Shrine , Nor search the Grave for my lost Valentine . To his unconstant Friend . BUt say thou very woman , why to me This fit of weakness and inconstancie ? What forfeit have I made of word or vow , That I am rack't on thy displeasure now ? If I have done a fault I do not shame To cite it from thy lips , give it a name : I ask the banes , stand forth , and tell me why We should not in our wonted loves comply ? Did thy cloy'd appetite urge thee to trie If any other man could love as I ? I see friends are like clothes , lad up whil'st new , But after wearing cast , though nere so true . Or did thy fierce ambition long to make Some Lover turn a martyr for thy sake ? Thinking thy beauty had deserv'd no name Unless some one do perish in that flame : Upon whose loving dust this sentence lies , Here 's one was murther'd by his Mistriss eyes . Or was 't because my love to thee was such , I could not choose but blab it ? swear how much I was thy slave , and doting let thee know , I better could my self then thee forgo . Hearken ye men that ere shall love like me , I le give you counsel gratis : if you be Possest of what you like , let your fair friend Lodge in your bosom , but no secrets send To seek their lodging in a female brest ; For so much is abated of your rest . The Steed that comes to understand his strength Growes wild , and casts his manager at length : And that tame Lover who unlocks his heart Unto his Mistriss , teaches her an art To plague himself ; shews her the secret way How She may tyrannize another day . And now my fair unkindness , thus to thee ; Mark how wise Passion and I agree : Hear and be sorry for 't . I will not die To expiate thy crime of levitie : I walk ( not cross-arm'd neither ) eat , and live , Yea live to pity thy neglect , not grieve That thou art from thy faith and promise gone , Nor envy him who by my loss hath won . Thou shalt perceive thy changing Moon-like fit● Have not infected me , or turn'd my wits To Lunacie . I do not mean to weep When I should eat , o● sigh when I should sleep ; I will not fall upon my pointed quill , Bleed ink and Poems , or invention spill To contrive Ballads , or weave Elegies For Nurses wearing when the infant cries . Nor like th'enamour'd Tristrams of the time , Despair in prose , and hang my self in rhime . Nor thither run upon my verses feet , Where I shall none but fools or mad-men meet , Who mid'st the silent shades , and Myrtle walks , Pule and do penance for their Mistress faults . I 'm none of those poetick male-contents Born to make paper dear with my laments : Or wild Orlando that will rail and vex , And for thy sake fall out with all the ●ex . No , I will love again , and seek a prize That shall redeem me from thy poor despise . I le court my fortune now in such a shape That will no faint die , nor starv'd colour take . Thus launch I off with triumph from thy shore , To which my last farewell ; for never more Will I touch there . I put to Sea again Blown with the churlish wind of thy disdain . Nor will I stop this course till I have found A Coast that yields safe harbour , and firm ground . Smile ye Love - 〈◊〉 ; wing'd with desir● I fly , To make my wishes full discovery : Nor doubt I but for one that proves like you , I shall find ●en as fair , and yet more true . Madam Gabrina , Or the Ill-favourd Choice . Con mala Muger el remedio Mucha Tierra por el medio . I Have oft wondred why thou didst elect Thy Mistress of a stuff none could affect , That wore his eyes in the right place . A thing Made up , when Natures powers lay slumbering . One , where all pregnant imperfections met To make her sexes scandal : Teeth of jet , Hair dy'd in Orpment , from whose fretful hew Canidia her highest Witch-crafts drew . A lip most thin and pale , but such a mouth Which like the Poles is stretched North and South . A face so colour'd , and of such a form , As might defiance bid unto a storm : And the complexion of her sallow hide Like a wrack't body washt up by the Tyde : Eyes small : a nose so to her vizard glew'd As if 't would take a Planets altitude . Last for her breath , 't is somewhat like the smell That does in Ember weeks on Fish street dwell ; Or as a man should fasting scent the Rose Which in the savoury Bear-garden growes . If a Fox cures the Paralyticall , Had'●t thou ●en Palsies , she 'd out-stink them all . But I have found thy plot : sure thou did'st trie To put thy self past hope of jealousie : And whil'st unlearned fools the senses please , Thou cu●'st thy appetite by a disease ; As many use to kill an itch withall , Quicksilver or some biting Minerall . Dote upon handsome things each common man With little study and less labour can ; But to make love to a Deformity , Onely commends thy great ability , Who from hard-favour'd objects draw'st content , As Estriches from iron nutriment . Well take her , and like mounted George , in bed Boldly atchieve thy Dragons Maiden-head : Where ( though scarce sleep ) thou mayst rest confident None dares beguile thee of thy punishment : The sin were not more foul he should commit , Then is that She with whom he acted it . Yet take this comfort : when old age shall raze , Or sickness ruine many a good face , Thy choice cannot impair ; no cunning curse Can mend that night-peece , that is , make her worse . The Defence . Piensan los Enamorados Que tienen los otros , los oios quebranta dos . VVHy slightest thou what I approve ? Thou art no Peer to try my love , Nor canst discern where her form lyes , Unless thou saw'st her with my eyes . Say she were foul and blacker than The Night , or Sun-burnt African , If lik't by me , t is I alone Can make a beauty where was none ; For rated in my fancie , she Is so as she appears to me . But t is not feature , or a face , That does my free election grace , Nor is my liking onely led By a well temperd white and red ; Could I enamou●'d grow on those , The Lilly and the blushing Rose United in one stalk might be As dear unto my thoughts as she , But I look farther , and do find A richer beauty in her mind ; Where something is so lasting fair , As time or age cannot impair . Had'st thou a perspective so cleere , Thou could'st behold my object there ; When thou her vertues should'st espy , Theyl'd force thee to confess that I Had cause to like her , and learn thence To love by judgment not by sence . To One demanding why Wine sparkles . SO Diamonds sparkle , and thy Mistriss eyes ; When t is not Fire but light in either flyes . Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames will show Like a fair mountain of unmelted snow : Nor can the tasted vine more danger bring Then water taken from the chrystall Spring , Whose end is to refresh and cool that heat Which unallayd becomes foul vices seat : Unless thy boyling veins , mad with desire Of drink , convert the liquor into fire . For then thou quaf●'st down feavers , thy full bowles Carouse the burning draughts of Portia's coles . If it do leap and sparkle in the cup , T will sink thy cares , and help invention up . There never yet was Muse or Poet known Not dipt or drenched in this Helicon . But Tom ! take heed thou use it with such care As Witches deal with their Familiar . For if thy vertues circle not confine And guard thee from the Furies rais'd by wine , 'T is ten to one this dancing spirit may A Devil prove to bear thy wits away ; And make thy glowing nose a Map of Hell Where Bacchus purple fumes like Meteors dwell . Now think not these sage moralls thee invite To prove Carthusian or strict Rechabite ; Let fooles be mad , wise people may be free , Though not to license turn their libertie . He that drinks wine for health , not for excess , Nor drownes his temper in a drunkenness , Shall feel no more the grapes unruly fate , Then if he took some chilling Opiate . By occasion of the Young Prince his happy birth . AT this glad Triumph , when most Poets use Their quill , I did not bridle up my Muse For sloth or less devotion . I am one That can well keep my Holy-dayes at home ; That can the blessings of my King and State Better in pray'r then poems gratulate ; And in their fortunes bear a loyal part , Though I no bone-fires light but in my heart . Truth is , when I receiv'd the first report Of a new Starre risen and seen at Court ; Though I felt joy enough to give a tongue Unto a mute , yet duty strook me dumb : And thus surpriz'd by rumour , at first sight I held it some allegiance not to write . For howere Children , unto those that look Their pedigree in God's , not the Church book , Fair pledges are of that eternitie Which Christians possess not till they die ; Yet they appear view'd in that perspective Through which we look on men long since alive , Like succours in a Camp , sent to make good Their place that last upon the watches stood . So that in age , or fate , each following birth Doth set the Parent so much neerer earth : And by this Grammar we our heirs may call The smiling Preface to our funerall . This sadded my soft sense , to think that he Who now makes Lawes , should by a bold decree Be summon'd hence to make another room , And change his Royal Palace for a tomb . For none ere truly lov'd the present light , But griev'd to see it rivall'd by the night : And if 't be sin to wish that light extinct , Sorrow may make it treason but to think 't . I know each male-content or giddy man , In his religion with the Persian , Adores the rising Sun ; and his false view Best likes not what is best , but what is new . O that we could these gangrenes so prevent ( For our own blessing and their punishment ) That all such might , who for wild changes thirst , Rack't on a hopeless expectation , burst , To see us fetter time , and by his stay To a consistence fix the flying day ; And in a Solstice by our prayers made , Rescue our Sun from death or envies shade . But here we dally with fate , and in this Stern Destiny mocks and controules our wish ; Informing us , if fathers should remain For ever ●●te , children were born in vain ; And we in vain were Christians , should we In this world dream of perpetuitie . Decay is natures Kalendar ; nor can It hurt the King to think he i● a 〈◊〉 Nor grieve , but comfort him , to hear us say That his own children must his Scepter sway . Why slack ● then to contribute a vote Large as the Kingdoms joy , f●ee as my thought ? Long live the Prince , and in that title bear The world long witness that the King is here : May he grow up till all that good he reach Which we can wish , or his Great Father teach : Let him shine long a mark to Land and May● , Like ▪ that bright Spark plac't neerest to Charles Wayn , And like him lead successions golden Teame , Which may possess the Brittish Diademe . But in the mean space , let his Royal Sire , Who warmes our hopes with true Prom●thean fire , So long his course in time and glory run , Till he estate his vertue on his son . So in his Fathers dayes this happy One Shall crowned be , yet not usurp the Throne ; And Charles reign still , since thus himself will be Heir to himself through all Posteritie . Vpon the Kings happy return from Scotland . SO breaks the day when the returning Sun Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run , As You ( Great Sir ! ) in this regress come forth From the remoter Climate of the North. To tell You now what cares , what fears we past , What Clouds of sorrow did the land ore-cast , Were lost , but unto such as have been there Where the absented Sun benights the year : Or have those Countreys traveld which nere feel The warmth and vertue of his flaming wheel . How happy yet were we ! that when you went , You left within your Kingdomes firmament A Partner-L●ght , whose lustre may despise The nightly glimm'ring Tapers of the skies , Your peerless Queen ; and at each hand a Starre Whose hopeful beams from You enkindled are . Though ( to say truth ) the light which they could bring Serv'd but to lengthen out our evening . Heavens greater lamps illumine it ; each spark Adds onely this , to make the sky less dark . Nay She who is the glory of her sex Did sadly droop for lack of Your reflex : Oft did She her fair brow in loneness shrowd , And dimly shone , like Venus in a cloud . Now are those gloomy mists dry'd up by You , As the Worlds eye scatters the Ev'ning dew : And You bring home that blessing to the land Which absence made us rightly understand . Here may You henceforth stay ! there need no charms To hold You , but the circle of her arms , Whose fruitful love yields You a rich increase , Seales of Your joy , and of the kingdomes peace . O may those precious pledges fixe You here , And You grow old within that chrystall Sphere ! Pardon this bold detention . Else our love Will meerly an officious trouble prove . Each busie minute tells us as it flies , That there are better objects for your eyes . To them let us leave you , whil'st we go pray , Ra●s●ng this triumph to a Holy-day . And may that soul the Churches blessing want ; May his content be short , his comforts scant , Whose Bosom-Altar does no incense burn , In thankful sacrifice for your return . To the Queen at Oxford . GReat Lady ! That thus quite against our use , We speak your welcome by an English Muse , And in a vulgar tongue our zeales contrive , Is to confess your large prerogative , Who have the pow'rful freedom to dispense With our strict Rules , or Customes difference . T is sit when such a Star deigns to appeare And shine within the Academick Sp●eare , That ev'ry Colledge grac't by your resort , Should onely speak the language of your Court ; As if Apollo's learned Quire , but You No other Queen of the Ascendent knew . Let those that list invoke the Delphian name , To light their verse , and quench their doting flame ; In Helicon it were High Treason now , Did any to a feign'd Minerva bow ; When You are present , whose chaft vertues stain The vaunted glories of her Maiden brain . I would not flatter . May that dyet feed Deform'd and vicious soules : they onely need Such physick , who grown sick of their decayes , Are onely cur'd with surfers of false praise ; Like those , who fall'n from Youth or Beauties grace , Lay colours on which more bely the face . Be You still what You are ; a glorious Theme For Truth to crown . So when that Diademe Which circles Your fair brow drops off , and time Shall lift You to that pitch our prayers climbe ; Posterity will pla● a nobler wreath , To crown Your fame and memory in death . This is sad truth and plain , which I might fear Would scarce prove welcome to a Princes ear ; And hardly may you think that Writer wise Who preaches there where he should poetize ; Yet where so rich a bank of goodness is , Triumphs and Feasts admit such thoughts as this ; Nor will your vertue from her Client turn , Although he bring his tribute in an urn . Enough of this : who knowes not when to end Needs must by ●edious diligence offend . 'T is not a Poets office to advance The precious value of allegiance . And least of all the rest do I affect To word my duty in this dialect . My service lies a better way , whose tone Is spirited by full devotion . Thus whil'st I mention You , Your Royal Mate ▪ And Those which your blest line perpetuate , I shall such votes of happiness reherse , Whose softest accents will out-tongue my verse . A salutation of his Majesties Ship the Soveraign . MOve on thou floating Trophee built to fame ! And bid her trump spread thy Majestick name ; That the blew Tritons , and those petty Gods Which sport themselves upon the dancing floods , May bow as to their N●ptune , when they feel The awful pressure of thy potent keel . Great wonder of the time ! whose form unites , In one aspect two warring opposites , Delight and horrour ; and in them portends Diff'ring events both to thy foes and friends● To these thy radiant b●ow , Peaces bright Sh●ine , Doth like that golden Constellation shine , Which guides the Sea man with auspicious beams , Safe and unshipwrackt through the troubled streams . But , as a blazing Meteor , to those It doth ostents of blood and death disclose . For thy rich Decks lighten like Heavens fires , To usher forth the thunder of thy Tires . O never may cross wind , or swelling wave Conspire to make the treach'rous sands thy grave : Nor envious rocks in their white foamy laugh Rejoyce to wear thy losses Epitaph . But may the smoothest , most successful gales Distend thy sheet , and wing thy flying sailes : That all designes which must on thee embark , May be securely plac't as in the Ark. May'st thou , where ere thy streamers shall display , Enforce the bold disputers to obey : That they whose pens are sharper then their swords , May yield in fact what they deny'd in words . Thus when th' amazed world our Seas shall see Shut from Usurpers , to their own Lord free , Thou may'st returning from the conquer'd Main , With thine own Triumphs be crown'd Soveraign . AN EPITAPH On his most honoured Friend Richard Earl of Dorset . LEt no profane ignoble foot tread neer This hallow'd peece of earth , Dorset lies here ▪ A small sad relique of a noble spirit , Free as the air , and ample as his merit ; Whose least perfection was large , and great Enough to make a common man compleat . A soul re●in'd and cull'd from many men , That reconcil'd the sword unto the pen , Using both well . No proud forgetting Lord , But mindful of mean names and of his word . One that did love for honour , not for ends , And had the noblest way of making friends By loving first . One that did know the Court , Yet understood it better by report Then practice , for he nothing took from thence But the kings favour for his recompence . One for religion , or his countreys good That valu'd not his Fortune nor his blood . One high in fair opinion , rich in praise ; And full of all we could have wisht , but dayes . He that is warn'd of this , and shall forbear To vent a sigh for him , or lend a tear ; May he live long and scorn'd , unpiti'd fall , And want a mourner at his funerall . The Exequy . ACcept thou Shrine of my dead Saint , Insteed of Dirges this complaint ; And for sweet flowres to crown thy hearse , Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy griev'd friend , whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee : thou art the book , The library whereon I look Though almost blind . For thee ( lov'd clay ) I languish out not live the day , Using no other exercise But what I practise with mine eyes : By which wet glasses I find out How lazily time creeps about To one that mourns : this , onely this My exercise and bus'ness is : So I compute the weary houres With sighs dissolved into showres . Nor wonder if my time go thus Backward and most preposterous ; Thou hast benighted me , thy set This Eve of blackness did bege● , Who was 't my day , ( though overcast Before thou had'st thy Noon-tide past ) And I remember must in tears , Thou scarce had'st seen so many years As Day tells houres . By thy cleer Sun My love and fortune first did run ; But thou wilt never more appear Folded within my Hemisphear , Since both thy light and motion Like a fled Star is fall'n and gon , And twixt me and my soules dear wish The earth now interposed is , Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne're was read in Almanake . I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my fad Clime , Were it a month , a year , or ten , I would thy exile live till then ; And all that space my mirth adjourn , So thou wouldst promise to return ; And putting off thy ashy shrowd At length disperse this sorrows cloud . But woe is me ! the longest da●e Too narrow is to calculate These empty hopes : never shall I Be so much blest as to descry A glimpse of thee , till that day come Which shall the ●arth to cinders doome , And a fierce Feaver must calcine The body of this world like thine , ( My Little World ! ) that fit of fire Once off , our bodies shall aspire To our soules bliss : then we shall rise , And view our selves with cleerer eyes In that calm Region , where no night Can hide us from each others sight . Mean time , thou hast her earth : much good May my harm do thee . Since it stood With Heavens will I might not call Her longer mine , I give thee all My short-liv'd right and interest In her , whom living I lov'd best ▪ With a most free and bounteous grief , I give thee what I could not keep . Be kind to her , and prethee look Thou write into thy Dooms-day book Each parcell of this Rarity Which in thy Casket shrin'd doth ly : See that thou make thy reck'ning streight , And yield her back again by weight ; For thou must audit on thy trust Each graine and atome of this du●t , As thou wilt answer Him that lent , Not gave thee my dear Monument . So close the ground , and 'bout her shade Black curtains draw , my Bride is laid . Sleep on my Love in thy cold bed Never to be disquieted ! My last good night ! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake : Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy Tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not faile To meet thee in that hallow Vale. And think not much of my delay ; I am already on the way , And follow thee with all the speed : Desire can make , or sorrows breed . Each minute is a short degree , And ev'ry houre a step towards thee . A● night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise neerer my We●t Of life , almost by eight houres saile , Then when sleep breath'd his drowsie gale . Thus from the Sun my Bottom stears , And my dayes Compass downward bears : Nor labour I to stemme the tide Through which to Thee I swiftly glide . 'T is true , with shame and grief I yield , Thou like the Vann first took'st the field , And gotten hast the victory In thus adventuring to dy Before me , whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave . But heark ! My Pulse like a soft Drum Beats my approch , tells Thee I come ; And slow howere my marches be , I shall at last sit down by Thee . The thought of this bids me go on , And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort . Dear ( forgive The crime ) I am content to live Divided , with but half a heart , Till we shall meet and never part . The Anniverse . AN ELEGY . SO soon grown old ! hast thou been six years dead ? Poor earth , once by my Love inhabited ! And must I live to calculate the time To which thy blooming youth could never climbe , But fell in the ascent ! yet have not I Studi'd enough thy losses history . How happy were mankind if Death's strict lawes Consum'd our lamentations like the cause ! Or that our grief turning to dust might end With the dissolved body of a friend ! But sacred Heaven ! O how just thou art In stamping deaths impression on that heart Which through thy favours would grow insolent , Were it not physick't by sharp discontent . If then it stand resolv'd in thy decree That still I must doom'd to a Desart be Sprung out of my lone thoughts , which know no path But what my own misfortune beaten hath : If thou wilt bind me living to a coarse , And I must slowly waste ; I then of force Stoop to thy great appointment , and obey That will which nought avail me to gainsay . For whil'st in sorrowes Maze I wander on , I do but follow lifes vocation . Sure we were made to grieve : at our first birth With cries we took possession of the earth ; And though the lucky man reputed be Fortunes adopted son , yet onely he Is Natures true born child , who summes his years ( Like me ) with no Arithmetick but tears . On two Children dying of one Disease , and buried in one Grave . BRought forth in sorrow , and bred up in care , Two tender Children here entombed are : One Place , one Sire , one Womb their being gave , They had one mortal sickness , and one grave . And though they cannot number many years In their Account , yet with their Patents tears This comfort mingles ; Though their dayes were few They scarcely sinne , but never sorrow knew : So that they well might boast , they carry'd hence What riper ages lose , their innocence . You pretty losses , that revive the fate Which in your mother death did antedate , O let my high-swol'n grief distill on you The saddest drops of a Parentall dew : You ask no other dower then what my eyes Lay out on your untimely exequies : When once I have discharg'd that mournfull skore , Heav'n hath decreed you ne're shall cost me more , Since you release and quit my borrow'd trust , By taking this inheritance of dust . A Letter . I Ne'r was drest in Forms ; nor can I bend My pen to flatter any , nor commend , Unless desert or honour do present Unto my verse a worthy argument . You are my friend , and in that word to me Stand blazon'd in your noblest Heraldry ; That style presents you full , and does relate The bounty of your love , and my own fate , Both which conspir'd to make me yours . A choice Which needs must in the giddy peoples voice , That onely judge the outside , and like apes Play with our names , and comment on our shapes , Appear too light : but it lies you upon To justifie the disproportion . Truth be my record , I durst not presume To seek to you , 't was you that did assume Me to your bosom . Wherein you subdu'd One that can serve you , though ne're could intrude Upon great titles ; nor knows how t' invade Acquaintance : Like such as are onely paid With great mens smiles ; if that the passant Lord Let fall a forc't salute , or but afford The Nod Regardant . It was test enough For me , you ne're did find such servile stuff Couch't in my temper ; I can freely say , I do not love you in that common way For which Great Ones are lov'd in this false time ▪ I have no wish to gain , nor will to climbe ; I cannot pawn my freedom , nor out-live My liberty for all that you can give . And sure you may retain good cheap such friends , Who not your fortune make , but you , their ends . I speak not this to vaunt in my own story , All these additions are unto your glory ; Who counter to the world , use to elect , Not to take up on trust what you affect . Indeed 't is seldom seen that such as you Adopt a friend , or for acquaintance sue ; Yet you did this vouchsafe , you did descend Below your self to raise an humble friend , And ●ix him in your love : where I will stand The constant subject of your free command . Had I no ayerie thoughts sure you would teach Me higher then my own dull sphere to reach : And by reflex instruct me to appear Something ( though course and plain ) fit for your wear . Know , best of friends , however wild report May justly say I am unapt to sort With your opinion or society , ( Which truth would shame me did I it deny ) There 's something in me sayes , I dare make good , When honour calls me , all I want in blood . Put off your Giant titles , then I can Stand in your judgements blank an equal man. Though Hills advanced are above the Plain , They are but higher earth , nor must disdain Alliance with the Vale : we see a spade Can level them , and make a Mount a Glade . Howere we differ in the Heralds book , He that mankindes extraction shall look In Natures Rolles , must grant we all agree , In our best parts , immortal pedigree : You must by that perspective onely view My service , else 't will nere shew worthy you . You see I court you bluntly like a friend Not like a Mistress ; my Muse is not penn'd For smooth and oylie flights : And I ●ndent To use more honesty then complement . But I have done ; in lieu of all you give Receive his thankful tribute who must live Your vow'd observer , and devotes a heart Which will in death seal the bold counterpart . An Acknowledgment . MY best of friends ! what needs a chain to tie One by your merit bound a Votarie ? Think you I have some plot upon my peace , I would this bondage change for a release ? Since 't was my fate your prisoner to be , Heav'n knows I nothing fear but libertie . Yet you do well that study to prevent , After so rich a stock of favour spent On one so worthless , left my memory Should let so dear an obligation dy Without Record . This made my precious Friend Her Token , as an Antidote to send Against forgetful poysons . That as they Who Vespers late , and early Mat●ins say Upon their Beads , so on this linked skore In golden numbers I might reckon o●e Your vertues and my debt , which does surmount The trivial laws of Popular account : For that within this emblematick knot Your beauteous mind , and my own fate is wrote . The sparkling constellation which combines The Lock , is your dear self , whose worth outshines Most of your sex : so solid and so clear You like a perfect Diamond appear ; Casting from your example fuller light Then those dimme sparks which glaze the brow of night , And gladding all your friends , as doth the ray Of that East-starre which wakes the cheerful day . But the black Map of death and discontent Behind that Adamantine firmament , That luckless figure which like Calvary Stands strew'd and coppy'd out in skuls , is I ▪ Whose life your absence clouds , and makes my tim● Move blindfold in the dark ecliptick line . Then wonder not if my removed Sun So low within the Western Tropick run ; My eyes no day in this Horizon see , Since where You are not all is night to one . Lastly , the anchor which enfastned lies Upon a pair of deaths , sadly applies That Monument of Rest which harbour must Our Ship-wrackt fortunes in a road of dust . So then how late soere my joyless life Be tired out in this affections strife : Though my tempestuous fancie like the skie Travail with stormes , and through my watry eie Sorrows high-going waves spring many a leak ; Though sighs blow loud til my hearts cordagebrea● Though Faith , and all my wishes prove untrue , Yet Death shall fix and anchor Me with You. 'T is some poor comfort that this mortal scope Will Period , though never Crown my Hope . The Acquittance . NOt knowing who should my Acquittance take , I know as little what discharge to mak● . The favour is so great , that it out-goes All forms of thankfulness I can propose . Those grateful levies which my pen would raise , Are stricken dumb , or bury'd in amaz● . Therefore , as once in Athens there was shown An Altar built unto the God unknown , My ignorant devotions must by guess This blind return of gratitude address , Till You vouchsafe to shew me where and how I may to this revealed Goddess bow . The Forfeiture . MY Dearest , To let you or the world know What Debt of service I do truly ow To your unpattern'd self , were to require A language onely form'd in the desire Of him that writes . It is the common fate , Of greatest duties to evaporate In silent meaning , as we often see Fires by their too much fuel smother'd be : Small Obligations may find vent and speak , When greater the unable debtor break , And such are mine to you , whose favours store , Hath made me poorer then I was before ; For I want words and language to declare How strict my Bond or large your bounties are . Since nothing in my desp'rate fortune found , Can payment make , nor yet the summe compound ▪ You must lose all , or else of force accept The body of a Bankrupt for your debt . Then Love , your Bond to Execution sue , And take my self , as forfeited to you . The Departure . AN ELEGY . VVEre I to leave no more then a good friend , Or but to hear the summons to my end , ( Which I have long'd for ) I could then with ease Attire my grief in words , and so appease That passion in my bosom , which outgrowes The language of strict verse or largest prose . But here I am quite lost ; writing to you All that I pen or think , is forc't and new . My faculties run cross , and prove as weak T' indite this melancholly task , as speak : Indeed all words are vain ● vell might I spare This rendring of my tortur'd thoughts in ayre , Or sighing paper . My infectious grief Strikes inward , and affords me no relief . But still a deeper wound , to lose a sight More lov'd then health , and dearer then the light . But all of us were not at the same time Brought forth , nor are we billited in one clime . Nature hath pitch't mankind at several rates , Making our places diverse as our fates . Unto that universal law I bow , Though with unwilling knee ; and do allow Her cruell justice , which dispos'd us so That we must counter to our wishes go . 'T was part of mans first curse , which order'd w●ll We should not alway with our likings dwell . 'T is onely the Triumphant Church where we Shall in unsever'd Neighbourhood agree . Go then best soul , and where You must appear Restore the Day to that dull Hemisphear . Nere may the hapless Night You leave behind Darken the comforts of Your purer mind . May all the blessings Wi●●es can invent Enrich your dayes , and crown them with co●tent , And though You travel down into the West , May Your lifes Sun stand fixed in the East , Far from the weeping set ; nor may my car Take in that killing whisper , You once were . Thus kiss I your fair hands , taking my leave As Prisoners at the Bar their doom receive . All joyes go with You : let sweet peace attend You on the way , and wait Your journeys end . But let Your discontents , and sowrer fate Remain with me , born off in my Retrait . Might all your crosses in that sheet of lead Which folds my heavy heart lie buried : 'T is the last service I would do You , and the best My wishes ever meant , or tongue profest . Once more I take my leave . And once for all , Our parting shews so like a funerall , It strikes my soul , which hath most right to be Chief Mourner at this sad solemnitie . And think not , Dearest , 'cause this parting knell Is rung in verses , that at Your farewell I onely mourn in Poetry and Ink : No , my Pens melancholy Plommets sink So low , they dive where th' hid affections sit , Blotting that Paper where my mirth was writ . Believ 't that sorrow truest is which lies Deep in the breast , not floating in the eies : And he with saddest circumstance doth part , Who seals his farewell with a bleeding heart . PARADOX . That it is best for a Young Maid to marry an Old Man. FAir one , why cannot you an old man love ? He may as useful , and more constant prove . Experience shews you that maturer years Are a security against those fears Youth will expose you to ; whose wild desire As it is hot , so 't is as rash as fire . Mark how the blaze extinct in ashes lies , Leaving no brand nor embers when it dies Which might the flame renew : thus soon consumes Youths wandring hea● , and vanishes in fumes . When ages riper love unapt to stray Though loose and giddy change of objects , may In your warm bosom like a cynder lie , 〈◊〉 and kindled by your sparkling eie . T is not 〈◊〉 , there are extremes in both Which may the fancie move to like or loath : 〈◊〉 of the two you better shall endure To marry with the Cramp then Calenture . Who would in wisdom choose the Torrid Zone Therein to settle a Plantation ? Merchants can tell you , those hot Climes were made But at the longest for a three years trade : And though the Indies cast the sweeter smell , Yet health and plenty do more Northward dwell ▪ For where the raging Sun-beams burn the earth , Her scorched mantle withers into dearth ; Yet when that drought becomes the Harvests cur●e , Snow doth the tender Corn most kindly nurse : Why now then wooe you not some snowy head To take you in meer pitty to his bed ? I doubt the harder task were to perswade Him to love you : for if what I have said In Virgins as in Vegetals holds true , Hee 'l prove the better Nurse to cherish you . Some men we know renown'd for wisdom grown By old records and antique Medalls shown ; Why ought not women then be held mo●t wise Who can produce living antiquities ? Besides if care of that main happiness Your sex triumphs in , doth your thoughts possess , I mean your beauty from decay to keep ; No wash nor mask is like an old mans sleep . Young wives need never to be Sun-burnt fear , Who their old husbands for Umbrellaes wear : How russet looks an Orchard on the hill To one that 's water'd by some neighb'ring Drill ? Are not the floated Medowes ever seen To flouri●h soonest , and hold longest green ? You may be sure no moist'ning lacks that Bride , Who lies with Winter thawing by her side . She should be fruitful too as fields that joyne Unto the melting waste of Appenine . Whil'st the cold morning-drops bedew the Rose , It doth nor leaf , nor smell , nor colour lose ; Then doubt no● Sweet ! Age hath supplies of wet To keep You like that flowr in water set . Dripping Catarrhs and Fontinells are things Will make You th●nk You grew betwixt two Springs . And should You not think so , You scarce allow The force or Merit of Your Marriage-Vow ; Where Maids a new Creed learn , & must from thence Believe against their own or others sence . Else Love will nothing differ from neglect , Which turns not to a vertue each defect . I le say no more but this ; you women make Your Childrens reck'ning by the Almanake . I like it well , so you contented are , To choose their Fathers by that Kalendar . Turn then old Erra Pater , and there see According to lifes posture and degree , What age or what complexion is most fit To make an English Maid happy by it ; And You shall find , if You will choose a man , Set justly for Your own Meridian , Though You perhaps let One and Twenty woo , Your elevation is for Fifty Two. PARADOX . That Fruition destroyes Love. LOve is our Reasons Paradox , which still Against the judgment doth maintain the Will : And governs by such arbitrary laws , It onely makes the Act our Likings cause : We have no brave revenge , but to forgo Our full desires , and starve the Tyrant so . They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste , Preserve a stock of Love can never waste ; When easie people who their wish enjoy , Like Prodigalls at once their wealth destroy . Adam till now had stayd in Paradise Had his desires been bounded by his eyes . When he did more then look , that made th' offence , And forfeited his state of innocence . Fruition therefore is the bane t' undoe Both our affection and the subject too . 'T is Love into worse language to translate , And make it into Lust degenerate : 'T is to De-throne , and thrust it from the heart , To seat it grossely in the sensual part . Seek for the Starre that 's shot upon the ground , And nought but a dimme gelly there is found . Thus foul and dark our female starres appear , If fall'n or loosned once from Vertues Sphear . Glow-worms shine onely look't on , and let ly , But handled crawl into deformity : So beauty is no longer fair and bright , Then whil'st unstained by the appetite ; And then it withers like a blasted flowre Some poys'nous worm or spider hath crept ore . Pigmaleon's dotage on the carved stone , Shews Amorists their strong illusion . Whil'st he to gaze and court it was content , He serv'd as Priest at beauties Monument : But when by looser fires t'embraces led , It prov'd a cold hard Statue in his bed . Irregular affects , like mad mens dreams Presented by false lights and broken beams , So long content us , as no neer address Shews the weak sense our painted happiness . But when those pleasing shaddowes us forsake , Or of the substance we a trial make , Like him , deluded by the fancies mock , We ship-wrack 'gainst an Alabaster rock . What though thy Mistress far from Marble be ? Her softness will transform and harden thee . Lust is a Snake , and Guilt the Gorgons head , Which Conscience turns to Stone , & Joyes to Lead . Turtles themselves will blush , if put to name The Act , whereby they quench their am'rous flame . Who then that 's wise or vertuous , would not feare To catch at pleasures which forbidden were , When those which we count lawful , cannot be Requir'd without some loss of modestie ? Ev'n in the Marriage-Bed , where soft delights Are customary and authoriz'd Rites ; What are those tributes to the wanton sense , But toleration of Incontinence ? For properly you cannot call that Love Which does not from the Soul , but Humour move . Thus they who worship't Pan or Is●s Shrine , By the fair Front judg'd all within Divine : Though entring , found 't was but a Goat or Cow To which before their ignorance did bow . Such Temples and such Goddesses are these Which foolish Lovers and admirers please : Who if they chance within the Shrine to pri● , Find that a beast they thought a Deity . Nor makes it onely our opinion less Of what we lik't before , and now possess ; But robbs the Fuel , and corrupts the Spice Which sweetens and inflames Loves sacrifice ▪ After Fruition once , what is Desire But ashes kept warm by a dying fire ? This is ( if any ) the Philosophers Stone , Which still miscarries at Projection . For when the Heat ad Octo intermits , It poorly takes us like Third Ague fits ; Or must on Embers as dull Druggs infuse , Which we for Med'cine not for Pleasure use . Since Lovers joyes then leave so sick a taste , And soon as relish'd by the Sense are past ; They are but Riddles sure , lost if possest , And therefore onely in Reversion best . For bate them Expectation and Delay , You take the most delightful Scenes away . These two such rule within the fancie keep , As banquets apprehended in our sleep ; After which pleasing trance next morn we wake Empty and angry at the nights mistake . Give me long Dreams and Visions of content , Rather then pleasures in a minute spent . And since I know before , the shedding Rose In that same instant doth her sweetness lose , Upon the Virgin-stock still let her dwell For me , to feast my longings with her smell . Those are but counterfeits of joy at best , Which languish soon as brought unto the test . Nor can I hold it worth his pains who tries To Inne that Harvest which by reaping dies . Resolve me now what spirit hath delight , If by full feed you kill the appetite ? That stomack healthy'st is , that nere was cloy'd , Why not that Love the best then , nere enjoy'd ? Since nat'rally the blood , when tam'd or sated , Will cool so fast it leaves the object hated . Pleasures like wonders quickly lose their price When Reason or Experience makes us wise . To close my argument then . I dare say ( And without Paradox ) as well we may Enjoy our Love and yet preserve Desire , As warm our hands by putting out the fire . The Change Il sabio mude conseio : Il loco persevera . WE lov'd as friends now twenty years and more : Is 't time or reason think you to give o're ? When though two prentiships set Jacob free , I have not held my Rachel dear at three . Yet will I not your levitie accuse ; Continuance sometimes is the worse abuse . In judgment I might rather hold it strange , If like the fleeting world , you did not change : Be it your wisdom therefore to retract , When perseverance oft is follies act . In pity I can think , that what you do Hath Justice in 't , and some Religion too ; For of all vertues Morall or Divine , We know but Love none must in Heaven shine : Well did you the presumption then foresee Of counterfeiting immortalitie : Since had you kept our loves too long alive , We might invade Heavens prerogative ; Or in our progress , like the Jews , comprise The Legend of an earthly Paradise . Live happy and more prosperous in the next , You have discharg'd your old friend by the Text. Farewel fair Shadow of a female faith , And let this be our friendships Epitaph : Affection shares the frailty of our fate , When ( like our selves ) 't is old and out of date : 'T is just all humane Loves their period have , When friends are frail and dropping to the grave ! To my Sister Anne King , who chid me in verse for being angry . DEar Nan , I would not have thy counsel lost , Though I last night had twice so much been crost ; Well is a Passion to the Market brought , When such a treasure of advice is bought With so much dross . And could'st thou me assure , Each vice of mine should meet with such a cure , I would sin oft , and on my guilty brow Wear every misperfection that I ow , Open and visible ; I should not hide But bring my faults abroad : to hear thee chide In such a Note , and with a Quill so sage , It Passion tunes , and calm●s a Tempests rage . Well I am charm'd , and promise to redress What , without shrift , my follies doe confess Against my self : wherefore let me intreat , When I fly out in that distemper'd heat Which frets me into fasts , thou wilt reprove That froward spleen in Poetry and Love : So though I lose my reason in such fits , Thou l't rime me back again into my wits . AN ELEGY Vpon the immature loss of the most vertuous Lady Anne Rich. I Envy not thy mortal triumphs , Death , ( Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breath ) Nor do I wonder much , nor yet complain The weekly numbers by thy arrow flain . The whole world is thy Factory , and we Like traffick driven and retail'd by Thee : And where the springs of life fill up so fast , Some of the waters needs must run to waste . It is confest , yet must our griefs dispute That which thine own conclusion doth refute Ere we begin . Hearken ! for if thy ear Be to thy throat proportion'd , thou canst hear . Is there no order in the work of Fate ? Nor rule , but blindly to antici●pate Our growing seasons ? or think'st thou 't is just , To sprinkle our fresh blossomes with thy dust , Till by abortive funerals , thou bring That to an Autumn Nature meant a Spring ? Is 't not enough for thee that wither'd age Lies the unpiti'd subject of thy rage ; But like an ugly Amorist , thy crest Must be with spoyles of Youth and Beauty drest ? In other Camps , those which fare down to day March first to morrow , and they longest stay Who last came to the service : But in thine , Onely confusion stands for discipline . We fall in such promiscuous heaps , none can Put any diff'rence 'twixt thy Rear or Van ; Since oft the youngest lead thy Files . For this The grieved world here thy accuser is , And I a Plaintiff , 'mongst those many ones Who wet this Ladies Urn with zealous moanes ; As if her ashes quick'ning into years Might be again embody'd by our tears But all in vain ; the moisture we bestow Shall make assoon her curled Marble grow , As render heat , or motion to that blood , Which through her veins branch't like an azure flood , Whose now still Current in the grave is lost , Lock't up , and fetter'd by eternal frost . Desist from hence , doting Astrology ! To search for hidden wonders in the sky ; Or from the concourse of malignant starres Foretel diseases gen'ral as our warres : What barren droughts , forerunners of lean dear● ▪ Threaten to starve the plenty of the earth : What horrid forms of darkness must affright The sickly world , hast'ning to that long night Where it must end . If there no Portents 〈◊〉 , No black eclipses for the Kalendar , Our times sad Annals will remembred be Ith'loss of bright Northumberland and Thee : Two Starres of Court , who in one fatal year By most untimely set dropt from their Sphear . Shee in the winter took her flight , and soon As her perfections : reach't the point of Noon , Wrapt in a cloud , contracted her wisht stay Unto the measure of a short-liv'd day . But Thou in Summer , like an early Rose By Deaths cold hand nipp'd as Thou didst disclose , Took'st a long day to run that narrow stage , Which in two gasping minutes summ'd thy age . And , as the fading Rose , when the leaves shed Lies in its native sweetness buried , Thou in thy vertues bedded and inherst Sleep'st with those odours thy pure fame disperst . Where till that Rising Morn thou must remain , In which thy wither'd flowres shall spring again . And greater beauties thy wak't body vest Then were at thy departure here possest . So with full eyes we close thy vault . Content ( With what thy loss bequeaths us ) to lament , And make that use of thy griev'd funerall , As of a Chryst●ll broken in the fall ; Whose pitti'd fractures gather'd up , and set , May smaller Mirrours for Thy Sex beget ; There let them view themselves , untill they see The end of all their glories shew'n in Thee . Whil'st in the truth of this sad tribute , I Thus strive to Canonize thy Memory . AN ELEGY Vpon Mrs. Kirk unfortunately drowned in Thames . FOr all the Ship-wracks , and the liquid graves Lost men have gain'd within the furrow'd waves , The Sea hath fin'd and for our wrongs paid use , When its wrought foam a Venus did produce . But what repair wilt thou unhappy Thames Afford our losse ? thy dull unactive streames Can no new beauty raise , nor yet restore H●r who by thee was ravisht from our shore : Whose death hath stain'd the glory of thy flood , And mixt the guilty Channel with her blood . O Neptune ! was thy favour onely writ In that loose Element where thou dost sit ? That after all this time thou should'st repent Thy fairest blessing to the Continent ? Say , what could urge this Fate ? is Thetis dead , Or Amphitrite from thy wet armes fled ? Was 't thou so poor in Nymphs , that thy moist love Must be maintain'd with pensions from above ? If none of these , but that whil'st thou did'st sleep Upon thy sandy pillow in the deep , This mischief stole upon us : may our grief Waken thy just revenge on that slie thief , Who in thy fluid Empire without leave , And unsuspected , durst her life bereave . Henceforth invert thy order , and provide In gentlest floods a Pilot for our guide . Let rugged Seas be lov'd , but the Brooks smile Shunn'd like the courtship of a Crocodile ; And where the Current doth most smoothly pass , Think for her sake that stream deaths Looking-glass , To shew us our destruction is most neer , When pleasure hath begot least sense of fear . Else break thy forked Scepter 'gainst some Rock , If thou endure a flatt'ring calm to mock Thy far-fam'd pow'r , and violate that law Which keeps the angry Ocean in aw . Thy Trident will grow useless , which doth still Wild tempests , if thou let tame rivers kill . Mean time we ow thee nothing . Our first debt Lies cancell'd in thy watry Cabinet . We have for Her thou sent'st us from the Main , Return'd a Venus back to thee again . AN ELEGY Vpon the death of Mr. Edward Holt. VVHether thy Fathers , or diseases rage , More mortal p●ov'd to thy unhappy age , Our sorrow needs not question ; since the first Is known for length and sharpness much the worst . Thy Feaver yet was kind ; which the ninth day Fo● thy misfortunes made an easie way . When th' other barbarous and Hectick fit , In nineteen winters did not intermit . I therefore vainly now not ask thee why Thou didst so soon in thy Youths mid-way dy : But in my sence the greater wonder make Thy long oppressed heart no sooner brake , Of force must the neglected blossom fall When the tough root becomes unnaturall , And to his branches doth that sap deny , Which them with life and verdure should supply . For Parents shame , let it forgotten be , And may the sad example die with thee . It is not now thy grieved friends intent To render thee dull Pities argument . Thou hast a bolder title unto fame , And at Edge-Hill thou didst make good the claime ; When in thy Royal Masters Cause and Warre Thy ventur'd life brought off a noble skarre . Nor did thy faithful services desist Till death untimely strook thee from the List. Though in that prouder vault then , which doth tomb Thy ancestors , thy body find not room , Thine own deserts have purchas'd thee a place , Which more renowned is then all thy race ; For in this earth thou dost enn●bled ly With marks of Valour and of Loyalty . To my dead friend Ben : Iohnson . I See that wreath which doth the wearer arm 'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder , is no charm To keep off deaths pale dart . For , Iohnson then Thou hadst been number'd still with living men . Times sithe had fear'd thy Lawrel to invade , Nor thee this subject of our sorrow made . Amongst those many votaries who come To offer up their Garlands at thy Tombe ; Whil'st some more lofty pens in their bright verse ( Like glorious Tapers flaming on thy herse ) Shall light the dull and thankless world to see , How great a maim it suffers wanting thee ; Let not thy learned shadow scorn , that I Pay meaner Rites unto thy memory ; And since I nought can adde , but in desire Restore some sparks which leapt from thine own fire . What ends soever others quills invite , I can p●otest , it was no itch to write , Nor any vain ambition to be read , But meerly Love and Justice to the dead Which rais'd my fameless Muse ; and caus'd her bring These drops , as tribute thrown into that spring , To whose most rich and fruitful head we ow The purest streams of language which can flow . For 't is but truth , thou taught'st the ruder age To speake by Grammar , and reform'dst the Stage : Thy Comick Sock induc'd such purged sence , A Lucrece might have heard without offence . Amongst those soaring wits that did dilate Our English , and advance it to the rate And value it now holds , thy self was one Helpt lift it up to such proportion . That thus refin'd and roab'd , it shall not spare With the full Greek or Latine to compare . For what tongue ever durst , but ours , translate Great Tully's Eloquence , or Homers State ? Both which in their unblemisht lustre shine , From Chapmans pen , and from thy Catiline . All I would ask for thee , in recompence Of thy successful toyl and times expence , Is onely this poor Boon : that those who can Perhaps read French , or talk Italian , Or do the lofty Spaniard affect ; To shew their skill in Forrein Dialect , Prove not themselves so unnaturally wise , They therefore should their Mother-tongue despise . ( As if her Poets both for style and wit Not equall'd , or not pass'd their hest that writ ) Untill by studying Iohnson they have known The height and strength and plenty of their own . Thus in what low earth or neglected room Soere thou sleep'st , thy book shall be thy tomb . Thou wilt go down a happy Coarse , bestrew'd With thine own Flowres ; and feel thy self renew'd , Whil'st thy immortal never-with'ring Bayes Shall yearly flourish in thy Readers praise . And when more spreading Titles are forgot , Or spight of all their Lead and Sear-cloth rot , Thou wrapt and Shrin'd in thine own sheets , wilt ly A Relick fam'd by all Posterity . AN ELEGY Vpon Prince Henry's death . KEep station Nature , and rest Heaven sure On thy supporters shoulders , lest past cure , Thou dasht in ru●ne fall by a griefs weight Will make thy basis shrink , and lay thy height Low as the Center Heark ! and feel it read Through the astonisht Kingdom , Henry's dead . It is enough ; who seeks to aggravate One strain beyond this , prove more sharp his fate Then sad our doom ▪ The world dares not survive To parallel this woes superlative . O killing Rhetorick of Death ! two words Breathe stronger terrours then Plague , Fire , or Swords Ere conquer'd . This were Epitaph and Verse Worthy to be pre●ixt in Natures herse , Or Earths sad dissolution ; whose fall Will be less grievous though more generall : For all the woe ruine ere buried , Sounds in these fatal accents , Henry's dead . Cease then unable Poetry , thy phrase Is weak and dull to strike us with amaze Worthy thy vaster subject . Let none dare To coppy this sad hap , but with despair Hanging at his quills point . For not a stream Of Ink can write much less improve this Theam . Invention highest wrought by grief or wit Must sink with him , and on his Tomb-stone split . Who , like the dying Sun , tells us the light And glory of our Day set in his Night . AN ELEGY Vpon S. W. R. I Will not weep , for 't were as great a sin To shed a tear for thee , as to have bin ▪ An Actor in thy death . Thy life and age Was but a various Scene on fortunes Stage , With whom thou tugg'st & strov'st ev'n out of breath In thy long toil : nere master'd till thy death ; And then despight of trains and cruell wit , Thou did'st at once subdue malice and it . I dare not then so blast thy memory As say I do lament or pity thee . Were I to choose a subject to bestow My pity on , he should be one as low In spirit as desert . That durst not dy But rather were content by slavery To purchase life : or I would pity those Thy most industrious and friendly foes : Who when they thought to makethee scandals story Lent thee a swifter flight to Heav'n and glory . That thought by cutting off some wither'd dayes , ( Which thou could'st spare them ) to eclipse thy praise ; Yet gave it brighter foil , made thy ag'd fame Appear more white and fair , then foul their shame : And did promote an Execution Which ( but for them ) Nature and Age had done . Such worthless things as these were onely born To live on Pities almes ( too mean for scorn . ) Thou dy'dst an envious wonder , whose high fate The world must still admire , scarce imitate . AN ELEGY Vpon the L. Bishop of London Iohn King. SAd Relick of a blessed Soul ! whose trust We sealed up in this religious dust . O do not thy low Exequies suspect As the cheap arguments of our neglect . 'T was a commanded duty that thy grave As little pride as thou thy self should have . Therefore thy covering is an humble stone , And but a word * for thy inscription . When those that in the same earth neighbour thee , Have each his Chronicle and Pedigree : They have their waving pennons and their flagges , ( Of Matches and Alliance formal bragges . ) VVhen thou ( although from Ancestors thou came Old as the Heptarchy , great as thy Name ) Sleep'st there inshrin'd in thy admired parts , And hast no Heraldry but thy deserts . Yet let not Them their prouder Marbles boast , For They rest with less honour , though more cost . Go , search the world , and with your Mattox wound The groaning bosom of the patient ground : Digge from the hidden veins of her dark womb All that is rare and precious for a tomb : Yet when much treasure , and more time is spent You must grant Hi● the nobler Monument . Whose Faith stands ore Him for a Hearse , and hath The Resurrection for His Epitaph . Vpon the death of my ever desired friend Doctor Donne Dean of Pauls . TO have liv'd eminent in a degreee Beyond our lofty'st flights , that is like thee ; Or t' have had too much merit is not safe ; For such excesses find no Epitaph . At common graves we have Poetick eyes Can melt themselves in easie Elegies ; Each quill can drop his tributary verse , And pin it with the Hatchments , to the Herse : But at thine , Poem or inscription ( Rich Soul of wit and language : ) we have none ; Indeed a silence does that Tomb besit Where is no Herald left to blazon it . Widdow'd invention justly doth forbear To come abroad knowing thou art not here , Late her great Patron ; whose prerogative Maintain'd and cloth'd her so , as none alive Must now presume to keep her at thy rate , Though he the Indies for her dowre estate ; Or else that awful fire , which once did burn In thy clear brain , now fall'n into thy Urn. Lives there to fright rude Empericks from thenc● ; Which might profane thee by their ignorance : Who ever writes of thee , and in a style Unworthy such a Theme , does but revile Thy precious dust , and wake a learned spirit Which may revenge his rapes upon thy merit . For all a low-pitcht fancie can devise , Will prove at best but hallow'd injuries . Thou , like the dying Swan , didst lately sing Thy mournful Dirge in audience of the King ; When pale looks , and faint accents of thy breath , Presented so to life that piece of death , That it was fear'd and prophesi'd by all Thou thither cam'st to preach thy Funerall . O! hadst thou in an Elegiack knell Rung out unto the world thine own farewell ; And in thy high victorious numbers beat The solemn measure of thy griev'd retreat : Thou might'st the Poets service now have mist , As well as then thou didst prevent the Priest : And never to the world beholden be , So much as for an Epitaph for thee . I do not like the office . Nor is 't fit Thou , who didst lend our age such summes of wit , Should'st now reborrow from her Bankrupt Mine That Ore to bury thee , which once was thine . Rather still leave us in thy debt ; and know ( Exalted Soul ! ) More glory 't is to ow Unto thy Herse what we can never pay , Then with embased coin those Rites defray . Commit we then Thee to Thy Self : nor blame Our drooping loves , which thus to thine own fame Leave Thee Executour : since but thy own No pen could do Thee Justice , nor Bayes crown Thy vast desert ; save that we nothing can Depute to be thy ashes Guardian . So Jewellers no Art or Metal trust To form the Diamond , but the Diamonds dust . AN ELEGY Vpon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus . LIke a cold fatal sweat which ushers death My thoughts hang on me , & my lab'ring breath Stopt up with sighs , my fancie big with woes , Feels two twinn'd mountains struggle in her throws , Of boundless sorrow one , ●other of sin ; For less let no one rate it to begin Where honour ends . In Great Gustavus flame That style burnt out , and wasted to a name , Does barely live with us . As when the stuff That fed it ●ailes , the Taper turns to snuff . With this poor snuff , this ayerie shadow , we Of Fame and Honour must contented be ; Since from the vain grasp of our wishes fled Their glorious substance is , now He is dead . Speak it again , and louder , louder yet ; Else whil'st we hear the sound we shall forget What it delivers . Let hoarse rumor cry Till she so many ecchoes multiply , Those may like num'rous witnesses confute Our unbelieving soules , that would dispute And doubt this truth for ever . This one way Is left our incredulity to sway ; To waken our deaf sense , and make our ears As open and dilated as our fears ; That we may feel the blow , and feeling grieve , At what we would not feign , but must believe . And in that horrid faith behold the world From her proud height of expectation hurl'd , Stooping with him , as if she strove to have No lower Center now then Swedens grave . O could not all thy purchas'd victories Like to thy Fame thy Flesh immortalize ? Were not thy vertue nor thy valour charmes To guard thy body from those outward harmes Which could not reach thy soul ? could not thy spirit Lend somewhat which thy frailty might inherit From thy diviner part , that Death nor Hate Nor envy's bullets ere could penetrate ? Could not thy early Trophies in stern fight Torn from the Dane , the Pole , the Moscovite ? Which were thy triumphs seeds , as pledges sown , That when thy honours harvest was ripe grown , With full-summ'd wing thou Falcon-like wouldst fly And cuff the Eagle in the German sky : Forcing his iron beak and feathers feel They were not proof 'gainst thy victorious steel . Could not all these protect thee ? or prevaile To fright that Coward Death , who oft grew pale To look thee and thy battails in the face ? Alas they could not : Destiny gives place To none ; nor is it seen that Princes lives Can saved be by their prerogatives . No more was thine ; who clos'd in thy cold lead , Dost from thy self a mournful lecture read Of Mans short-dated glory : learn you Kings , You are like him but penetrable things ; Though you from Demi-Gods derive your birth , You are at best but honourable earth : And howere sifted from that cour●er bran Which does compound and knead the common man , Nothing 's immortal or from earth refin'd About you , but your Office and your Mind . Here then break your false Glasses , which present You greater then your Maker ever meant : Make truth your Mirrour now , since you find all That flatter you confuted by his fall . Yet since it was decreed thy lifes bright Sun Must be eclips'd ere thy fuil course was run , Be proud thou didst in thy black Obsequies With greater glory set then others rise . For in thy death , as life , thou heldest one Most just and regular proportion . Look how the Circles drawn by Compass meet Indivisibly joyned head to feet , And by continued points which them unite Grow at once Circular and Infinite : So did thy Fate and honour now contend To match thy brave beginning with thy end . Therefore thou hadst instead of Passing bells The Drums and Cannons thunder for thy knells ; And in the Field thou did'st triumphing dy , Closing thy eye-lids with a victory : That so by thousands who there lost their breath King-like thou might'st be waited on in death . Liv'd Plutarch now , and would of Caesar tell , He could make none but Thee his parallel ; Whose tide of glory swelling to the brim Needs borrow no addition from Him. When did great Julius in any Clime Atchieve so much and in so small a time ? Or if he did , yet shalt Thou in that land Single for him and unexampled stand . When ore the Germans first his Eagle towr'd What saw the Legions which on them he pour'd ? But massie bodies , made their swords to try Subjects not for his fight * , but slavery . In that so vast expanded peece of ground ( Now Swedens Theater and Tomb ) he found Nothing worth Caesars valour , or his fear , No conqu'ring Army , nor a Tilley there , Whose strength nor wiles , nor practice in the warre Might the fierce Torrent of thy triumphs barre , But that thy winged sword twice made him yield , Both from his trenches beat , and from the field . Besides the R●mane thought he had done much Did he the bank of Rhenus onely touch . But though his march was bounded by the Rhine Not Oder nor the Danube Thee confine ; And but thy frailty did thy fame prevent , Thou hadst thy conquests strecht to such extent , Thou might'st Vienna reach , and after span From Mulda to the Baltick Ocean . But death hath spann'd thee : nor must we divine What heir thou leav'st to finish thy design , Or who shall thee succeed as Champion For liberty and for religion . Thy task is done ; as in a Watch the spring Wound to the height , relaxes with the string : So thy steel nerves of conquest , from their steep Ascent declin'd , lie slackt in thy last sleep . Rest then triumphant soul ! for ever rest ! And , like the Phoenix in her spicy nest , Embalm'd with thine own merit , upward fly , Born in a cloud of perfume to the sky . Whil'st , as in deathless Urnes , each noble mind Treasures thy ashes which are left behind . And if perhaps no Cassiopeian spark ( Which in the North did thy first rising mark ) Shine ore thy Herse : the breath of our just praise Shall to the Firmament thy vertues raise ; Then fix , and kindle them into a Starre , Whose influence may crown thy glorious warre . — O Famâ ingens ingentior armis Rex Gustave , quibus Coelo te laudibus aequem ? Virgil. Aeneid . lib. 2. To my Noble and Iudicious Friend Sir Henry Blount upon his Voyage . SIR , I must ever own my self to be Possest with humane curiositie Of seeing all that might the sense invite By those two baits of profit and delight : And since I had the wit to understand The terms of Native or of forreign land ; I have had strong and oft desires to tread Some of those voyages which I have read . Yet still so fruitless have my wishes p●ov'd , That from my Countreys smoke I never mov'd : Nor ever had the fortune ( though design'd ) To satisfie the wandrings of my mind . Therefore at last I did with some content , Beguile my self in time , which others spent ; Whose art to Provinces small lines allots , And represents large Kingdomes but in spots . Thus by Ortelius and Mercators aid Through most of the discover'd world I strai'd . I could with ease double the Southern Cape , And in my passage Affricks wonders take : Then with a speed proportion'd to the Scale Northward again , as high as Zemla sayl . Oft hath the travel of my eye outrun ( Though I sat still ) the journey of the Sun : Yet made an end , ere his declining beams Did nightly quench themselves in Thetis streams . Oft have I gone through Aegypt in a day , Not hinder'd by the droughts of Lybia ; In which , for lack of water tides of sand By a dry deluge overflow the land . There I the Pyramids and Cairo see , Still famous for the warres of Tomombee , And its own greatness ; whose immured fence Takes fourty miles in the circumference . Then without guide , or stronger Caravan Which might secure the wild Arabian , Back through the scorched Desarts pass , to seek Once the worlds Lord , now the beslaved Greek , Made by a Turkish yoak and fortunes hate In language as in mind , degenerate . And here all wrapt in pity and amaze I stand , whil'st I upon the Sultan gaze ; To think how he with pride and rapine fir'd So vast a Territory hath acquir'd ; And by what daring steps he did become The Asian fear , and scourge of Christendome : How he archiev'd , and kept , and by what arts He did concenter those divided parts ; And how he holds that monstrous bulk in aw , By setled rules of tyrannie , not Law : So Rivers large and rapid streams began , Swelling from drops into an Ocean . Sure who ere shall the just extraction bring Of this Gigantick power from the spring ; Must there confess a higher Ordinance Did it for terrour to the earth advance . For mark how 'mongst a lawless straggling crew Made up of Arab , Saracen , and Iew , The worlds disturber , faithless Mahomet Did by Impostures an opinion get : O're whom he first usurps as Prince , and than As Prophet does obtrude his Alcoran . Next , how fierce Ottoman his claim made good From that unblest Religion , by blood ; Whil'st he the Eastern Kingdomes did deface , To make their ruine his proud Empires base . Then like a Comet blazing in the skies , How Death-portending Amurath did rise , When he his horned Crescents did display Upon the fatal Plains of Servia ; And farther still his sanguin tresses spread , Till Croya Life and Conquests limited . Lastly , how Mahomet thence styl'd the Great , Made Constantines his own Imperial Seat ; After that he in one victorious bond Two Empires graspt , of Greece and Trabezond . This , and much more then this , I gladly read , Where my relators it had storyed ; Besides that Peoples Manners and their Rites , Their warlike discipline and order'd fights ; Their desp'rate valour , hardned by the sence Of unavoided Fate and Providence : Their habit , and their houses , who confer Less cost on them then on their Sepulchre : Their frequent washings , and the several Bath Each Meschit to it self annexed hath : What honour they unto the Musty give , What to the Soveraign under whom they live : What quarter Christians have ; how just and free To inoffensive Travellers they be : Though I confess , like stomacks fed with news , I took them in for wonder , nor for use , Till your experienc'd and authentick pen Taught me to know the places and the men ; And made all those suspected truths become Undoubted now , and cleer as Axiom . Sir , for this work more then my thanks is due ; I am at once inform'd and cur'd by you . So that , were I assur'd I should live o're My periods of time run out before ; Nere needed my erratick wish transport Me from my Native lists to that resort , Where many at outlandish Marts unlade Ingenuous manners , and do onely trade For vices and the language . By your eyes I here have made my full discoveries ; And all your Countreys so exactly seen , As in the voyage I had sharer been . By this you make me so ; and the whole land Your debtour : which can onely understand How much she owes you , when her sons shall try The solid depths of your rare history , Which looks above our gadders trivial reach , The Common Place of travellers , who teach But Table-talk ; and seldomly aspire Beyond the Countres Dyet or Attire ; Whereas your piercing judgement does relate The Policy and Manage of each State. And since she must here without envy grant That you have further journey'd the Levant Then any noble spirit by her bred Hath in your way as yet adventured ; I cannot less in justice from her look , Then that she henceforth Canonize your book A Rule to all her travellers , and you The brave example ; from whose equal view Each knowing Reader may himself direct , How he may go abroad to some effect , And not for form : what distance and what trust In those remo●er parts observe he must : How he with jealous people may converse , Yet take no hurt himself by that commerce . So when he shall imbark'd in dangers be , Which wit and wary caution not foresee ; If he partake your valour and your brain , He may perhaps come safely off again , As you have done ; though not so richly fraught As this return hath to our Staple brought . I know your modesty shuns vulgar praise , And I have none to bring : but onely raise This monument of Honour and of Love , Which your long known deserts so far improve , They leave me doubtfull in what style to end , Whether more your admirer or your friend . To my honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys . IT is , Sir , a confest intrusion here That I before your labours do appear , Which no loud Herald need , that may proclaim Or seek acceptance , but the Authors fame . Much less that should this happy work commend , Whose subject is its licence , and doth send It to the world to be receiv'd and read , Far as the glorious beams of truth are spread . Nor let it be imagin'd that I look Onely with Customes eye upon your book ; Or in this service that 't was my intent T'exclude your person from your argument : I shall profess much of the love I ow , Doth from the root of our extraction grow ; To which though I can little contribute , Yet with a naturall joy I must impute To our Tribes honou● , what by you is done Worthy the title of a Prelates son . And scarcely have two brothers farther borne A Fathers name , or with more value worne Their own , then two of you ; whose pens and feet Have made the distant Points of Heav'n to meet ; He by exact discoveries of the * West , Your self by painful travels in the East . Some more like you might pow'rfully confute Th'opposers of Priests marriage by the fruit . And ( since t is known for all their streight vow'd life , They like the sex in any style but wise ) Cause them to change their Cloyster for that State Which keeps men chaste by vowes legitimate : Nor shame to father their relations , Or under Nephews names disguise their sons . This Child of yours born without spurious blot , And fairly Midwiv'd as it was begot , Doth so much of the Parents goodness wear , You may be proud to own it for your Heir . Whose choice acquits you from the common sin Of such , who finish worse then they begin : You mend upon your self , and your last strain Does of your first the start in judgment gain ; Since what in curious travel was begun , You here conclude in a devotion . Where in delightful raptures we desc●y As in a Map , Sions Chorography Laid out in so direct and smooth a line , Men need not go about through Palestine : Who seek Christ here will the streight Rode prefer , As neerer much then by the Sepulchre . For not a limb growes here , but is a path ; Which in Gods City the blest Center hath : And doth so sweetly on each passion strike , The most fantastick taste will somewhat like . To the unquiet soul Ioh still from hence Pleads in th' example of his patience . The mo●tify'd may hear the wise King preach , When his repentance made him fit to teach . Nor shall the singing Sisters be content To chant at home the Act of Parliament , Turn'd out of reason into rhime by one Free of his trade , though not of Helicon , Who did in his Poetick zeal contend Others edition by a worse to mend . Here are choice Hymnes and Carolls for the glad , With melancholy Dirges for the sad : And David ( as he could his skill transfer ) Speaks like himself by an interpreter . Your Muse rekindled hath the Prophets fire , And tun'd the strings of his neglected Lyre ; Making the Note and Ditty so agree , They now become a perfect harmonie . I must confess , I have long wisht to see The Psalmes reduc'd to this conformity : Grieving the songs of Sion should be sung In phrase not diff'ring from a barbatous tongue . As if , by custome warranted , we may Sing that to God we would be loth to say . Far be it from my purpose to upbraid Their honest meaning , who first offer made That book in Meeter to compile , which you Have mended in the form , and built anew : And it was well , considering the time , Which hardly could distinguish verse and rhime . But now the language , like the Church , hath won More lustre since the Reformation ; None can condemn the wish or labour spent Good matter in good words to represent . Yet in this jealous age some such there be , So without cause afraid of novelty , They would not ( were it in their pow'r to choose ) An old ill practise for a better lose . Men who a rustick plainnesse so affect , They think God served best by their neglect . Holding the cause would be profan'd by it , Were they at charge of learning or of wit. And therefore bluntly ( what comes next ) they bring Course and unstudy'd stuffs for offering ; Which like th' old Tabernacles cov'ring are , Made up of Badgers skins , and of Goats haire . But these are Paradoxes they mu●t use Their sloth and bolder ignorance t' excuse . Who would not laugh at one will naked go , 'Cause in old hangings truth is pictur'd so ? Though plainness be reputed honours note , They mantles use to beautify the coat ; So that a curious ( unaffected ) dress Addes much unto the bodies comeliness : And wheresoere the subjects best , the sence Is better'd by the speakers eloquence . But , Sir , to you I shall no trophee raise From other mens detraction or dispraise : That Jewel never had inherent worth , Which askt such foils as these to set it forth . If any quarrel your attempt or style , Forgive them ; their own folly they revile . Since , 'gainst themselves , their factious envy shall Allow this work of yours Canonicall . Nor may you fear the Poets common ●ot , Read , and commended , and then quite forgot : The brazen Mines and Marble Rocks shall wast , When your foundation will unshaken last . 'T is fames best pay , that you your labours see By their immortal subject crowned be . For nere was writer in oblivion hid Who firm'd his name on such a Pyramid . The Woes of Esay . VVOe to the worldly men whose covetous Ambition labours to joyn house to house , Lay field to field , till their inclosures edge The Plain , girdling a countrey with one hedge : That leave no place unbought , no piece of earth Which they will not ingross , making a dearth Of all inhabitants , untill they stand Unneighbour'd as unblest within their land . This sin cryes in Gods ear , who hath decreed The ground they sow shall not return the seed . They that unpeopled countreys to create Themselves sole Lords , made many desolate To build up their own house , shall find at last Ruine and fearful desolation cast Upon themselves . Their Mansion shall become A Desart , and their Palace prove a tombe . Their vines shall barren be , their land yield tares ; Their house shall have no dwellers , they no heires . Woe unto those that with the morning Sun Rise to drink wine , and sit till he have run His weary course ; not ceasing untill night Have quencht their understanding with the light : Whose raging thirst , like fire , will not be tam'● , The more they poure the more they are inflam'd . Woe unto them that onely mighty are To wage with wine ; in which unhappy war They who the glory of the day have won , Must yield them foil'd and vanquisht by the tu● . Men that live thus , as if they liv'd in jest , Fooling their time with Musick and a feast ; That did exile all sounds from their soft ear But of the harp , must this sad discord hear Compos'd in threats . The feet which measures tread Shall in captivity be fettered : Famine shall scourge them for their vast excess ; And Hell revenge their monstrous drunkenness ; Which hath enlarg'd it self to swallow such , Whose throats nere knew enough , though still too much Woe unto those that countenance a sin , Siding with vice that it may credit win . By their unhallow'd vote : that do benight The truth with errour , putting dark for light , And light for dark ; that call an evil good , And would by vice have vertue understood : That with their frown can sowre an honest cause , Or sweeten any bad by their applause . That justify the wicked for reward ; And void of morall goodness or regard , Plot with detraction to traduce the fame Of him whose merit hath enroll'd his name Among the just . Therefore Gods vengeful ire Glows on his people , and becomes a fire Whose greedy and exalted flame shall burn , Till they like straw or chaffe to nothing turn . Because they have rebell'd against the right , To God and Law perversly opposite , As Plants which Sun nor showres did ever bless , So shall their root convert to rottenness ; And their successions bud , in which they trust , Shall ( like Gomorrahs fruit ) moulder to dust . Woe unto those that drunk with self-conceit , Value their own designs at such a rate Which humane wisdome cannot reach ; that sit Enthron'd , as sole Monopolists of wit : That out-look reason , and suppose the eye Of Nature blind to their discovery , Whil'st they a title make to understand What ever secret's bosom'd in the land . But God shall imp their pride , and let them see They are but fools in a sublime degree : He shall bring down and humble those proud eyes , In which false glasses onely they lookt wise : That all the world may laugh , and learn by it , There is no folly to pretended wi● . Woe unto those that draw iniquity With cords , and by a vain security Lengthen the sinful trace , till their own chain Of many links form'd by laborious pain , Do pull them into Hell ; that as with lines And Cart-ropes drag on their unwilling crimes : Who , rather then they will commit no sin , Tempt all occasions to let it in . As if there were no God , who must exact The strict account for ●'ry vicious fact ; Nor judgement after death . If any be , Let him make speed ( say they ) that we may see . Why is his work retarded by delay ? Why doth himself thus linger on the way ? If there be any judge , or future doome , Let It and Him with speed together come . Unhappy men , that challenge and defie The coming of that dreadful Majestie ! Better by much for you , he did reverse His purpos'd sentence on the Universe ; Or that the creeping minutes might adjourn Those flames in which you with the earth must burn ; That times revolting hand could lag the year , And so put back his day which is too near . Behold his sign 's advanc'd like colours fly , To tell the world that his approch is nigh ; And in a furious march , he 's coming on Swift as the raging inundation , To scowre the sinful world ; 'gainst which is bent Artillery that never can be spent : Bowes strung with vengeance , and flame-feather'd dar●s Headed with death , to wound transgressing hearts His Chariot wheeles wrapt in the whirlewinds gyre ' His horses hoov'd with flint , and shod with fire : In which amaze where ere they fix their eye , Or on the melting earth , or up on high To seek Heavens shrunk lights , nothing shall appear But night and horrour in their Hemisphere : Nor shall th' affrighted sence more objects know Then darkned skies above , and Hell below . An Essay on Death and a Prison . A Prison is in all things like a grave , Where we no better priviledges have Then dead men , nor so good . The soul once fled Lives freer now , then when she was cloystered In walls of flesh ; and though she organs want To act her swift designs , yet all will grant Her faculties more clear , now separate , Then if the same conjunction , which of late Did marry her to earth , had stood in force , Uncapable of death , or of divorce : But an imprison'd mind , though living , dies , And at one time feels two captivities ; A narrow dungeon which her body holds , But narrower body which her self enfolds . Whil'st I in prison ly , nothing is free , Nothing enlarg'd but thought and miserie ; Though e'ry chink be stopt , the doors close barr'd , Despight of walls and locks , through e'ry ward These have their issues forth ; may take the aire , Though not for health , but onely to compare How wretched those men are who freedom want , By such as never suffer'd a restraint . In which unquiet travel could I find Ought that might settle my distemper'd mind , Or of some comfort make discovery It were a voyage well imploy'd : but I , Like our raw travellers that cross the seas To fetch home fashions or some worse disease , Instead of quiet a new torture bring Home t' afflict me , malice and murmuring . What is 't I envy not ? no dog nor fly But my desires prefer , and wish were I ; For they are free , or if they were like me , They had no sense to know calamitie . But in the grave no sparks of envy live , No hot comparisons that causes give Of quarrel , or that our affections move Any condition , save their own , to love . There are no objects there but shade●s and night , And yet that darkness better then the light . There lives a silent harmony , no jar Or discord can that swee● soft consort mar . The graves deaf ear is clos'd against all noise Save that which rocks must hear , the angels voice : Whose trump shall wake the world , and raise up men Who in earths bosom slept , bed-rid till then . What man then would , who on deaths pillow slumbers , Be re-inspir'd with life , though golden numbers Of bliss were pour'd into his breast ; though he Were sure in change to gain a Monarchie ? A Monarchs glorious state compar'd with his , Less safe , less free , less firm , less quiet is . For nere was any Prince advanc't so high That he was out of reach of misery : Never did story yet a law report To banish fate or sorrow from his Court ; Where ere he moves by land , or through the Main , These go along sworn members of his train . But he whom the kind earth hath entertain'd , Hath in her womb a sanctuary gain'd , Whose charter and protection arm him so , That he is priviledg'd from future woe . The Coffin's a safe harbour , where he rides Land-bound , below cross windes , or churlish tides . For grief , sprung up with life , was mans half-brother Fed by the taste , brought forth by sin , the mother . And since the first seduction of the wife , God did decree to grief a lease for life ; Which Patent in full force continue must , Till man that disobey'd revert to dust . So that lifes sorrows ratifi'd by God Cannot expire , or find their period , Untill the soul and body disunite , And by two diff'rent wayes from each take flight , But they dissolved once our woes disband , Th' assurance cancell'd by one fatall hand ; Soon as the passing bell proclaims me dead , My sorrows sink with me , lye buried In the same heap of dust , the self-same Urn Doth them and me alike to nothing turn . If then of these I might election make Whether I would refuse , and whether take , Rather then like a sullen Anchorite I would live cas'd in stone , and learn to write A Prisoners story , which might steal some tears From the sad eyes of him that reads or hears ; Give me a peaceful death , and let me meet My freedom seal'd up in my winding sheet . Death is the pledge of rest , and with one bayl Two Prisons quits , the Body and the Jayl . The Labyrinth . LIfe is a crooked Labyrinth , and we Are daily lost in that Obliquity . 'T is a perplexed circle , in whose round Nothing but sorrows and new sins abound . How is the faint impression of each good Drown'd in the vicious Channel of our blood ? Whose Ebbes and tides by their vicissitude Both our great Maker and our selves delude . O wherefore is the most discerning eye U●●pt to make its own discovery ? Why is the clearest and best judging mind In her own ills prevention dark and blind ? Dull to advise , to act precipitate , We scarce think what to do but when too late . Or if we think , that fluid thought , like seed Rots there to propagate some fouler deed . Still we repent and sin , sin and repent ; We thaw and freeze , we harden and relent . Those fires which cool'd to day the morrows heat Rekindles . Thus frail nature does repeat What she unlearnt , and still by learning on Perfects her lesson of confusion . Sick soul ! what cure shall I for thee devise , Whose leprous state corrupts all remedies ? What medicine or what cordial can be got For thee , who poyson'st thy best antidot ? Repentance is thy bane , since thou by it Onely reviv'st the fault thou didst commit . Nor griev'st thou for the past , but art in pain For fear thou mayst not act it o're again . So that thy tears , like water spilt on lime , Serve not to quench , but to advance the crime . My blessed Saviour ! unto thee I flie For help against this homebred tyrannie . Thou canst true sorrows in my soul imprint , And draw contrition from a breast of flint . Thou canst reverse this labyrinth of sin My wild affects and actions wander in . O guide my faith ! and by thy graces clew Teach me to hunt that kingdom at the view Where true joyes reign , which like their day shall last ; Those never clouded , nor that overcast . Being waked out of my sleep by a snuff of Candle which offended me , I thus thought . PErhaps 't was but conceit . Erroneous sence ! Thou art thine own distemper and offence . Imagine then , that sick unwholsom steam Was thy corruption breath'd into a dream . Nor is it strange , when we in charnells dwe●● , That all our thoughts of earth and frailty smell . Man is a Candle , whose unhappy light Burns in the day , and smothers in the night . And as you see the dying taper waste , By such degrees does he to darkness haste . Here is the diff'rence : When our bodies lamps Blinded by age , or choakt with mortall damps , Now faint and dim and s●ckly 'gin to wink , And in their hollow sockets lowly sink ; When all our vital fires ceasing to burn , Leave nought but snuff and ashes in our Urn : God will restore those fallen lights again , And kindle them to an Eternal flame . Sic Vita . LIke to the falling of a Starre ; Or as the flights of Eagles are ; Or like the fresh springs gawdy hew ; Or silver drops of morning dew ; Or like a wind that chafes the-flood ; Or bubbles which on water stood ; Even such is man , whose borrow'd light Is streight call'd in , and paid to night . The wind blowes out ; the Bubble dies ; The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies ; The Dew dries up ; the Starre is shot ; The Flight is past ; and Man forgot . My Midnight Meditation . ILL busi'd man ! why should'st thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Kalendar ? When e'ry spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thy execution . Each drooping season and each flower doth cry , Fool ! as I fade and wither , thou must dy . The beating of thy pulse ( when thou art well ) Is just the tolling of thy Passing Bell : Night is thy Hearse , whose sable Canopie Covers alike dec●ased day and thee . And all those weeping dewes which nightly fall , Are but the tears shed for thy funerall . A Penitential Hymne . HEarken O God unto a Wretches cryes Who low dejected at thy footstool lies . Let not the clamour of my heinous sin Drown my requests , which strive to enter in At those bright gates , which alwaies open stand To such as beg remission at thy hand . Too well I know , if thou in rigour deal I can nor pardon ask , nor yet appeal : To my hoarse voice , heaven will no audience grant , But deaf as brass , and hard as adamant Beat back my words ; therefore I bring to thee A gracious Advocate to plead for me . What though my leprous soul no Iordan can Recure , nor flouds of the lav'd Ocean Make clean ? yet from my Saviours bleeding side Two large and medicinable rivers glide . Lord , wash me where those streams of life abound , And new Bethesdaes flow from ev'ry wound . If I this precious Lather may obtain , I shall not then despair for any stain ; I need no Gileads balm , nor oyl , nor shall I for the purifying Hyssop call : My spots will vanish in His purple flood , And Crimson there turn white , though washt with blood , See Lord ! with broken heart and bended knee , How I address my humble suit to Thee ; O give that suit admittance to thy ears Which floats to thee not in my words but tears : And let my sinful soul this mercy crave Before I fall into the silent grave . AN ELEGY Occasioned by sickness . VVEll did the Prophet ask , Lord what is man ? Implying by the question none can But God resolve the doubt , much less define What Elements this child of dust combine . Man is a stranger to himself , and knowes Nothing so naturally as his woes . He loves to travel countreys , and confer The sides of Heavens vast Diameter : Delights to sit in Nile or Boetis lap , Before he hath sayl'd over his own Map ; By which means he returnes , his travel spent , Less knowing of himself then when he went. Who knowledge hunt kept under forrein locks , May bring home wit to hold a Paradox , Yet be fools still . Therefore might I advise , I would inform the soul before the eyes : Make man into his proper Opticks look , And so become the student and the book With his conception , his first leaf , begin ; What is he there but complicated sin ? When ripe● time , and the approaching birth Ranks him among the creatures of the earth , His wailing mother sends him forth to greet The light , wrapt in a bloudy winding sheet ; As if he came into the world to crave No place to dwell in , but bespeak a grave . Thus like a red and tempest-boading morn His dawning is : for being newly born He hayles th' ensuing storm with shrieks and cryes , And fines for his admission with wet eyes : How should that Plant whose leaf is bath'd in tea●s Bear but a bitter fruit in elder years ? Just such is this , and his maturer age Teems with event more sad then the presage . For view him higher , when his childhoods span Is raised up to Youths Meridian ; When he goes proudly laden with the fruit Which health , or strength , or beauty contribute ; Yet as the mounted Canon batters down The Towres and goodly structures of a town : So one short sickness will his force defeat , And his frail Cittadell to rubbish beat . How does a dropsie melt him to a floud , Making each vein run water more then bloud ? A Chollick wracks him like a Northern gust , And raging feavers crumble him to dust . In which unhappy state he is made worse By his diseases then his makers curse . God said in toyl and sweat he should earn bread , And without labour not be nourished : Here , though like ropes of falling dew , his sweat Hangs on his lab'ring brow , he cannot eat . Thus are his sins scourg'd in opposed themes , And luxuries reveng'd by their extremes . He who in health could never be content With Rarities fetcht from each Element , Is now much more afflicted to delight His tasteless Palate , and lost appetite . Besides though God ordain'd , that with the light Man should begin his work , yet he made night For his repose , in which the weary sense Repaires it self by rests soft recompence . But now his watchful nights , and troubled dayes Confused heaps of fear and fancy raise . His chamber seems a loose and trembling mine ; His Pillow quilted with a Porcupine : Pa●● makes his downy Couch sharp thornes appear , And ev'ry feather prick him like a spear . Thus when all forms of death about him keep , He copies death in any form but sleep . Poor walking-clay ! hast thou a mind to know To what unblest beginnings thou dost ow Thy wretched self ▪ fall sick a while , and than Thou wilt conceive the pedigree of Man. Learn shalt thou from thine own Anatomie , That earth his mother , wormes his sisters be . That he 's a short-liv'd vapour upward wrought ▪ And by corruption unto nothing brought . A stagg'ring Meteor by cross Planets beat , Which often ●ecles and falles before his set : A tree which withers faster then it growes ; A torch puff't out by ev'●y wind that blowes ; A web of fourty weekes spun forth in pain , And in a moment ravell'd out again . This is the Model of frail man : Then say That his duration's onely for a day : And in that day more fits of changes pass , Then Atomes run in the turn'd Hower-glass . So that th' incessant cares which life invade Might for strong truth their heresie perswade , Who did maintain that humane soules are sent Into the body for their punishment : At least with that Greek Sage still make us cry , * Not to be born , or being born to dy . But Faith steers up to a more glorious scope , Which sweetens our sharp passage ; and firm hope Anchors our torne Barks on a blessed shore , Beyond the Dead sea we here ferry o're . To this , Death is our Pilot , and disease The Agent which solicites our release . Though crosses then poure on my restless head , Or lingring sickness nail me to my bed : Let this my Thoughts eternall comfort bee , That my clos'd eyes a better light shall see . And when by fortunes or by natures stroke My bodies earthen Pitcher must be broke , My Soul , like Gid●ons lamp , from her crackt urn Shall Deaths black night to endlesse lustre turn . The Dirge . VVHat is th'Existence of Mans life ? But open war , or slumber'd strife . Where sickness to his sense presents The combat of the Elements : And never feels a perfect Peace Till deaths cold hand signs his release . It is a storm where the hot blood Out-vies in rage the boyling flood ; And each loud Passion of the mind Is like a furious gust of wind , Which beats his Bark with many a Wave Till he casts Anchor in the Grave . It is a flower which buds and growes , And withers as the leaves disclose ; Whose spring and fall faint seasons keep , Like fits of waking before sleep : Then shrinks into that fatal mold Where its first being was enroll'd . It is a dream , whose seeming truth Is moraliz'd in age and youth : Where all the comforts he can share As wandring as his fa●cies a●e ; Till in a mist of dark decay The dreamer vanis● qui●e away . It is a Diall , which points out The Sun-set a● it moves about : And shadowes out in lines of night The subtile stages of times flight , Till all obscuring earth hath laid The body in perpetual shade . It is a weary enterlude Which doth short joyes , long woes include . The World the Stage , the Prologue tears , The Acts vain hope , and vary'd fears : The Scene shuts up with loss of breath , And leaves 〈◊〉 Epilogue but Death . AN ELEGY Occasioned by the losse of the most incomparable Lady Stanhope , daughter to the Earl of Northumberland . LIghtned by that dimme Torch our sorrow bears We sadly trace thy Coffin with our tears ; And though the Ceremonious Rites are past Since thy fair body into earth was east ; Though all thy Ha●chments into ragges are torne , Thy Funerall Robes and Ornaments outworn ; We still thy mourners without Shew or Art , With solemn Blacks hung round about our heart , Thus constantly the Obsequie● renew Which to thy precious ●●mory are due . Yet think not that we rudely would invade The dark recess of thine untroubled shade , Or give disturbance to that happy peace Which thou enjoy'st at full since thy release ; Much less in fullen murmurs do complain Of His decree who too● thee back again , And did e're Fame had spread thy vertues light , Eclipse and fold thee up in endless night . This like an act of envy not of grief Might doubt thy bliss , and shake our own belief , Whose studi'd wishes no proportion bear With joyes which crown thee now in glories sphere . Know then blest Soul ! we for our selves not thee Seal our woes dictate by this Elegie : Wherein our tears united in one streame Shall to succeeding times convey this theme , Worth all mens pity who discern how rare Such early growths of fame and goodness are . Of these part must thy sexes loss bewail Maim'd in her noblest Patterns through thy fail ; For 't would require a double term of life To match thee as a daughter or a wife : Both which Northumberlands dear loss improve And make his sorrow equal to his love . The rest fall for our selves , who cast behind Cannot yet reach the Peace which thou dost find ; But slowly follow thee in that dull stage Which most untimely poasted hence thy age . Thus like religious Pilgrims who designe A short salute to their beloved Shrine , Most sad and humble Votaries we come To offer up our sighs upon thy Tomb , And wet thy Marble with our dropping eyes Which till the spring which feedstheir current drie● Resolve each falling night and rising day This mournfull homage at thy Grave to pay . FINIS . ERRATA . PAge 2. The Pink never wrote by the Author of these Poems . Pag. 22. lin . 8. for she read alr . Pag. 100. lin . 3. for Mattox read Mattocks . AN ELEGY Upon my Best Friend L. K. C. SHould we our Sorrows in this Method range , Oft as Misfortune doth their Subjects change , And to the sev'ral Losses which befall , Pay diff'rent Rites at ev'ry Funeral ; ●ike narrow Springs drain'd by dispersed Streams , We must want Tears to wail such various Themes , ●nd prove defective in Deaths mournfull Laws , Not having Words proportion'd to each Cause . In your Dear loss my much afflicted Sense , Discerns this Truth by sad experience , Who never Look'd my Verses should survive , As wet Records , That you are not Alive ; And less desir'd to make that Promise due , Which pass'd from Me in jest , when urg'd by You. How close and slily doth our Frailty work ! How undiscover'd in the Body lurk ! That Those who this Day did salute you well , Before the Next were frighted by your Knell . O wherefore since we must in Order rise , Should we not Fall in equal Obsequies ? But bear th' A●s●ults of an uneven Fate , Like Feavers which their Hour anticipate ; Had this R●le constant been , my long wish'd End Might render you a Mourner for your Friend : As He for yo● , wh●s● most deplor'd s●rprise Im●rints your Death on all my Faculties ; That hardly my 〈◊〉 Phant'sie or D●sco●rse , This final D●ty from the Pen inforce : Such Influence hath your Eclipsed Light , It doth my Reason like my Self benight . Let me , with Luckless Gamesters , then think best ( After I have Set up and Lost my Rest , ) Grow'n desp'rate through mischance , to Venture last My whole remaining Stock upon a Cast , And ●linging from me my now Loathed Pen , Resolve for your Sake nev'r to Write agen : For whilst Successive days their Light renew , I must no Subject hope to Equal you , In whose Heroick Brest as in their Sphear , All Graces of your Sex concentred were . Thus take I my long Farewell of that Art , Fit only glorious Actions to impart ; That Art wherewith our Crosses we beguile , And make them in Harmonious numbers smile : Since you are gone , This holds no further use , Whose Virtue and Desert inspir'd my Muse. O may She in your Ashes Buried be , Whilst I my Self become the Elegie . And as it is observ'd when Princes Dye , In honour of that sad Solemnity , The now unoffic'd Servants crack their Staves , And throw them down into their Masters Graves : So this last O●fice of my broken Verse , I solemnly resign upon your Hearse ; And my Brains moisture , all that is unspent , Shall melt to nothing at the Monument . Thus in moist Weather when the Marble weeps , You 'l think it only his Tears reck'ni●g keeps , Who doth for ever to his Thoughts beq●eath The Legacy of your lamented Death . On the Earl of Essex . ESsex twice made unhappy by a Wife , Yet Marry'd worse unto the Peoples strife : He who by two Divorces did untie His Bond of Wedlock and of Loyalty : Who was by Easiness of Nature bred , To lead that Tumult which first Him misled ; Yet had some glimm'ring Sparks of Virtue lent To see ( though late ) his Errour , and Repent : Essex lies here , like an inverted Flame , Hid in the Ruins of his House and Name ; And as He , frailties sad Example , lies , Warns the Survivours in his Exequies . He shews what wretched bubbles Great Men are , Through their Ambition grown too Popular : For they Built up , from weak Opinion , stand On Bases false as Water , loose as Sand ; Essex in differing Successes try'd The fury and the falshood of each Side ; Now with applauses Deisy'd , and then Thrown down with spightfull infamy agen : Tells them , what Arts soever them support , Their Life is meerly Time and Fortunes sport , And that no Bladders blown by Common breath , Shall bear them up amidst the Waves of Death : Tells them no Monstrous Birth , with Pow'r endu'd By that more Monstrous Beast the Multitude ; No State - Coloss ( though Tall as that bestrid The Rhodian Harbour where their Navy rid ) Can hold that ill-porportion'd Greatness still , Beyond his Greater , most Resistless will , Whose dreadfull Sentence written on the Wall Did sign the Temple Robbing * Tyrants fall ; But Spight of their vast Priviledge , which strives T' exceed the Size of ten Prerogatives ; Spight of their Endless Parliament , or Grants , ( In Order to those Votes and Covenants , When , without Sense of their black Perjury They Swear with Essex they would Live and Dye ) With their Dead General ere long they must Contracted be into a Span of Dust. An Elegy on Sir Charls Lucas , and Sir George Lisle . IN measures solemn as the groans that fall From the hoarse Trumpet at some Funerall ; With trayling Elegy and mournfull Verse I wait upon two Pearless So●ldiers Hearse : Though , I acknowledge must , my sorrowes dress Ill matched to the cause it should Express ; Nor can I , at my best Inventions cost , Sum up the Treasure which in them we lost : Had they with other Worthies of the Age , Who late upon the Kingdomes bloody Stage , For God , the King , and Laws , their Valour try'd , Through Warrs stern chance in heat of Battel Dy'd , We then might save much of our griefs expence Reputing it not duty , but offence . They need no tears nor howling Exequy , Who in a glorious undertaking Dye ; Since all that in the bed of honour fell Live their own Monument and Chronicle . But these , whom horrid danger did not reach , The wide-mouth'd Cannon , nor the wider Breach , These , whom till cruel want and coward fate Penn'd up like famish'd Lions in a Grate , Were for their daring Sallies so much fear'd Th' Assailants fled them like a frighted Heard ; Resolving now no more to fight , but lurk Trench'd in their Line or earth'd within a Work. Where not like Souldiers they , but Watchmen , creep , Arm'd for no other office but to sleep : They , whose bold charge whole Armies did amaze , Rendring them saint and heartless at the Gaze , To see Resolve and * Naked Valour charmes Of higher Proof than all their massy Armes : They whose bright swords ruffled the proudest Troop ( As fowl unto the towring Falcon stoop ) Yet no advantage made of their Success Which to the conquer'd spake them merciless ; ( For they , when e'r 't was begg'd did safety give , And oft unasked bid the vanquish'd live ; ) Ev'n these , not more undaunted in the Field Than mild and Gentle unto such as yield , Were , after all the shocks of battails stood , ( Let me not name it ) murther'd in cold blood . Such poor revenge did the enraged Greek Against ( till then ) victorious Hector seek , Triumphing o'r that Body bownd and dead From whom in Life the Pow'rs of Argos fled . Yet might Achillis borrow some excuse To colour , though not warrant the abuse : His dearest * Friend in the fierce combate foyl'd Was by the Trojans hand of Life despoyl'd ; From whence unr●ly grief grown wild with rage Beyond the bownds of Honour did engage . But these , confirm'd in their unmanly hate , By Counsels cruel yet deliberate , Did from the Stock of bleeding honour hew Two of the noblest Branches ever grew ; And ( which our grief and Pitty must improve ) When brought within their reach with shews of Love : For by a Treaty they entangled are , And Rendring up to Mercy is the Snare ; Whence we have learn'd when e'r their Saint-Ships Treat , Then ends are mortall , and the means a Cheat ; In which the World may read their black intent , Drawn out at large in this sad President . Who ( though fair promis'd ) might no Mercy have , But such as once the faithless * Bashaw gave , When to his trust deluded Bragadine Himse●f and Famogasta did resign . Whose envy'd Valour thus to bonds betray'd Was soon the mark of barb'rous slaughter made : So gallant Shipps which rocks and storms had past , Though with torn Sails and spending of their Mast , When newly brought within the sight of Land , Have been suckt up by some devouring Sand You wretched Agents for a Kingdoms fall , Who yet your selves the Modell'd Army call ; Who carry on and fashion your Design By Syllaes , Syllaes red proscriptions Line , ( Romes Comet once , as You are Ours ) for shame Henceforth no more usurp the Souldiers Name : Let not that Title in fair Battails gain'd Be by such abject things as You profan'd ; For what have you atchiev'd , the world may guess You are those Men of Might which you profess . Where ever durst You strike , if you met foes Whose Valour did your odds in men oppose ? Turn o're the Annalls of your vaunted Fights Which made you late the Peoples Favourites ; Begin your course at Naseby , and from thence Draw out Your Marches full circumference , ●ridgwater , Bristol , Dartmouth , with the rest Of Your well-plotted renders in the West ; Then to the angry North Your compass bend Untill Your spent careere in Scotland end , ( This is the perfect Scale of our mishap Which measures out your conquest by the Mapp ) And tell me he that can , What have you won , Which long before Your progress was not done ? What Castle was besieg'd , what Port , what Town , You were not sure to carry ' ere sat down ? There needed no Granadoes , no Petard , To force the passage , or disperse the Guard. No , Your good Masters sent a Golden Ramm To batter down the gates against You came . Those blest Reformers who procur'd the * Swead His armed Forces into Denmark lead , 'Mongst them to kindle a sharp warr for hire , Who in mear pitty meant to quench our fire , Could where they pleased with the King 's own coyn , Divert His Aids and Strengths at home purloyn . Upon Sea Voyages I sometimes find Men trade with Lapland Witches for a Wind , And by those p●rchas'd Gales , quick as their thought , To the desired Port are safely brought . We need not here on skillfull Hopkins call The States allow'd Witch-finder General . For ( though Rebellion wants no Cad nor El●e , But is a perfect Witchcra●t of it self ) We could with little help of art reveal Those learn'd Magitians with whom You deal : We all Your Juggles both for Time and Place From Darby-house to Westmiaster can Trace , The Circle where the factious Jangle meet To Trample Law and Gospel under feet ; In which , like Bells Rung backward , they proclaim The Kingdom by their Wild-fire set on flame , And , quite Perverting their First Rules , invent What mischief may be done by Parliament : We know Your holy Flamens , and can tell What Spirits Vote within the Oracle ; Have found the spells and Incantations too , By whose assistance You such Wonders do . For divers Years the credit of Your warrs Hath been kept up by these Familiars , Who that they may their providence express Both find you Pay and purchase Your Success : No wonder then You must the Garland wear , Who never fought but with a Silver Spear . We grant the Warrs unhappy consequence With all the num'rous Plagues which grow from thence , Murthers and Rapes , threats of Disease and Dearth , From You as for the proper Spring take birth : You may for Laws enact the Publick Wrongs , With all fowl Violence to them belongs ; May bawl aloud the Peoples Right and Pow'r Till by Your Sword You both of them Devour , ( For this brave Liberty by You up-cry'd Is to all others but Your-selves deny'd , ) May with seditious fires the Land embroyl , And in pretence to quench them take the Spoyl : You may Religion to Your lust sabdue , For these are actions only Worthy You : Yet when your Projects , crownd with wish'd event , Have made You Masters of the ill You meant , You never must the Souldiers glory share , Since all your Trophies Executions are : Not thinking your Successes understood , Unless Recorded and Scor'd up in Blood. In which , to Gull the People , you pretend , That * Military Justice was Your end ; As if we still were Blind , not knowing this To all your other Virtues suited is ; Who only Act by your great Grandsires Law , The B●tcher Cade , Wat Tyler , and Iack Straw , Whose Principle was Murther , and their Sport To cut off those they fear'd might do them hurt : Nay , in your Actions we compleated find , What by those Levellers was but design'd , For now Committees , and your Arm'd supplies , Cant●● the Land in * petty Tyrannies , And for one King of Commons in each Shire , Four hundred Commons rule as Tyrants here . Had you not meant the Copies of each Deed , Should their Originals in ill exceed , You would not practice sure the Turkish Art , To Ship your taken Pris'ners for a Mart , Least if with Freedome they at Home remain , They should ( which is your Terrour ) Fight again . A thing long since by Zealous Rigby mov'd , And by the Faction like himself approv'd ; Though you uncounsell'd can such Outrage try , Scarce sampled from the basest Enemy . Naseby of Old , and late St. * Fagans Fare , Of these inhumane Truckings witness are ; At which the Captiv'd Welch in Couples led , Were Marketted , like Cattel , by the Head. Let it no more in History be told , That Turks their Christian Slaves for Aspers sold ; When we the Saints selling their Brethren see , Who had a Call ( they say ) to set them free ; And are at last by Right of Conquest grown , To claim our Land of Canaan for their own . Though luckless Colchester in this out-vies , ●giers or Tunis shamefull Merchandise ; Where the Starv'd Souldier ( as th' agreement was ) Might not be suffer'd to their Dwelling pass , Till , led about by some insulting Band , They first were shew'd in Triumph through the Land : 〈◊〉 which for lack of Dyet , or of Strength 〈◊〉 any Fainted through the Marches length , Void of the Breasts of Men , * this Murth'rous Crew All those they could drive on no further , Slew ; What Bloody Riddle 's this ? They mercy give , Yet those who should enjoy it , must not Live. Indeed we cannot less from s●ch expect , Who for this Work of Ruine are Elect : This Scum drawn from the worst , who never knew The Fr●its which from Ingenuous Breeding grew ; But take such low Commanders on their Lists , As did revolted Ieroboam Priests : That 't is our Fate , I fear , to be undone Like Aegypt once with Vermin over-run . If in the Rabble some be more refin'd By fair Extractions of their birth or mind , Ev'n these corrupted are by s●ch allays , That no Impression of their Vertue stays ▪ As Gold embased by some mingled Dross Both in it's Worth and Nature s●ffers Loss . Else had that Sense of Honour still Surviv'd Which Fairfax from his Ancestors deriv'd , He ne'r had shew'd Himself , for hate or fear , So much degen'r●us from renowned Ver● ( The Title and Alliance of whose Son His Acts of Valour had in Holland won ) , As to give up by his rash dooming Breath This precious Pair of Lives to timeless death ; Whom no brave Enemy but would esteem , And , though with hazard of his own , redeem ▪ For 't is not vainly by the world f●rmis'd This Blood to private Spleens was sacrifis'd . Half of the guilt stands chardgd on Whaleys score , By Lis●e affronted on his guards before ; For which his spight by other hands was shew'n , Who never durst dispute it with his own . ●wice guilty coward ! first by Vote , then Eye , Spectator of the shamefull Tragedy . But Lucas elder cause of quarrell Knew , From whence his Critical Misfortune grew ▪ Since he from Berkley Castle with such scorn Bold Ra●sboro●gh's first Summons did return , Telling him Lo●dly at the Parley 's Beat , With Rogues and Rebells He disdain'd to Treat ; Some from this hot contest the world perswade His sleeping vengeance on that ground was laid : If so , for ever blurr'd with Envies brand , His Honour gain'd by Sea , was lost at Land : Nor could he an impending Judgment shun Who did to this with so much fervour run , When late himself , to quit that Bloody stain , Was , midst his Armed Guards , from Pomsret slain . But all in vain we here expostulate What took them hence , private or publick hate : Knowledge of acted VVoes small comforts add , VVhen no repair proportion'd can be had : And such are ours , which to the Kingdomes eyes Sadly present ensuing miseries , Fore-telling in These Two some greater ill From Those who now a Pattent have to Kill . Two , whose dear loss leaves us no recompence , Nor them attonement , which in weight or Sense VVith These shall never into Ballance come Though all the Army fell their Hecatomb . Here leave them then ; and be 't our last relief To give their merit Value in our grief . VVhose blood however yet neglected must Without revenge or Rites mingle with Dust ; Not any falling drop shall ever dry Till to a Weeping Spring it multiply , Bath'd in whose tears their blasted Laurell shall Grow green , and with fresh Garlands Crown their fall . From this black region then of Death and Night Great Spirits take your everlasting flight : And as your Valours mounting fires combine , May they a brighter Constellation shine Than Gemini , or than the Brother-Starrs Castor and Pollux fortunate to warrs . That all fair Souldiers by Your sparkling light May find the way to Conquer when they Fight , And by those Paterns which from you they take Direct their course though Honours Zodiak : But upon Traitors frown with dire Aspect , Which may their perjuries and guilt reflect ; Unto the Curse of whose Nativity , Prodigious as the Caput Algol be , VVh●se pale and ghastly Tresses still portend Their own despair or Hangman for their end , And that succeeding ages may keep safe Your Lov'd remembrance in some Epitaph , Upon the rains of your glorious Youth Inscribed be this Monumentall Truth : Here ly the Valiant Lucas and brave Lysle , VVith Amasa betray'd in Ioabs smile : In whom revenge of Honour taking place His great Corrivall's stabb'd in the Embrace , And as it was the Hebrew Captains stain That he two Greater than himself had Slain , Shedding the Blood of Warr in time of Peace , VVhen Love pretended was , and Arms did cease , May the fowl Murtherers expect a fate Like Ioabs , Blood with Blood to expiate : VVhich quick as Lightning , and as Thunder sure , Preventions wisest arts nor shun , nor cure . O may it fall on their perfidious head ! That when , with Ioab to the Altar fled , Themselves the Sword and reach of vengence ●lee No Temple may their Sanctuary be . Last , that nor frailty nor devouring time May ever lose impressions of the Crime , Let loyal Colch●s●●r ( who too late try'd To Check , when highest wrought , the Rebels Pride , Holding them long , and doubtfull at the bay , VVhilest we by looking on gave all away ) Be only Nam'd : which like a Columne bail● Shall both enhearse this blood ●n-nobly spilt , And live , till all her Towres in rubbish lye The Mon●ments of their base Cruelty . An Elegy upon the most Incomparable King Charls the First . CAll for amazed thoughts , a wo●nded sen●● And bleeding Hearts at , our Intelligence . Call for that Trump of Death the Mandrak●● 〈◊〉 VVhich kills the Hearer● : This besits alone O●r Story which thro●gh times vast Calendar , Must stand without Example or Repair . VVhat spouts of melting Clo●ds , what endl●ss Sp●ing●● Powr'd in the Oceans lap for Offering● , Shall feed the hungry Torrent of our grief Too mighty for expression or belief ? Though all those moistures which the brain attracts Ran from eyes like g●shing Cataracts , Or our sad accents could out-tongue the Cryes VVhich did from mournful Hadad●●mmon ri●e , Since that remembrance of Iosiah slain In our King's m●rther is reviv'd again . O pardon me that but from Holy VVrit Our loss allowes no Parallel to it : Nor call it bold presumption that I dare Cha●ls with the best of Iadah's Kings compare : The vertues of whose life did I prefer The Text acquits me for no Flatterer . For he like David perfect in his Trust , VVas never stayn'd like Him , with Blood or Lust. One who with Solomon in Judgment try'd , VVas quick to comprehend , VVise to decide , ( That even his Judges stood amaz'd to hear A more tra●s●●ndent Mover in their Sphear ) Though more Religious : for when doting Love A while made Solom●n Apostate prove , Charls nev'r endur'd the Truth which he profest , To be unfixt by bosome interest . Bold as Iehosapha● , yet forc'd to Fight , And for his own , no unconcerned Right . Should I recount His constant time of Pray'r , Each rising Morn and Ev'ning Regular , You 'ld say his practice preach'd , They ought not Ea , VVho by devotion first not earn'd their Meat : Thus Hez●kiah He exceeds in Zeal , Though not ( like him ) So facile to reveal The Tr●asures of God● Ho●se , or His own Heart , To be supplanted by some 〈◊〉 art . And that he might in same with Ioash share VVhen he the ruin'd Temple did repair , His c●st on Pauls late ragged Fabrick spent Must ( if no other ) be His Monument . From this S●rvey the Kingdom may conclude His Merits , and her L●sses Magnitude : Nor think he flatters or blasphemes , who tells That Charls exceeds Iudea's Parallels , In whom all Ver●ues we concentred see VVhich 'mongst the best of them divided be . O weak built Glories ! which those Tempests feel To force you from your firm●st bases reel , VVhat from the stroaks of Chance shall you secure , VVhen Rocks of Innocence are so unsure ? VVhen the VVorld's only mirrour slaughter'd lies , Envies and Treasons bleeding sacrifize ; As if His stock of Goodness could become No 〈◊〉 , but that of Ma●ty●dom . See now ye cursed Mountebanks of State , VVho have Eight years for Reformations sate ; You who dire Alva's Counsels did transfer , To Act his Scenes on England's Theater ; You who did pawn your Selves in Publick Faith To slave the Kingdom by your Pride and VVrath ; Call the whole VVorld to witness now , how just , How well you are responsive to your trust , How to your King the promise you perform , VVith Fasts , and Sermons , and long Prayers sworn , That you intended Peace and Truth to bring To make your Charls Europes most Glorious King. Did you for this Li●t up your Hands on high , To Kill the King , and pluck down Monarchy ? These are the Fruits by your wild Faction sown , VVhich not Imputed are , but Born your own : For though you wisely seem to wash your Hands , The Guilt on every Vote and Order stands ; So that convinc'd , from all you did before , Justice must lay the Murther at your Door . Mark if the Body does not Bleed anew , In any Circumstance approach'd by You , From whose each motion we might plain desery The black Oftents of this late Tragedy . For when the King through Storms in Scotland bred , To his Great Co●ncel for his shelter fled , VVhen in that meeting every Error gain'd Redresses sooner granted , than Complain'd : Not all th●se ●rank Conc●ssions or Amends Did 〈◊〉 the then too Powerfull Faction's ends : No Acts of Grace at present would Content , Nor Promise of 〈…〉 , Till by a f●rmal ●●w the King had past This Session should at Y●ur pl●●sure last . So having got the 〈◊〉 , and that 't was ●nown No power could diss●lve Yo● b●t Your own , Your grac●less Junto m●●e s●ch use of this , As once was pract●s'd by Semiram●s ; VVho str●ving by a subtile S●te to prove The largeness of her H●●band Tr●st and Love , Did from the much ab●sed King obtain That for Three d●y●s She might sole Empress r●ign ; Before which time expir'd , the bloody VVi●e D●priv'd her Lo●d both of his Crown and Life . There needs no Comment when your deeds apply The Demonstration of her Treachery . VVhich to effect , by Absolon's foul w●le You of the Peopl●s He●rt your Prince beguile ; Urging what Eases they might reap by it Did you their Iudges●it ●it . How did you fawn upon , and Court the Ro●t , VVho●e Clamour c●ry'd your whole Plot about ? How did you thank Seditious men that came To bring Petitions which your selves did frame ▪ And lest they wanted Hands to set them on , You lead the way by throwing the first stone . For in that Libel after Midnight born , VVherewith your Faction labour'd till the Morn , That Famous Lye , you a Re●o●stra●ce name ; VVere not Reproaches your malic●o●s aim ? VVas not the King's dishonour your intent , By Slanders to traduce his Government ? All which your spightfull Cunning did contrive ; Men must rec●ive through your false Perspective ▪ In which the smallest Spots improved were , And every Mote a Mo●ntain did appear ▪ Thus 〈◊〉 by th' ungratef●ll Senate found His Life ass●ulted through his Honour 's VVound . And now to make Him hopeless to resist , You g●ide His Sword by Vote , which as you li●t Must , Strike or Spare ( for so you did enforce His Hand against His Reason to divorce Brave Str●fford's Life , ) then wring it quite away By yo●r us●rping each Militia : Then seize His Magazines , of which possest You turn the VVeapons 'gainst their M●ster's Breast This done , th' unkennell'd crew of Lawless men Led down by 〈◊〉 , Penni●g●o● , and Ven , Did with confused noise the Court invade ; Then all Dissenters in Both Houses Bay'd . At which the King amaz'd is forc'd to flye , The whilst your Mouth 's laid on mantain the Cry. The Royal Game dislodg'd and under Chase , Your hot Pursute dogs Him from place to place : Not S●ul with greater fury or disdain Did flying David from Ieshimon's plain Unto the barren Wilderness pursue , Than Cours'd and Hunted is the King by you . The Mountain Partridge or the Chased Roe Might now for Emblemes of His Fortune go , And since all other May-games of the Town ( Save those your selves should make ) were Voted down , The Clam'rous Pulpit Hollaes in resort , Inviting men to your King-catching Sport. VVhere as the Foyl grows cold you mend the Scent By crying Privilege of Parliament , VVhose fair Preten●ions the first sparkles are , VVhich by your breath blown up enflame the VVar , And Ireland ( bleeding by design ) the Stale VVherewith for Men and Money you prevail . Yet doubting that Imposture co●ld not last , VVhen all the Kingdoms Mines of Treasure waste , You now tear down Religion's sacred Hedge To carry on the VVork by Sacriledge ; ●eputing it Rebellions fittest Pay ●o take both God's and Caesar's dues away . The tenor of which execrable Vote ●our over-active Zelots so promote , ●hat neither Tomb nor Temple could escape , ●●r Dead nor Living , your Licentious Rape . ●tatues and Grave-stones o'r men buried ●ob'd of their Brass , the * Coffi●s of their Led ; ●ot the Seventh Henry's gilt and curious Skr●en , ●or those which 'mongst our Rarities were seen , The * Chests wherein the Saxon Monarchs lay , ●●t m●st be basely sould or thrown away . May in succeeding times forgotten be Those bold Examples of Impiety , VVhich were the Ages wonder and discourse , ●o● have Their greatest ills improv'd by worse . No more be mention'd Dionysius Theft , VVho of their Gold the Heathen Shrines bereft ; For who with Yours His Robberies confer , Must him repute a petty Pil●erer . Nor Iulian's Scoff , who when he view'd the State O● A●●ioch's Church , the Ornaments and Plate , Cry'd , Meaner Vessels would serve turn , or None Might well become the birth of Mary's Son : Nor how that spightfull Atheist did in scorn Pisse on God's Table ▪ which so o●t had born The Hallow'd Elements , his death present : Nor he that ●ould it with his Excrement , Then turn'd the Cloth unto that act of shame , VVhich without trembling Christians should not name ▪ Nor Iohn of Leyd●n , who the pillag'd Q●ires Employ'd in Munster for his own attires ; His pranks by Hazle●●g exceeded be , A wre●ch more wicked and as mad as he , Who once in triumph led his S●mpter Mo●l Proudly b●d●●ked with the Altar's spoyl . Nor at Bizantium's●ack ●ack how Mahom●t In St. Sophia's Church his Horses set . Nor how Belshazzar at his dr●nken Feasts Carows'd in holy Vessels to his Guests : Nor he that did the Books and Anthems 〈◊〉 , Which in the daily Stations used were . These were poor Ess●yes of imperfect Crimes , Fit for beginners in ●nlearned times , Siz'd onely for that dull Meridian Which knew no J●suit nor Puritan , ( Before whose fa●●● Birth were no such things As Doctrines to Depose and Murther Kings . ) But since Your prudent care Enacted well , That there should be no King in Israel , England must write such Annals of Your reign Which all Records of elder mischiefs st●in . Churches unbuilt by order , others burn'd ; ●hilst Pauls and Li●col● are to Stables turn'd ; ●●d at God's Table you might Horses see 〈◊〉 ( those more Beasts ) their Riders manger'd be , ●●me Kitchins and some Slaughter-houses made , 〈◊〉 - boards and Cloths for Dressers laid : ●me turn'd to loathsome Goals , so by you brought ●nto the Curse of Baal's House : , a Draught . ●he Commo● Prayers with the Bibles torn , ●he Co●ps in An●●ck Moorish Dances worn , ●●d sometimes , for the wearers greater mock , ●he Surplice is converted to a Frock . ●●me bringing Dogs the Sacrament revile , ●●me with Copronimus the 〈◊〉 de●ile . ● God! canst Thou these prophanations like ? ● not , why is thy Thunder slow to strike ●he cursed Authors ? who dare think that Thou 〈◊〉 , when not punish them , their acts allow . 〈◊〉 which outragious Crimes , though your pr●tence ●●ould fasten on the Souldiers insolence , ●e must believe , that what by them was done ●●me licens'd ●orth by your probation , 〈◊〉 , as your selves with Athaliah's Brood 〈◊〉 strong contention for precedence stood , 〈◊〉 robb'd Two Royal Cha●els of their Plate , ●hich Kings and Queens to God did dedicate ; Then by a Vote more sordid than the Stealth , Melt down and Coyn it for the Common-wealth ; That is , give 't up to the devouring jaws Of your great Idol Bell , new styl'd The Cause ▪ And though this Monster you did well devise To seed by Plunder , Taxes , Loans , Excise ; ( All which Provisions You the People tell Sc●rce serve to diet Your Pa●tagru●l . ) We no Strew'd Ashes need to trace the Cheat , Who pl●inly see what Mouthes the Messes eat . Brave R●●ormation ! and a through one too , Which to enrich Your selves must All undo . Pray tell us ( those that can ) What fruits have grown ▪ From all Your Seeds in Blood and Treasure sown ? What would you mend ? when Your Projected State ▪ Doth from the Best in Form degenerate ? Or why should You ( of All ) attempt the Cure , Whose Facts not Gospel's Test nor Laws endure ? But like unwholsome Exhalations met From Your Conjunction onely Plagues beget , And in Your Circle , as Imposthumes ●ill Which by their venome the whole Body kill ; For never had You Pow'r but to Destroy , Nor Will , but where You Conquer'd to Enjoy ▪ This was your Master-prize , who did intend To make both Church and Kingdom 's prey Your End ▪ 'Gainst which the King ( plac'd in the Gap ) did strive By His ( till then unquestion'd ) Negative , Which finding You lack'd Reason to perswade , Your Arguments are into Weapons made ; So to compell him by main force to yield , You had a Formed Army in the Field Before his Reared Standard could invite Ten men upon his Righteous Cause to ●igh● : Yet ere those raised Forces did advance , Your malice struck him dead by Ordinance , When your Commissions the whole Kingdom swept With Blood and Slaughter , Not the King Except . Now hardned in Revolt , You next proceed By Pacts to strenghten each Rebellious Deed , New Oaths , and Vows , and Covenants advance , All contradicting your Allegiance , Whose Sacred knot you plainly did unty , When you with Essex swore to Live and Dye . These were your Calves in Bethel and in Dan , Which Ieroboam's Treason stablish can , Who by strange Pacts and Altars did seduce The People to their Laws and King's abuse ; All which but serve like Shibboleth to try Those who pronounc'd not your conspiracy ; That when your other Trains defective are , Forc'd Oaths might bring Refusers to the Snare . And lest those men your Co●nsels did pervert , Might when your Fraud was seen the Cause desert , A fierce Decree is through the Kingdom sent , Which made it Death for any to Repent . What strange Dilemmaes doth Rebellion make ? 'T is mortal to D●ny , 〈◊〉 to Partake : S●me 〈◊〉 who would not aid your Traiterous Act. 〈…〉 are Hang'd if they Retract . 〈…〉 who their Contracts have unsworn . 〈…〉 Devils are in pieces torn . 〈◊〉 still the rageing Tempest higher gro●● ▪ 〈…〉 the Kings Resolvings throw● 〈…〉 every where appears , 〈…〉 multiply our fears ▪ Whilst blind Ambition by successes fed 〈◊〉 You beyond the bound of Subjects led , Who tasting once the sweet of Regal Sway ▪ Resolving now no longer to obey ▪ For Presbiterian pride contests as high As doth the Popedom for Supremacy . Needs must you with unskilfull Phaeto● Aspire to guid the Chariot of the Sun , Though your ill-govern'd height with lightning be Thrown headlong from his burning Ax●●-tree . You will no more Petition or Debate , But your desire in P●opositions state , VVhich by such Rules and Ties the King confine , They in effect are Summons to Resign . Therefore your VVar is manag'd with such sleight , 'T was seen you more prevail'd by Purse than Might ; And those you could not purchase to your will , You Brib'd with Sums of Money to sit still . The King by this time hopeless here of Peace , Or to procure His wasted Peoples ease , VVhich He in frequent Messages had try'd , By you as oft as Shamelesly deny'd ; VVearied by faithless Friends and restless Foes , To certain hazard doth His Life Expose : VVhen through your Quarters in a mean disguise He to His Country-men for succour flies , VVho met a brave occasion then to save Their Native King from His untimely Grave : Had he from them such fair Reception gain'd , VVherewith ev'n Achish David entertain'd . But Faith to Him or Hospitable Laws In your Con●ederate Union were no Clause , VVhich back to you their Rendred Master sends To tell how He was us'd among his Friends . Far be it from my thoughts by this black Line To measure all within that VVarlike Clime ; The still admir'd Montross some Numbers lead In his brave steps of Loyalty to tread . I only Tax a furious Party there , VVho with our Native Pests Enleagued were . Then 't was you follow'd Him with Hue and Cry , Made Midnight Searches in Each Liberty , Voting it Death to all without Reprieve , VVho should their Master Harbour or Relieve . Ev'n in pure pity of both Nations Fame , I wish that Act in Story had no Name . VVhen all your mutual Stipulations are Converted at Newcastle to a Fair , VVhere ( like His Lord ) the King the Mart is made , Bought with Your Money , and by Them Betraid ; For both are Guilty , They that did Contract , And You that did the fatal Bargain Act. VVhich who by equal Reason shall peruse , Must yet conclude , They had the best Excuse : For doubtless They ( Good men ) had never Sold , But that you tempted Them with English Gold ; And 't is no wonder if with such a Sum Our Brethrens frailty might be overcome . VVhat though hereafter it may prove their Lot To be compared with Iscariot ? Yet will the VVorld perceive which was most wise , And who the Nobler Traitor by the Price ; For though 't is true Both did Themselves undo , They made the better Bargain of the Two , VVhich all may reckon who can difference Two hundred thousand Pounds from Thirty Pence . However something is in Justice due , VVhich may be spoken in defence of You ; For in your Masters Purchase you gave more , Than all your Iewish Kindred paid before . And had you wisely us'd what then you bought , Your Act might be a Loyal Ransome thought , To free from Bonds your Captive Soveraign , Restoring Him to his lost Crown again . But You had other Plots , your busie hate Ply'd all advantage on His fallen State , And shew'd Yo● did not come to bring Him Bayl , But to remove Him to a stricter Gaol , To Holmby first , whence taken from His Bed , He by an Army was in Triumph led ; Till on pretence of safety Cromwel's wile Had juggl'd Him into the Fatal Isle , VVhere Hammond for his Jaylor is decreed , And Murderous Rols as Lieger-Hangman fee'd , VVho in one fatal Knot Two Counsels tye , He must by Poison or by Pistol Dye . Here now deny'd all Comforts due to Life , His Friends , His Children , and His Peerless VVife ; From Carisbrook He oft but vainly sends , And though first Wrong'd , seeks to make you Amends ; For this He 〈◊〉 , and by his r●stless Pen Import●nes Yo●r deaf E●rs to Treat agen , VV●ilst th● 〈◊〉 Faction scorning to go less , Return th●s● 〈◊〉 Votes of Non Ad●ress , VVhich 〈◊〉 were by th' Armies thundring To 〈…〉 ag●inst the King. Y●t wh●n 〈◊〉 r●mov'd , and the clear Light Drawn f●●m 〈…〉 Reasons , gave You sight O● 〈◊〉 own 〈◊〉 , had not Their Intents Re●ard●d b●en by s●m● cr●ss Accidents ; VVhich 〈◊〉 a while with f●rtunate 〈◊〉 Ch●c●'d 〈◊〉 div●r●●d Their swoln Ins●l●nce : When the whole Kingdom f●r a Treaty cry'● , 〈…〉 Tha● 〈…〉 Votes , and God once m●r● Your 〈…〉 Kingdome did restore ? Rem●mb●r how 〈…〉 Treat●r● 〈◊〉 , Not to 〈◊〉 P●ac● , but to pro●ong D●b●te ; How Yo● that precious time at first d●l●y'd , And what ill ●se of Your advantage made , As if from Yo●r 〈◊〉 H●nds God had decreed Nothin● 〈◊〉 War and Mischi●f should succ●ed F●r wh●n by ●●sy Gra●●s the Kings Assent Did your Desir●● in greater things prevent , Wh●n 〈…〉 yield ●●ster than You intreat , And m●r● th●n Mod●sty dares well repeat ; Yet not content with this , witho●t all sense Or of His Hono●● or His Conscien●e , Still you prest on , till you too late descry'd , 'T was now less safe to stay than be deny'd . For like a Flood broke loose the Armed Rout , Then Shut Him clos●r up , And Shut You out , Who by just Veng●ance are since Worried By those Hand-wol●es Yo● for His Ruine bred . Thus like Two smoaking Fireb●ands , You and They Have in this Smother choak'd the Kingdom 's Day : And a● you rais'd Them first , m●st shave the Guilt , With all the Blood in those Distraction● spilt . For though with 〈◊〉 Foxes backward turn'd , ( When he Philistia's fruitfull Harv●st burn'd ) The f●ce of yo●r Opinion , stands averse , All yor Co●cl●sions b●t one Fire disperse ; And ●very Line which carries your Designs , In th● s●m● Centre of Conf●sion joyns . Tho●gh then the I●d●pendants end the Work , 'T is known they took the●r Platform from the Kirk ; Though Pil●te Br●dsh●w with his pack of Jews , God'● High Vice-g●r●nt at the Bar accuse ; They but r●viv'd the Evid●nce and Charge , Yo●r poys ' no●s D●cl●rat●ons laid at large ; Though they Condemn'd or made his Life their Spoil , Yo● were the S●tters forc'd him to the Toil : For you whose fatal hand the Warrant writ , The Prisoner did for Execution fit ; And if their Ax invade the Regal Throat , Remember you first Murther'd Him by Vote . Thus they receive your Tennis at the bound , Take off that Head which you had first Un-crown'd ; Which shews the Texture of our M●schiefs Clew , If Ravell'd to the Top , begins in You , Who have for ever st●in'd the brave Intents And Credit of our English P●●li●ments : And in this One caus'd grea●●r ●lls , and more , Than all of theirs did Good that went b●fore . Yet have You kept your word against Your will , Your King is Great indeed and Glorious still , And You have made Him so . We must impute That Lustre which His Sufferings contribute To your preposterous Wisdoms , who have done All your good Deeds by Contradiction : For as to work His Peace you rais'd this Strif● , And often Shot at Him to Save His Life ; As you took from Him to Encrease His wealth , And kept Him Pris'ner to secure His Health ; So in revenge of your dissembled Spight , In this last Wrong you did Him greatest Right , And ( cross to all You meant ) by Plucking down Li●ted Him up to His Eternal Crown . With this Encircled in that radiant Sphear , Where thy black Murtherers must ne'r appear ; Thou from th'enthroned Martyrs Blood-stain'd Line , Dost in thy Virtues bright Example shine . And when thy Darted Beam from the moist Sky Nightly salutes thy grieving Peoples Eye , Thou like some Warning Light rais'd by our fears , Shalt both provoke and still supply our Tears , Till the Great Prop●et wak'd from his long Sleep , Again bids Sion for Iosiah weep : That all Successions by a firm Decree May teach their Children to Lament for Thee . Beyond these Mournfull Rites there is no Art Or Cost can Thee preserve . Thy better Part Lives in despight of Death , and will endu●e Kept safe in thy Unpattern'd Portraicture : Which though in Paper drawn by thine own Hand , Shall longer than Corinthian-Marble stand , Or Iron Sculptures : There thy matchless Pen Speaks Thee the Best of Kings as Best of Men : Be this Thy Epitaph ; for This alone Deserves to carry Thy Inscription . And 't is but modest Truth : ( so may I thrive As not to pl●ase the Best of thine Alive , Or flatter my Dead Master , here would I Pay my last Duty in a Glorious Lye ) In that Admired Piece the World may read Thy Virtues and Misfortunes Storied ; Which bear such curious Mixture , Men must doubt Whether Thou Wiser wert or more Devout . There live Blest Relick of a Saint-like mind , With Honours endless , as Thy Peace , Enshrin'd ; Whilst we , divided by that Bloo●y Cloud , Whose purple Mists Thy Murther'd Body shroud , Here stay behind at gaze : Apt for Thy sake Unr●ly murm●rs now 'gainst Heav'n to make , Which binds us to Live well , yet gives no Fence To Guard her dearest Sons from Violence . But He whose Trump proclaims , Revenge is mine , Bids us our Sorrow by our Hope confine , And reconcile our Reason to our Faith , Which in thy Ruine such Conclusions hath ; It dares Conclude , God does not keep His Word If Zimri dye in Peace that slew his Lord. From my sad Retirement March 11. 1648. CAROLUS STUART REX ANGLIAE SECURE COESUS VITA CESSIT TRICESSIMO IANUARII . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A47409-e240 * Resurgam . * Magis triumphati ●●uam ●victi . Tacit. de nor . Ger. * Sr. Edwin Sandys survay of religion in the West . Ioh. Eccl●siastes ●he Act of ●arliament ●or publick 〈…〉 on the ●●fth of No●emb . set to tune by ● . Dod a tradesman of London , at the end of his Psalmes , which stole ●om the Press Anno Domini 1620. Hymns Lamentat . Psalmes . * Non nasci , aut quàm citissimè mori . Notes for div A47409-e34710 * Belshazar , Dan. 5. * Sir George Lisle at Newbury charged in his Shirt and Routed them . * Patroclus . * Famagosta defended most Valiantly by Signior Bragadino in the time of Selymus 2d. was upon Honourable terms surrendred to Mustapha the Bashaw , who observing no Conditions , at his Tent Murthered the Principal Commanders , invited thither under shew of Love , and slayed Bragadine Alive . * The Swedes hired Anno , 164. to invade the King of Denmark , provided to assist his Nephew the King of England . * See the Letter sent to Edward Earl of Manchester , Speaker of the House of Peers pro tempore , from T. Fairfax , Dated August 29. 1648. at Hieth . * Wat-Tyler and his co●plices design was to take away the King and chief Men , and to erect petty Tyrannies to themselves in every Shire . And already one Littistar● a Dyar had taken upon him in Norfolk the Name of King of Commons , and Robert Westbor● . in Sastolk , Rich. 2. Anno 1381. Speed. * A● St. Fagans in Glamorganshire near Cardiff , The Welsh unarmed were taken in very great Numbers , and Sold for twelve pence a piece to certain Merchants , who bought them for Slaves to their Plantation . * Grimes now a Captain , formerly a Tinker at St. Albans , with his own hand Killed four of the Prisoners , being not able for Faintaess to go on with the rest , of which number Lieutenant Woodward was o●e : Lik●wise at Thame , and at Whateley , some others were Kill'd . 1 Kings 2. 32. vers ▪ 〈…〉 Call'd the Councel of Troubles . The form of taking the Covenant , June 1643. 〈…〉 lib. ● . Remonstrance of the State of the Kingdom , Dec. 15. 1641. Ord. Feb. 29. Voted March 15. The Nivy seiz'd Mar. 28. 1642. The London Tumults . Jan. 10. 1641. * At Basing-Chapel Sold Dec. 29. 1643. * At Winchester . Lactant. ● l. 2. c. 4. Iulian. Praefectus Aegypti . Theodoret. l. 3. c. 11. ibid. G●nguin . l. 6. The Carpet belonging to the Comm●●io● Table of Winchester Cathedral , Dec. 18. 1642. Adrian Emp. At Winchcomb in Glocestersh●re . Whitehall , Windsor . Feb. 3. 1643. E. of Essex Army , Aug. 1. 1642. The Standard at Notingham , Aug. 25. 1642. June 27. 1643. Declaration and Resolution of Parl. Aug. 15. 1642. History of English and Scotish Presbytery , p. 3●0 The 19 Propos. April 27. 1646. May 5. 1646. This Order publish'd by beat of Drum , May 4. 1646. Jan. 3. 1647. Jan. 9. 1647. C●●chester Si●ge . Jun● 30. 1648. Tre●ty V●ted , July●8 ●8 . 1648.